Classical Chinese: More worries, less worries, no worries

1. Poems about sorrow

Changlepo sent people to write the word "dechou" as a gift. During the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi divided the road from north to south, and the flowing water connected Yugou from east to west.

I hate separation all day long in front of the slope. The nickname of Changle is Changshou. One of the worries is that Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty dreamed of being far away like water, and his white hair was like new grass.

I look forward to the arrival of spring when I return home, and when spring comes, I give gifts to others. The second worry is that the grass in Yejian in Tang Dynasty is short and green, and the moon in the mountains is bright.

This night, with my eyes open, there is a crow in the house. The third worry is that Tang Cao Ye's temples are not growing yet, but when he comes to the city, his temples seem to be hairy.

Looking towards Linchuan, the Ba River cannot enter the river. Two Poems of Sorrowful Thoughts on the River Tang Chen Yu The old man on the river opened the door to the fading grass.

I only worry about my children and grandchildren, but I don’t realize that my life is old. The grass stems on the river are withered, and the dead stems and leaves are scorched.

The beauty is exhausted, and there is no cold wave every night. I am worried about the Tang Dynasty. In September, the roots of the bushes are broken, and the grass leaves are scattered on three sides.

The horse changes color in the wind and dust, and the sword in frost and snow becomes clothed. The guest is worried about the gloomy night, and he is riding home with a letter from the side.

Upstairs, Yinqin Feng also meets Chunhui hand in hand. Worried about the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's river grass evokes sorrow every day, and the coldness of Wu Gorge is unworldly.

The heart of the spiral heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the flowers on the single tree are clear. For ten years, the army has darkened all the countries, and guests from foreign lands have come to this lonely city.

Can we see the Wei River and the Qin Mountains? People are sick and tigers roam freely. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was always worried about sitting in the high studio, and he was often worried about sitting in the wild.

In October, the mountains are cold and the moonlight in the lonely city is dim. Jia Meng and Di are of different species, and there are dogs and soldiers on the left.

Wandering around all day long, I dare not say when I will return. Worried about the gathering and dispersing of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty, it was invisible, and the ileum formed on its own.

The past and the present cannot be kept, parting and latent life. The general who surrendered to the captives is thinking about the guest feeling from afar in the poor autumn.

Who is more haggard and weeping in Qinjing after losing the throne? In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu raised a poor man as a household, but it was unclear where to open it. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is located across from Wangxiang Terrace.

Gradually, I regret that my appearance is old, and I have no brothers and sisters to come to. War and personnel affairs, looking back with sadness.

Spring worries Tang Han Cong, the golden crow flies away, the jade rabbit flies away, and the green temples are evergreen, which is unprecedented in ancient times. Qin'e's sixteen words are like strings, but she is greedy for flowers and cherishes willows.

There is no news about Wu Yuling Yan, but Shui swears goodbye to Lan for a long time. I advise you not to travel in the spring when you are young. The warm wind will be stronger than the wine.

On a rainy night in the Ziji Palace in Changsha, Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty sat alone in a high studio in a cold quilt, and the caves, palaces and terraces were dark. The spring lanterns accompany me with thoughts and tranquility, while the night raindrops deepen my sorrow.

Qiong Da does not know what will happen in the future, right and wrong all come to this moment. The restraint destroys life's aspirations, and Liang Fu sings when hugging his knees.

Li Chongsi of Tang Dynasty, who was alone in the Tang Dynasty, heard about Chengdu wine, and he could ask for it even if he had no money. I don’t know how many fights I will make, so I am worried about selling them.

Two poems about guests’ sorrow by Li Qun of the Tang Dynasty. Guests’ sorrow looks at the color of the willows, and the spring deepens day by day. The rippling spring breeze blows, who knows that the past will be confusing.

Guests are worried about looking at the willow color, and they are growing day by day. With the flow of water from Xiang, it flows into the imperial hometown.

Poetry of Sorrow: Li Tingbi of the Tang Dynasty is hard to send away and hard to stay when he arrives, his bones are sticky and his heart is stuck in nothing. Pan Yue's temples were filled with worry, and Jie Yu's brows were filled with sadness.

Riding a horse in the empty sky during long distance poems, leaning against the building alone at the beginning of the sound of distant wild geese. There is even more love missing each other, and the moon behind the lamp is like a hook when the wine wakes up.

I am depressed about the rain, and the great man who sends me money is raining heavily in Liuwan, Tang Dynasty. I am hungry, cold and miserable. I am worried about my elbows when I hold my clothes, and I look into the mirror to find articles.

