Tell me about some sad poems?

I lower my head and ask the flowers without saying a word, for whom they are scattered and for whom they bloom.

Mo Dao, a man’s heart is as strong as iron. If you don’t see the red leaves all over the river, there will be blood in your eyes.

There is a swing in the wall and a road outside the wall, and people walking outside the wall laugh at the beautiful woman in the wall.

The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, and the sentimental people are annoyed by the ruthlessness.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.

Don’t feel sad when the moon is missing and the flowers are withered. The flowers will eventually bloom and the moon will be full.

What is more, there is nothing that can kill the beauty, and there is also a rich beauty that passes away.

A romantic song lingers gracefully, and the spring grass in Jiuyuan is jealous of Chanjuan.

Wang and Sun should not learn to be passionate about guests. Since ancient times, being passionate has harmed young people.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.

The young woman in the boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day.

Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title.

The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.

The Shujiang River is green, the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

Since ancient times, beauties have had bad luck, and all the broken jade and tiles have gone to the west building.

Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before meeting.

Poppy Beauty——Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty

When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at 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.

Rain Linling——Liu Yong, Song Dynasty

The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them!

Jiang Chengzi - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Dream on the twentieth day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao

Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Slow voice - Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. It's late and the wind is blowing! The wild geese are passing by. I'm sad, but it's an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, they are haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now! Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"!

The hairpin-headed phoenix - Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!

The Hairpin-headed Phoenix——Tang Wan of the Song Dynasty

The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes and evening comes, flowers tend to fall. The morning wind dries, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it!

Two poems about Shen Yuan - Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The setting sun on the city draws a corner of mourning, but Shen Yuan is not a restored pool.

The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startling grand.

Forty years have passed since the dream broke, and the willow tree in the garden has stopped blowing.

This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.

Ask the beautiful woman

A ray of the setting sun goes with the wind

Three ounces of cold light fade in response to the scene

Don’t regret being alone with a solitary shadow

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The unknown bright moon is coming

***Baitou

A lonely leaf goes with the wind

Thousands of stars fall into dreams

Pedestrians shed tears and sobbed

Baixu sent his love to Qinhuai

Fenghou and worship general three thousand water

Not worth a ladle of poverty and lowliness

A shabby house with a tent door and a beautiful woman

White-haired *** Chanjuan

Sighing for the autumn season

The golden autumn is coming

Leaning on the railing Looking from afar

Suddenly feeling boundless

A blessing in life

There is nothing better than inviting close friends to have a drink by the lake

But I have been wandering all my life.

Friends scattered in the world

Meet together if you want to

Unable to meet again

Send gratitude and hope for health from afar

Don’t Looking into my heart