A poem expressing the desolation of life

A poem about a bleak life 1. Poems describing bleak life in modern Chinese.

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

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

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Autumn wind and autumn rain are worrying!

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.

Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, and they are worried about giving new words.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

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.

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

2. I long for a poem that describes the sadness and impermanence of life.

When it comes to this life, I don't know how many roads I have traveled. Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When I was young, my heart was too strong and I was always ready to deal with it. Who are you talking to now? A person can't sing any more, and human feelings are as cold as ice: I can't hear you, I'll sing.

When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty. I was worried in the mirror, and my white hair was increasing. I had to hide in Emei Mountain and become a monk on earth, which made people desolate.

At that time, men were brave. Don't talk about what used to be: disappearing into the cold wind. People have fortunes at any time, and the moon is full of rain or shine.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, 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.

Tell on-Lu Youmou was in Wan Li when he was appointed, and Ma Shou was in Liangzhou. Now the military life of defending the border fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.

The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!

Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia at Chibi-Su Shi lived like a dream, and a statue returned to the moon. References:

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3. What poems describe "Life is bleak and miserable"?

1, hard and cheap physiology, drifting to the present. -Du Fu

Bad luck has frosted my temples and I am down and out. -Du Fu

3, down and out, knowing how to laugh, old friends are surprised. -Bai Juyi

4, every time I meet a sad thing, I still think about it. -Bai Juyi

5, the state-owned body and mind down and out, health care and disease-free. -Lu you

6, everything is sloppy, half-life is late, and people want to be pitied. -Yuan Haowen

7, life has been infatuated since ancient times, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. -Song Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun

8. Affectionate Since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to be awakened. -Qing Shi Qing "Yi Xi Topic"

9. After thinking about it several times, I'd rather miss it! -Hu Shi's Life Checker

10, how much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -"Yu Meiren"

4. Are there any poems describing the bitterness of life?

Liu

I once danced with Dongfeng,

Leyou Spring Garden is heartbroken.

How to be willing to clear autumn,

Accompanied by sunset and cicada singing

Preface fragment of Wang Teng Pavilion

Ha ha! Bad luck, ill-fated Feng Tang is easy to get old, and Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Loud.

In the sea area, there is no shortage of time. It depends on a gentleman's poverty and his talent for understanding life. When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poor and strong.

The ambition of Qingyun. I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. The first month of a season.

Noble taste, empty heart of serving the country; You can't cry to the end of the road if you are crazy!

5. What poems describe sadness?

Su Shi's Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

The autumn wind enters the court tree, and the lonely guest smells it first. -autumn wind introduction in Yuxi, Liu Tang

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Wu Ge Qiu Ge at Midnight by Tang Li Bai.

Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Tang Li Bai, "Listening to the Monks of Shu State Playing the Piano"

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Don Cheung's Qiu Si.

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. -Tang Jiadao's History of Wu Chu in Jiang Yi.

Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. -Liu Han Che's autumn wind poem

When the leaves fall and the west wind blows, people lose weight. -Song Xin Qiqi "Showing Hate"

It's autumn. It's half reed flower and half Polygonum flower. -Geng's "Jiangcun is a matter"

Cold wind destroys trees and frost turns green. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poetry is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"

6. Poems describing the sadness of characters

A sad poem

1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.

2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

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

4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.

8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, and the twilight was heavy.

9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.

1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.

12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

13, 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.

14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?

16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.

17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.

18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.

19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.

20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.

22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.

23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.

On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long.

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

26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of 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.

27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing!

28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden pine is loose. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless. All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.