What are the poems that express "I am helpless"?

1, "Meet Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

2. Lian Zi Ling Shen Jingyuan

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.

But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.

The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, especially in the small courtyard. In the middle of the night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtains, which made people think of recruiting people outside and evoked endless lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.

3. Lang complains about poetry

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

After the farewell, the two places hung together.

Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?

The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.

The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.

I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.

A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.

On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.

Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.

Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.

Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly. There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.

4. "Queqiao Xiantanabata"

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Tonight is a good time for the cowherd and the weaver girl, and the couples who meet are too lazy to be busy. Lonely immortals should be jealous: beautiful moon sister frowning bright eyebrows, aunt wind blowing abnormal wind and rain. ?

Meeting in a hurry, getting together for a short time is too good, and the sorrow of parting is burnt. The joy of meeting each other is not worth the long sadness, but it adds new sadness to taste.

Tonight is a good time for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet, and the couple who meet are too lazy to be busy with farm work and weaving. Lonely fairy should be jealous: sister Meiyue is tight-browed, and her period is extremely stormy. It is better to meet in a hurry than not to meet for a short time and stir up the sadness of parting again. The joy of reunion is always less than the sadness of long separation, but it adds new sadness to bring back to taste.

5, "Wang Haichao Luoyang Nostalgia"

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark for years. Jingu Junyou, Bronze Camel Lane, Sunny and Fine Stepping Sand. Remember to follow the wrong car. I am a butterfly dance, and I have a lot of thoughts. Liu Xia peach, spring scenery gives people.

Drinking at night in the West Garden makes people sing. Lanterns hinder the moon, and flying covers hinder the flowers. Lanyuan is not empty, pedestrians are getting old, so it's a pity to start again. The flag of alcohol and tobacco is tilted. But leaning against the building is extremely eye-catching, and when you see a crow. Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.

Plum blossoms are sparse, the color is pale, the ice and snow melt, and the spring breeze secretly changes the years. Think of the garden scenery of Jingu in the past, the prosperity of bronze camel street, and walk on the sand after the rain while the sun is shining. I always remember chasing someone else's car by mistake. It is catkins flying and butterflies flying, which leads to dazzling spring thoughts. Liu Yin went down the Peach Blossom Path to send spring scenery to thousands of families. At the banquet in the West Garden, the musicians played Hu Jia. Colorful lanterns hung high to cover the moonlight, and the speeding car cover damaged the flowers. The garden has not withered, the wanderer has gradually frosted, and everything is sighing when he returns to his old place. In the twilight, a wine flag hangs obliquely. Looking into the distance, I sometimes see the perched tree return to the crow. Seeing this scene, I felt the heart of seclusion, and my thoughts have sneaked to the end of the world with the running water.