Poetry about the mind

1. A poem expressing my heart 1. I give my heart to the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch!

2. Everything is wrong. Keep your eyes up and your eyebrows down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.

The small building was easterly again last night, so my country couldn't bear to look back on the month.

4. Cochineal tears make people drunk and heavy, and natural people hate water when they grow up.

5. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?

6. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

7. Juck Zhang's leaves are rotten in Xiwan, and the lotus seeds are still in bloom. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

8. I can't get rid of this situation, I can only frown but mind!

9. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.

10. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned.

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12. Now, I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

13. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.

14. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

15. Where do you synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.

16. Overlooking the river from Yokooka, I was worried about Wan Li in front of the Floating Life Hall.

17. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad.

18. If you keep cutting, you will still be confused. This is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.

19. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.

20. The whole world is muddy. I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.

2 1. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, but she was in a hurry and had no choice but to have a cold rain and a late breeze.

22. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?

23. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

24. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is heartless.

2. Poems about the heart don't know that the soul is broken, but there is an empty dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? (Don Wei Zhuang)

For my heart, for your heart, I will know each other and remember each other deeply (after five generations, Shugu? )

High-rise buildings in the city are looking forward to it. I wish I could travel thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion (Zhang Songxian)

Miss a beautiful woman, dress up and look up, miss a few times, God knows how to get back to the boat (Song)

Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, but an inch is still a thousand strands (Shu)

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia (Shu)

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt (Song)

On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I once returned by the colorful clouds (Song Yan Dao Ji)

My thoughts are in Guilin, and I want to go to the depths of Hunan.

When you are born, you will come back, and when you die, it will be Sauvignon Blanc (Han Anonymous).

A guest from afar brought me a letter. Say "Long Love" and "Long Farewell" (Han Anonymous)

If you think of a gentleman like running water, how can you be poor (Wei Xuwo of the Three Kingdoms)

If you put silk into the machine, you won't realize it (Kim's "Midnight Song")

Old four is looking forward to it, but he doesn't know each other (Tang Lu Zhao Lin)

So I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream (Don Zhang Jiuling)

Thinking of a gentleman is like a full moon, and every night its brilliance fades (Don Zhang Jiuling)

There is a bright moon in other places, and photos are taken thousands of miles away (Tang Liqiao)

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. When the moon is there,

I have returned home according to the colorful clouds. Linjiang county

Send me a thousand tears of homesickness, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong (Stone)

I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss it (Song Lizhiyi)

I want to send your hatred into the brothel, and I won't let the river flow to the west (pass)

Jiang Yue knows that people are far away, so he goes upstairs to have a look at it at dusk.

Tonight, deep in the mountains, the soul is broken and back to the tide (Song Maokun)

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure sorrow (Song Liqingzhao)

Hating you is like a month on the river, full or loss. Think of it as a temporary total loss until we meet again (Luzon's original)

It's a mistake to miss the present, but it was expected to be hard at first (Song Xin Qi Ji)

Thirty-three days have passed, and it is the highest from hating the sky; Four hundred and forty sick, how to endure lovesickness (Jacky Dehui's Ghost Story)

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia trees walk in opposite directions and don't interact with each other. Who is Spring (Qingnalan Xingde)

I passed away yesterday, and the willows are reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. (The Book of Songs)

Sad songs can be used as tears, and distant looks can be used as angelica. (HanYueFu)

Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain. (Tang Song Wen Zhi)

Who said that waves are just a piece of water, and mountains and rivers are two townships? (Don Wang Bo)

How expensive is a branch? Pity is the spring in my hometown. (Don Zhang Jiuling)

The old friend gave a banquet because of love and turned a blind eye to each other. (Don Wang Bo) Chanting poems.

The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly. (In the Mountains by Don Wang Bo)

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-baked recently. Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. (Tang He Zhangzhi's "Two Hometown Couplets")

The old road is green, and the rest of my life is white. (Don Liu Changqing)

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas. (Tang Libai)

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. I heard "folding willow" in this nocturne, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Tang Libai)

From chrysanthemum to tears tomorrow, the lonely boat is the heart of hometown. (Don Du Fu)

3. Sentences about troubles. Sentences about troubles

1, walk in the street easily, have no picky ideas, and enjoy the spring gifts. Green hills are like flowers and picturesque green waters. Who can understand the happiness of flowers and plants? Everything has a spirit. Especially in spring, the season when everything recovers, the breath of spring is sprouting everywhere, the air is so fresh, the sun shines into the air, every molecule is happy and the heart is warm.

2. Youth is the trouble that makes people thin day by day. There is an inexplicable sadness before raising a glass. Youth is a beautiful and lonely song, with gentle wind, gentle dreams, light morning, light clouds, light tears and light years.

