A poem describing anxiety, fear and uneasiness

Ancient poems about fear 1. What are the poems related to "fear"?

1. Children fishing

Tang Dynasty: Hu Lingneng

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.

Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

2. "Chao Tian Zi Shouting Horn"

Ming Dynasty: Wang Pan

Trumpet and suona, the music is short, but loud. The official ship is like a mess, and it depends on you to improve your prestige.

The army listens to the army, and the people listen to the people's fear. Where can I tell the truth from the truth?

Look at some people's stones, so that some people's vitality will be blown away, and the family will be ruined!

3. Pick mulberry seeds

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the longing for love, walk alone and sing alone.

I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. When the moon is shallow and the lights are deep, where can I find clouds in my dreams?

4. "Subtract Magnolia and sell flowers"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Sell flowers on your shoulders. I bought a spring flower. Tears dyed lightly and evenly. I still have traces of rosy clouds and dew.

Afraid lang would guess. Slave noodles are not as delicious as flower noodles. Yunbin Xie Chai. I want to show Longbi.

5. Goodbye to Tang Duoling.

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

Where to synthesize sadness. Leave people's hearts to autumn. Even if it doesn't rain, it will be windy. It's cool at night, the weather is fine, there is a bright moon, and I'm afraid to go upstairs.

Dream of rest in old age. Flowers, smoke, water. Yan resigned, but the guests were still staying. The weeping willows don't touch the skirts. The dragon is a boat.

6. "Being"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The beauty behind the mica screen is particularly beautiful, but it is too cold for a short time in winter in Beijing.

Married a high-ranking official's husband for no reason, not loving warm incense, but wanting to ascend the throne early.

7. Broken Flowers in Sauvignon Blanc

Ming Dynasty: Yu Yan

Fold the flower branches, hate the flower branches, let the flowers bloom, and leave when they open.

Afraid of lovesickness, I have missed it, and it's my turn to miss it, revealing a trace of brow.

2. Ancient poems describing mood

Happy:

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

And loudly my songs, deeply my drink, youth is a good companion to go home.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Anger:

Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.

Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"

Sadness:

The inscription on the inner wall of Luyou Shenyuan Garden is "Feng Feng";

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!

Helpless:

Meet in

The flowers in the forest have withered,

Too hasty,

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears,

Stay drunk,

When does it weigh,

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Distress:

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

3. Describe the boring ancient poems as follows

Poems of Complaining (Ancient Complaints) by Meng Jiao

Try my concubine and your tears, two drops of water. Look at this hibiscus, who died for this year.

"It hurts" Meng Jiao.

Poisonous vines are scattered, but one is hard to find. I'm Huang Tingke, and immortal bones can't be born.

Fragrant flowers in spring and withered stems in autumn wind. If you can't play the piano, you think you are a bosom friend.

The museum changes old photos of the moon, and the guests write their feelings. The boat on the river is still empty, and the waves send Ming Jing.

"Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Knocking on a stone won't make a fire, and strong yin will seize yang. What is the bitter tone? It is frozen in this chapter.

Miscellaneous Complaints (A Miscellaneous Complaint of Ancient Yuefu) by Meng Jiao

Remember people not to be sad, but to be sad and empty. Don't send someone to cut clothes. You may not come back after cutting clothes.

If you are a flower with two pedicels, don't fly around. Flowers fall around trees, and wanderers ignore time.

Peach blossoms bloom in the morning, and girls are pink. Peach blossom dusk, girl powder.

Trees have a hundred years of flowers, and people have no certain face. Flowers are sent by others when they are old, and people are sad and idle.

Poor girl's mirror is unknown, and there are a few cold flowers. There is a virtual weave in the dark, and there is no long seam in the short line.

You can't shine on the waves, and you can't follow the madman. There are many scattered shadows in the waves, and there are also many different traces of madmen.

Hold this life thin and empty into a lot of hate.

"Old unlucky" Meng Jiao

Don't hesitate to play the ten-fingered string for you. I'm always afraid of new sounds, so I can't sit still.

Abandoning today's sadness is yesterday's happiness. It's easy to make new changes, but it's hard to cling to the past.

There are weeds in the green hills, and the tears are long. Empty future generations and accept their thoughts.

Farewell to Ancient Times (Farewell to a Scene) by Meng Jiao.

Songshan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and separated by land and water. If the cloud goes, it will return to the sun, and if the water is not close, it will be.

Spring is sweet and soft. Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties.

Farewell to Meng Jiao

The river wakes up in the morning and the river frequently sends each other. There are tears in the cup to drink, and there are no branches.

When you smile, all your troubles are new. East Bohemia Day, do not hesitate to travel far.

"Easy Man" Meng Jiao

Chang' an is not slow, and the situation is in power. When they meet, relatives don't care about each other.

Sigh clumsy, suddenly frivolous. I am often afraid of losing my position and becoming rut dust.

