Desperate Poetry _ Sad Poetry

1. Sacrifice a faint fragrance, bury a smile, shed a tear, daydream, listen to the wind and mourn a word. Why? I am also worried about adding new words. At this moment, the meteor glided by and made a wish. On the shore, the flowers are silent. Veiled, gaunt and elegant, just for dancing. Looking back at this time, it is already a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

Second, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Third, affection has always been hurt and parting, and it is even more embarrassing and indifferent. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?

Fourth, people say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sorrow.

Five, sentimental only spring court month, still leave people as fallen flowers.

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

Seven, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

Eight, I miss my husband like running water, why are you poor?

Nine, countless yellow flowers, Yun Lan, sunset, beauty, beauty, I don't know where.

Ten, peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of river's lake night rain.

Eleven, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.

Twelve, the beauty does not break the old grace, leaning on the smoke cage to sit in the Ming Dynasty.

Thirteen, although the old woman is weak, please go home at night. You'd better get ready to cook in the morning in case of emergency.

Fourteen, sing a song alone, sing seven words and count six strings. Looking back, the lights are not dim, only loneliness is singing. Tang Ye was preoccupied, and the farewell poem was useless. I don't understand that it will rain tomorrow night, and the flowers will be fleeting. Don't hide your makeup with tears, the article will continue, and the dream will not return to the past. A farewell song, whose face is lost? The pen is attached to me to fill in the Xijiang moon, leaning on you to sigh at the end of spring.

Fifteen, lonely boudoir, one inch sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Sixteen, Jiang Nanan spring green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

Sad and desperate poems _ sad poems

First, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Second, if two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.

3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

Fourth, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words.

Five, worry about speechless flowers, and secretly go to ups and downs.

Sixth, stop exchanging flowers for hair. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .

Seven, worry about speechless flowers, dark to ups and downs.

Eight, three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Nine, spring goes to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Ten, people feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.

Xi. Lin. Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog. The smoke is very thin. The crow returns and smells the horn at dusk. The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. It's autumn in Wutongluo, and it's very lonely.

Twelve, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" in the corner of Qiu Lai border town, the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

Thirteen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Fourteen, the most is the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop also plays farewell songs.

Fifteen, the wind has lived in the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Sixteen, Mo Tao don't forget me, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Seventeen, forget to leave, wine is deep and light. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.

Eighteen, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to keep it.

Nineteen, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Twenty, there is a kind of beauty, you can't forget it when you see it, but you can't look at it when you see it. It's crazy.

Twenty-one, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.

Twenty-two, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" autumn to the corner of the border town mourning, bonfire according to the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

Twenty-three, Huayang is full, Wendao Longdu five streams. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.

24. But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Twenty-five, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, they are clear and blaming others.

Tragedy of lovelorn despair (54 articles)

A, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know.

Second, you ask that the return date is undecided, and it rains at night in the autumn pool.

Third, the sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Fourth, everything is done by people, and tears flow first.

Five, the curtain of jathyapple dream, the spring breeze ten miles tenderness.

Six, if two people love each other for a long time, and it is sooner or later.

Seventh, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

8. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality. One inch or a thousand strands.

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

Ten, affectionate only spring court month, is still a matter of leaving people.

Eleven, life and death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Twelve, drunk shooting the spring shirt cherishes the old fragrance, and the sky will hate it.

Thirteen, life will not be acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.

Fourteen, if the relationship lasts for a long time, it is still a matter of time.

Fifteen, the Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Sixteen, wine into sorrow, acacia into tears.

Seventeen, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless?

Eighteen, Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li sand, who will frost hair temples.

Nineteen, the color enters the tall building, and there are people upstairs who are worried.

Twenty, the flowers that are lazy to review, the cultivation of half the sky and the gentleman who holds up half the sky.

Twenty-one, after a hundred flowers become honey, who will work hard for sweetness.

Twenty-two, the intestine has been broken, and the tears are hard to collect. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber.

Twenty-three, I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home.

Twenty-four, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart.

Twenty-five, like this star is not last night, who is the wind dew standing in the middle of the night?

26. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.

Twenty-seven, don't sing the song of eternal hatred, the world also has its own galaxy.

Twenty-eight, come back with tears, I wish I could not meet before marriage.

Twenty-nine, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Thirty, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Iraq.

Thirty-one, Acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.

Thirty-two, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?

Thirty-three, it is difficult to get rid of it before it is old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Thirty-four, the mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens!

Thirty-five years old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Thirty-six, how can we live together and not die?

Thirty-seven, I hope to unite as one and never give up.

38. What are your feelings and heart, Jiang Chao and the sea?

39. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Forty, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Forty-one, if two relationships last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.

42. When will Acacia meet? Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.

Forty-three, originally in the sky, and grow together on the ground, two branches of a tree. ..

Forty-four, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei.

Forty-five, enter my lovesick door and know that I miss you.

Forty-six, Guan Guan's dove, in Hezhou. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Forty-seven, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.

Forty-eight, I once bid farewell to the Beauty Bridge, and I hate that there is no news yet.

Forty-nine, since you came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

Fifty years or ten years of life and death are two boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.

5 1. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, crowed by cuckoos.

Fifty-two, there is a beautiful woman, I don't forget, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.

Fifty-three, the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!

54. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.

A poem longing for love

A poem longing for love

1, casual change is so popular, but it's easy to change! Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

2. On the city, the setting sun painted a corner to mourn, and Shen Yuan was not revived as a pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. Second, after forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, especially the traces of death.

3, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, and at most they can't clear their grievances. Nalan Xingde's Young Beauty

4, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Yuan Zhen's Song of Eternal Sorrow and Four Poems of Thought

5. The bright moon doesn't hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Yan Shu's Magpie Tread

6, ruthlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, and one inch is still ten million.

7. How many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

8. Waiting for you to be happy wholeheartedly, having you to love you 100%, it's hard to see you all the way, I miss you very much, and I tell you that I can't lose you if I find you in thousands of years.

9. When you enter my lovesickness door, you will know that my lovesickness is bitter, long and short.

10, life is naturally infatuated, and this complaint has nothing to do with romance.

1 1. Who has seen the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

12 However, 10,000 pieces of paper were exchanged for tree planting books in southern Xinjiang.

13. If you love a girl, it is better to keep her and work hard for her happiness than to give her up for her happiness.

14, don't think about you, don't remember you, my hand injury reminds me of you again tonight.

15. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

16, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Crown Princes"

17, waiting for the road, waiting for the people, those expectations that fall day by day, only draw a satisfactory full stop for the unfinished love in my heart.

18, Wang Fu, long river, turned to stone, never looking back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.

19, bonuses are easy to decline, and the water is endless. -Four Poems by Zhi Zhu (Part Two)