What poems describe anxiety and confusion?

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -"Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Zhuang Farewell Minister" Tang Li Bai

The full text "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun"

Libaitang

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

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It was a long time ago when you left me yesterday.

I'm uneasy today, which makes people worry a lot.

Wan Li Changfeng, send the autumn geese away. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink tall buildings.

Mr. Wang's article is full of Jian 'an style, which reveals beauty from time to time.

You and I are in high spirits and want to hold a knife in the sky.

Draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water wave will flow more smoothly; I want to raise a glass to dispel my worries, and my worries are even stronger.

In this world, if you can't be satisfied, it's better to have long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.

This time, what a sad sentence. -"Slow Whispering", Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty

Full text "Slow voice search"

Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty

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!

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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!

3. On a frosty night, the fisherman Jiang Feng sleeps. -"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Tang Zhangji?

The full text "a night-mooring near maple bridge"

Tang Zhangji?

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

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The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river.

In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.

The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears. -"Drunken Flowers" Song Qingzhao

Full-text "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever"

Song Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

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Mist, thick clouds and boring life, Long Xianxiang is in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.

I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.

5. White hair, three thousands of feet, long sorrow. -"Qiu Pu Ge" Tang Libai

The full text of Qiupu Song

Tang Libai

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

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White hair is three times as long as thousands of feet's, and the sadness in my heart is as long as this white hair. Looking at the shadow in the mirror, I don't know when and where, and my temples are infected with this autumn frost.