In this process, I am already white-haired, and I have not stopped running. Young Yu Meiren Jie Jiang is upstairs listening to the rain song, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and sorrow are always related to love, and will last until dawn before giving orders. Farewell to Changting, Li Shutong, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain! The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy. Tonight, don't bid farewell to Meng Han's memory of Qin E and Li Qingzhao. Chaos Mountain and Ye Ping are thin. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? The wind is rushing at dawn. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can break it now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

4. Poems expressing fear

That ancient call is wandering in a dream.

Emptiness is not the whole story.

There is no need to suffer in hell.

The bridge is full of water and the lights are dim.

Who will watch the moon set and cry and thank the flowers for flying all over the sky?

Death is afraid of darkness.

Darkness, fear of loneliness

Always looking for strength alone

although

Eyes are red again.

Soul through the Millennium

Just for that immortal heart.

Beliefs that have been extinct for thousands of years.

I just want to never give up.

A black and white world

No one sings for me

I still illuminate myself.

Dream of the world, I will travel far. .

A dark corner

Black boy lurks

White light of death

Stab into the dark heart

At this time, the beating melody has ended.

end of one's life

For this dirty world

minus

The last remaining life

a short while

wave

immediately

The world is quiet.

Dirty blood

wash away

This colorless body

The Walking Dead

The soul betrayed the thought.

Despise hope

Blood stained the roses in my heart.

Darkness became me, my final destination. .

Death/wandering/soul/floating/darkness/trembling/emotion/is a sad legend.

Stars/Rotation/Stars/No Light/Universe/Dim/Humans/Children Lean on Their Shoulders

Dreams/Broken/Aurora Skies the Horizon/Meteors Land on the Earth

Love/Never Return/Bury Despair/Dark Blood/Bury it

Death/longing/last self-esteem/world return to zero

Cherry blossoms wither/flutes sound/miss the place where angels fall.

Rosebud/Black Boy Leaving/Begging with Weak Soul

I will freeze everything here/never look back.

5. Ancient poems describing anxiety

1, seven-step poem

Han Dynasty: Cao Zhi

Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

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The beans are boiling in the pot, the beanstalk is burning under the pot bottom, and the beans are crying in the pot.

Beans and beanstalks originally grew on the same root. How can beanstalk torture beans in such a hurry? (first edition)

2, Huanxisha, the west wind on the lake is rushing.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

The west wind on the lake urges dusk. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay less and ride less to publicize the song feast.

Say goodbye to the golden cup. When you enter the DPRK, you must approach the jade furnace. I wonder what year it will be.

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In the evening, the setting sun shines obliquely, the breeze blows across the lake, and cicadas keep singing. As night falls, dewdrops are dotted on the red lotus, which is really lovely. Ride to the upcoming party.

Please don't refuse the farewell wine, let's drink it to our heart's content. Being an official in North Korea is like approaching incense in a jade furnace, which makes people happy, but I don't know when we can get together again.

3. Wangjiang resents the east wind.

Tang Dynasty: Niu Qiao

The east wind is in a hurry, and when I say goodbye, I will hug Luo Wei again and again. Residual rain in Ma Si is wet in spring.

Leaning against the door, I sent a message to my lover, with tears in my eyes.

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It is the time when the spring breeze blows, but we are reluctant to say goodbye and hold hands frequently. People go to the empty building, and spring is still there. I'm really afraid of going into the boudoir alone. Residual rain wet the grass on the roadside, and the horse's roar went away.

I stood against the door for a long time, and many words came to my mind. You know, fickle husband, my tears are covered with makeup powder.

4, butterfly love flowers, urgent scenery is really an arrow.

Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei

Having fleeting time is the real arrow. We can know the east wind from the sound of the remnant snow. Thousands of lines hung in the wind, and it was yellow last night.

Another fine spring rain. It's hard to see from a height when you are leaning over a dangerous building. I hate weeds and wild geese, and the smoke is even more flat.

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How time flies! This year will pass like an arrow. In the sound of falling snow in winter, it seems that spring is coming. In the spring breeze, the willow branches kept dancing, as if they were covered with buds overnight.

It's another drizzly evening, and you can't see people in the distance when you climb tall buildings. The hateful vilen is endless, and only the distant geese are still heading north. In the evening, the smoke in the kitchen started again, cutting off the family's sight, and another day was about to pass.

5, the voice is slow, find it.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! (looking at the window: looking at the window)

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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.

The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!

6. Uneasy poems

Generations are separated from each other. Autumn windows are stormy and rainy (Lin Daiyu). Autumn flowers are bleak and autumn grass is yellow. Qiu Guang has a long autumn night.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen. Thunder sighs, rain and tears suddenly start. Nowadays, when listening to the rain, there must be stars, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless. When the hatred is over before the next step, it is empty, cold and rainy. The weather of burying flowers at dusk is already very lonely, and it is even more stormy.

In "Lantern on Pearl Screen, Shaking My Lonely Heart to Go Home", there are two red mansions, facing the cold and covered by rain. There is no rain in my life, and there is no rain.