What are some classical Chinese texts that describe "bad mood"?

Ancient poetry is also a type of classical Chinese, and the ancient poetry that describes "bad mood" mainly includes:

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ——Li Yu's "Poppy When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come"

The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin"

Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xiezao Tower"

The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"

Thunder sighed, and rain and tears suddenly formed. ——Xiao Tong's "Thinking"

Sorrows and joys are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"

When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. ——Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song· Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Wife's Death

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The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. ——Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain"

"Poppy When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come" Li Yu

When will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come? How much do you know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

"Drunk Flower Yin" Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the golden beast disappears.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way to lose one's soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

"Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xie Mao Tower" Li Bai

Those who abandon me will not be able to stay as of yesterday;

Those who disturb my heart will There are so many worries today.

The long wind sends the autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.

The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.

We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon.

Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and raise the cup to eliminate the sorrow and make it more sorrowful.

If life is not satisfactory in this world, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

"Tian Jingsha·Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees are full of crows, small bridges and flowing water are home, and the old road is westerly and thin horses.

As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"Some Thoughts" Xiao Tong

The young master is far away, but he is in the sky.

Looking at the mountains and rivers, the road is long.

Autumn leaves fall before farewell, and spring flowers bloom after farewell.

Thunder sighed, and rain and tears suddenly formed.

The feeling of despair is endless, and the love is so overwhelming that one even hurts oneself.

"Poppy Listening to the Rain" Jiang Jie

The young man listens to the rain song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent.

A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind. ?

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples.

Sorrows and joys are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.

"Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife" Nalan Xingde

When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. Not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

Chongquan is sent by Pisces. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

"Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin

I am lying in white clothes during the New Year, and the white door is sparse and disappointing.

The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and the sky is still full of dreams.

How can the jade seals and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.