Nine roads have turned into a sea of ??mud, and thousands of mountains have turned into wet clouds. The dragon clock drives the section, and I miss you everywhere.

Spring Worry In the Tang and Meng suburbs, spring objects and melancholy guests are at odds with each other when they meet. Old flowers say goodbye to new branches, new tears shed old clothes.

Sunset and dusk are lonely, drifting and returning home together. I worry about the long distance between Tang and Mengjiao, and my gray hair yesterday.

If you want to know the love thousands of miles away, you will lie in bed for half a month at dawn. I am often afraid of the chirping of hundreds of insects, causing my fragrant grass to rest.

The song of sorrow in the night is as long as the singers are singing. The empty branches are made of glazed branches, and the unintentional lanterns are picked up by force.

Worry in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang avoids sorrow and sorrow comes again, and the sorrow is unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost.

If you don’t dream of a young master, you will enter the heart of a traveler. I would like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness? Spring Melancholy in Tang Weizhuang Apartment is full of sorrow, and even more regret in spring.

The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall into their plum blossoms. Sleeping timidly combined with dreams, leisurely drinking wine.

*** When no one is around, the slanting moon rises above the pines. Spring Sorrow: Weizhuang in Tang Dynasty has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, and the grass is too fragrant to miss the king and the grandson.

The fallen flowers are silent and it rains at dusk. No one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard. Huangzhou's twilight sorrow and Tang Xiang's eyes filled with tears overlapped and came from the west.

That is, the cold night should be combined, and it would not bloom unless it is warm in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is better to abandon Jichuan materials.

I would like to fly to the sky and come back thousands of miles high. Xu Wei in the Tang Dynasty was worried when the night was long and he felt that his voice was late, and he often sang with sad green eyebrows.

When the yellow leaves fall and the anvils are pressed against the sun, Zigui cries to break the dream soul. Concubine Ming went to weep thousands of tears, while Cai Yan returned to comb her hair.

Si Hao cannot be recruited when he goes to the mountains, and the homeless returnees are the most bullied. To express sorrow, Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty threw it into the mud and heard it sink. You cannot sigh three times to cause deep sorrow.

Don’t say that it is easy for a guest to have no worries, but he must realize that many worries are harmful to the heart. Thinking sadly about the mysteries of Tang Yu, the fallen leaves are falling one after another in the evening rain, and the silkworms are caressing each other alone and singing a clear song.

Don’t hate your unintentional friends if you let your passions go, and throw away the waves of bitterness by cultivating your nature. There are car sounds outside the door of the elders, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.

Commoners will eventually become guests in the sky, and the time of clear water and green mountains will pass by. Jiangling worries and hopes to send children to An Tangyu mystery. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are 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. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.

He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

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 lower my brows, but my heart is filled with spring hidden in the fragrant little pavilion, the idle window has closed the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.

It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces.

In an unspeakable place, a good window has a light moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. On the Phoenix stage, I recall playing the flute and letting the cold golden hair roll over me. I got up and combed my hair lazily.

Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun goes up to the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop.

Being new to weight loss is not due to illness or a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay.

People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.

Where I stare, there is a new sorrow from now on. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off 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, how can one say "sorry"! Appreciation of two poems of "Meeting and Joy" by Li Yu. Two poems of "Meeting and Joy" by Li Yu. 2. Sad sentences in classical Chinese to describe your mood

Examples of sad sentences in classical Chinese are as follows:

1. The boundless earth can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.

2. The long song should be weeping, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, which will eventually become a cloud of smoke.

3. Sing loudly when you gain, and rest when you lose. There is sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. You will be worried tomorrow.

4. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

5. The Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.

6. The vast sky in the Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.

7. The first makeup of the world of mortals, the mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled fate.

8. In the bustling world, the flashy life is fleeting.

9. You can still drink tea calmly and crush this scene, the fireworks of the prosperous age.

10. A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows, it’s ridiculous that my fate is decided by nature. 3. You say that memorizing ancient poems will not make you sad

Raise a glass to relieve your worries and make them even sadder" (Li Bai's poem).

Li Shangyin's poem "Gifts on behalf of others" has the words "Plantains are not enough" Verses about "displaying lilac knots, each facing the spring breeze and worrying about each other"

About the sorrow of Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha": A new song, a glass of wine, the weather last year, the same pavilion, when the sun sets in the west, the flowers fall helplessly Go, it's like deja vu, Yan returns, wandering alone in the small garden's fragrant path

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Young people don’t know what it feels like to be sad, so they talk about it in order to fill their new talent.

