Sad poems in the hospital

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

-Du Fu

Fan took Qiu as a disease, but realized hentai before. Miracle

It rains in the middle of the night, and the onset is the heart of the mountain. -Du Xunhe

Wine cellar patients just want to sleep, honey-boiled wasps are lazy to fly.

-Su Shi

Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are.

-Wang Anshi

Lakes and mountains seem idle, and flowers and willows are hard to see.

-Yuan Haowen

For reference.

The patient's sad poem

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

A cold and illness, a sad poem of a person.

Fan took Qiu as a disease, but realized hentai before. Miracle

It rains in the middle of the night, and the onset is the heart of the mountain. -Du Xunhe

Wine cellar patients just want to sleep, honey-boiled wasps are lazy to fly. -Su Shi

Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are. -Wang Anshi

Lakes and mountains seem idle, and flowers and willows are hard to see. -Yuan Haowen

Sad poems of classical aesthetics?

I would like to spend the autumn with you, but I only blame you for being heartless. I would like to spend the autumn with you, but I only blame you for being heartless.

This is a flowering tea with leaves on the other side.

How many lives, how many lifetimes, how many reincarnation? I just want to be with you and see all the miracles in the world, but I will never be apart. ...

Just look at the vast sea of people and confirm your life.

Ten miles of peach blossom, burning its brilliance, looking back and smiling, is unparalleled.

It's snowing in thousands of palaces in the imperial capital, and it's better to smile between the eyebrows.

Meng Po Tang, Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Stone, have you ever come back and are reluctant to part? I am willing to be reborn, waiting for you to accompany me.

Your wedding dress is like fire, burning half of my city. Forget Sichuan water, and forget to leave the world. There is moss under the eaves, and only those who play the piano are full of tears. That year, you said I passed by your Taolin.

In this life, the flowers have fallen, and you and I are separated. The next robbery, the love of life and death, will not stay with you forever. Born again, the grave was full of sadness, so I drank a bowl of Mengpo soup and left. Another year, it's hard to find a bosom friend, so why wait for a thousand years to meet?

After several generations, I will not think about it, I will never forget it, and I will live in a lonely grave thousands of miles away.

Don't forget each other, meet you, under the green bamboo forest ...

Past lives, origin and fate. It was a long time, a love that consumed everything. Bamboo grove and monarch, * * * keep flute. I want to talk to the grave and leave the flowers.

Dawn, lit up the tears; Tears dried up and I lingered on my pillow. It's cold, and it's cold. The land is old and the world is vicissitudes.

I have seen through the fireworks, listened to the mountains and rivers, listened to the lingering of my life, and listened to the beauty of the fingertips in troubled times, but it is like water flowing. ......

The flowers fell, the wind blew and the phoenix flew.

Ordinary people can't see through the lens, the fairy wants to see through it, and the autumn wind is whispering, accompanying you to sleep.