Classic Chinese essay about feeling depressed

1. Classical Chinese essays about feeling bad and wanting to cry

Pretending to be a fake smile, half-missing, still playing a parting song.

Naihe Qiaotou, speechless to Po Meng. Lovesickness and resentment turn into longing and tears, recalling the scattered memories of your previous life... _________Inscription Lovesickness is like the depth of the sea, and old things are far away in the sky.

How to describe lovesickness and resentment in writing makes people feel heartbroken. The sycamore tree is unfaithful and bitter. Every leaf, every sound, drips from the empty steps until dawn.

Swaying in melancholy, I want to clear away thousands of miles of smoke, but I shed thousands of tears. I will never forget it, and the injured leaves will be left until they are white.

How sad it is for a candle to weep until dawn. Half a piece of love, a lifetime of lovesickness, until the heart is exhausted.

Naihe Qiaotou, I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. On the other side, flowers bloom undefeated.

In a thousand years, the flowers will bloom but no leaves will be seen, the leaves will bloom but no flowers will be seen, and the flowers and leaves will not see each other, just like you and me. In this life, I would like to turn a red leaf into the River of Forgetfulness, just to recall your scattered memories of the past life.

Meng Po said that love and hatred in the world are like dreams. Drink a bowl of soup and forget the sorrows of your past life.

I cry, how long reincarnation is, unforgettable, life and death are blurry... If we are not destined in this life, we will wait for a new relationship. Wishes for the next life.

If my destiny in the next life is not fulfilled, I would rather let the heaven down than let you down. 2. Classical Chinese writing about feeling bad and wanting to cry

Pretending to be smiling, half-sick for love, still playing a song of separation. Naihe Qiaotou, speechless to Po Meng. Lovesickness and resentment turn into longing and tears, recalling the scattered memories of your previous life...

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Lovesickness is like the depth of the sea, and the past is far away in the sky. How can I describe lovesickness and resentment when I put pen to paper, which makes people even more sad and heartbroken. The sycamore tree is unfaithful and bitter. Every leaf, every sound, drips from the empty steps until dawn. Swaying in melancholy, I want to clear away thousands of miles of mist, but I shed thousands of tears. I will never forget it, and the injured leaves will be left until they are white. It is so sad to see a candle weep until dawn. Half a piece of love, a lifetime of lovesickness, until the heart is exhausted.

Naihe Qiaotou, I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. On the other side, flowers bloom undefeated. For a thousand years, the flowers will bloom but no leaves will be seen, the leaves will bloom but no flowers will be seen, and the flowers and leaves will not see each other, just like you and me. In this life, I would like to turn a red leaf into the River of Forgetfulness, just to recall your scattered memories of the past life. Meng Po said that love and hatred in the world are like dreams. Drink a bowl of soup and forget the sorrows of your past life. I weep, how long reincarnation is, unforgettable, life and death are boundless...

If we are not destined in this life, we will wait for a new relationship. Wishes for the next life. If my fate in the next life is not over, I would rather let the heaven down than let you down. 3. What is the classical Chinese expression for "I feel bad and want to cry"

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

——Li Yu's "Poppy Poppy: When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come"? The west wind blows, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin" Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

——Li Bai's "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xiezhen Tower" The sunset is setting in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts" There was a sigh of thunder, and rain and tears suddenly formed.

——Xiao Tong's "Thinking" The joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.

——Jiang Jie's "Poppy 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 Death of Wife" The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. ——Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain" and "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 could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has 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 sad for the eternal day, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival, with jade pillows and gauze kitchens, it’s 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. "Xuanzhou Xiezhenlou Farewell School Secretary Shu Yun" Li Bai Those who abandon me will not be able to stay in yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will have many worries in today's day.

The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, 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 up to the blue sky to see the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful.

If life is unsatisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined. "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan The old trees withered vines and the crows, the small bridges and flowing water and the houses, the westerly wind and the thin horses on the ancient roads.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. "Some Thoughts" Xiao Tong The young master is far away from me, but he is in the sky.

Looking at the obstacles in the mountains and rivers, the road is long. Autumn leaves fall before farewell, and spring flowers bloom after farewell.

There was a sigh of thunder, and rain and tears suddenly formed. The feeling of despair is endless, and the love even hurts oneself.

"Poppy 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 in a 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.

Joys and sorrows 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 time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.

It is not as good as the night platform, separated by dust, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. 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 Xiangxian's theory. 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, the remaining months will be in the wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

"Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin I lie down in white Chinese New Year clothes, with a sparse white door and many regrets. 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 there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky. How can the jade seals and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.