3, a person, walking in this light rain, wandering alone bored, thinking about your heart, thinking about you in the distance, the wind is very soft, the rain is light, and the distant thoughts are immersed in the rhyme of a chapter composed of rain and wind. I always feel that some things belong to the memory of past lives. Life is impermanent, divided and combined, and the origin is doomed. Maybe I've been sharing a kind of nectar of true feelings, floating and moving, but it's the delusion of the flower burial person.

4. What is true loneliness? A person, no one to drink and chat, lonely as hell. Nobody knows what I'm thinking. Although there are many friends, none of them can pour out their hearts. So lonely.

Some things can only be told to yourself, and some secrets can only be told to friends. Some pains can only be endured silently, but you should save yourself. No one can share the real pain with you. You can only change it from one shoulder to the other.

6. Flip through your watery worries, let go of your tenderness, and twist Acacia into the fragrant pen and ink you prepared. It is poetic and picturesque, mellow as tea, with a refreshing fragrance, lightly sprinkled at your fingertips, savoring it, this beautiful freehand brushwork, picking up Acacia and giving it to you from afar, smearing it with your heart, slowly infiltrating into the colorful night, and making your thoughts shallow in the unmanned night.

7. The heart is a pool of water, and the mind is the sediment in the pool. If it is not stirred, it will naturally lie quietly at the bottom of the pool. Every heart in the world of mortals has more or less some unforgettable memories. After a long time, they will quietly sink into the bottom of my heart, so that our once painful hearts will gradually return to calm. Since they live in peace, let them lie down, measure themselves and don't touch them. Maybe one day, they will become pearls in clam shells.

8, misty rain, red dust, little tears, endless sorrow, such as misty rain, sigh, such as red dust. Dancing on a moonlit night, it's hard to hide your sad face, and your feelings are deep. What about people? Light green makeup, body like a paper sign, heart as thin as cicada's wings, only a touch of pain and touch are left in the moment of regaining. Who's who? What fate should there be in previous lives? Who and who is the fate of this life and past lives? Seek this life, where to seek the afterlife?

9. The best way to build and consolidate friendship is to talk about your troubles and family affairs in private.

10 Whether it is a woman's heart or a man's confusion, there will always be the weakest place. That's the past, that's the treasure, that's the scar, that's the fragile resistance. But sincerity is not necessarily rational, and enthusiasm does not necessarily have a good end. Venus has no arms and Cupid has no eyes, so people in love can't hug each other or see each other clearly.

1 1, a man's mouth is the gateway to the soul, and a woman's mouth is the window to pour out her heart.

12, a person in a corner, listening to the charm of missing the night, staring at the heart, has become the old scene, just the heart, still staying at the last moment of the wind, unable to get out of the heart of the night, impenetrable dust, finally waiting for the moon, the wind's back, slowly filled in a ray of moonlight, slipping from my brow.

4. A poem about your heart. That gloomy orange garden.

There are dim lakes.

There were many orange leaves in the morning fog the day before yesterday.

Leave yourself.

Break away from the shadow

There is no season in this world that belongs to me.

A little time, let this absurdity begin.

Breastfeeding can produce absurd results.

After the news, I tried to get up

That suspicious soul

ten past seven

I always like warmth.

I like the bugs rustling under the green fence.

I like the rustling sound on the silver beach.

Including rose branches

A little hatred that penetrates the skin.

I always like warmth.

I like the seven bells that just ended at seven ten.

Like a slow stew of ambiguity.

I like the four seasons in winter in Xia Chunqiu.

A calm expression

afterwards

Like the regret that you accidentally dropped on the stationery.

So beautiful

I scattered in the dusk that year.

Several dewdrops were scattered in the corner.

Late at night, call out a dream.

I say light, you say clouds, I say fish, what do you say is left?

Two kinds of deviating desires

At the same time, go to the south or the north.

East Lake

Deep in the green water, there is an expression buried.

By the lake with me.

Scoop out the clear loneliness together

These days are independent.

I pretend you're waiting on the other side.

Like a vine

Wait for the plot to change from blue to purple.

"Winter. Hope all is well with you

My chest is covered with frost.

On a quiet and dark day

Along the crescent moon, the cold moonlight was wet.

When the hard hills are as bleak as a cup of green tea

When the stamens wither and grow into girls.

They cry or mourn along the new moon.

Year after year, I wish you all the best.

5. The poem about the heart "Qiu Si" Song Zhangji

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Bai Juyi, thinking about the winter solstice in Handan at night.

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

"Homecoming" Xue Daoheng

It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

"Homesickness" Song Li Gou

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

"Home" Tang Du Mu

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

"Yan Wen" Tang Wei Wu Ying

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.