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The west wind is lingering, the mausoleum of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e")

The weak willows lift their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids spill out like they are stained with towels . Sitting alone also frowns (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

Chu Ke wants to listen to Yao Se's complaints, in Xiaoxiang late at night when the moon is bright (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God")

In the middle of the moon in the mountain temple Looking for osmanthus seeds, looking at the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I come back again? "Long Love")

It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone ("Bodhisattva Man" by Wen Tingyun)

Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light is long and the water is long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") "Dream of Jiangnan")

Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man")

I plan to marry you, but I will be abandoned for the rest of my life. , can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Xiang")

The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi")

There are too many words, but the love is not yet there Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Cha Zi")

I made a thousand wishes before the pillow, and I have to wait until the green mountains fade (Dunhuang Ci)

I wanted him to return early from his expedition, but he let me go into the blue clouds (Dunhuang poem)

Looking back with deep affection, I rode on an elephant and carried people across the water first. "Nanxiangzi")

I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to look thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch")

How many tears can I hate, leaning on the railing (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi") 4. Poems about Sorrow

Changlepo gave people the word "Dechou". In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi divided the road from north to south, and the flowing water connected the ditch from east to west.

I hate separation all day long in front of the slope, and the nickname of Changle is Changshou. One of the worries is that Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty dreamed of rushing like water, and his white hair was like new grass.

I look forward to the arrival of spring when I return home, and when spring comes, I give gifts to others. The second worry is that the grass in Yejian in Tang Dynasty is short and green, and the moon in the mountains is bright.

This night, with eyes open, crows crow in the roof. The third worry is that Tang Cao Ye's temples are not growing yet, but when he comes to the city, his temples seem to be hairy.

Looking towards Linchuan, the Ba River cannot enter the river. Two Poems of Sorrowful Thoughts on the River Tang Chen Yu The old man on the river opened the door to the fading grass.

I only worry about my children and grandchildren, but I don’t realize that my life is old. The grass stems on the river are withered, and the dead stems and leaves are scorched.

The beauty is exhausted, and there is no cold wave every night. I am worried about the Tang Dynasty. In September, the roots of the bushes are broken, and the grass leaves are scattered on three sides.

The horse changes color in the wind and dust, and the sword in frost and snow becomes clothed. The guest is worried about the gloomy night, and he is riding home with a letter from the side.

Upstairs, Yinqin Feng also meets Chunhui hand in hand. Worried about the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's river grass evokes sorrow every day, and the coldness of Wu Gorge is unworldly.

The heart of the spiral heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the flowers on the single tree are clear. For ten years, the army has darkened all the countries, and guests from foreign lands have come to this lonely city.

Can we see the Wei River and the Qin Mountains? People are sick and tigers roam freely. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was always worried about sitting in the high studio, and he was often worried about sitting in the wild.

In October, the mountains are cold and the moonlight in the lonely city is dim. Jia Meng and Di are of different species, and there are dogs and soldiers on the left.

Wandering around all day long, I dare not say when I will return. Worried about the gathering and dispersing of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty, it was invisible, and the ileum formed on its own.

The past and the present cannot be kept, parting and latent life. The general who surrendered to the captives is thinking about the guest feeling from afar in the poor autumn.

Who is more haggard and weeping in Qinjing after losing the throne? In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu raised a poor man as a household, but it was unclear where to open it. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is located across from Wangxiang Terrace.

Gradually, I regret that my appearance is old, and I have no brothers and sisters to come to. War and personnel affairs, looking back with sadness.

Spring worries Tang Han Cong, the golden crow flies away, the jade rabbit flies away, and the green temples are evergreen, which is unprecedented in ancient times. Qin'e's sixteen words are like strings, but she is greedy for flowers and cherishes willows.

There is no news about Wu Yuling Yan, but Shui swears goodbye to Lan for a long time. I advise you not to travel in the spring when you are young. The warm wind will be stronger than the wine.

On a rainy night in the Ziji Palace in Changsha, Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty sat alone in a high studio in a cold quilt, and the caves, palaces and terraces were dark. The spring lanterns accompany me with thoughts and tranquility, while the night raindrops deepen my sorrow.

Qiong Da does not know what will happen in the future, right and wrong all come to this moment. The restraint destroys life's aspirations, and Liang Fu sings when hugging his knees.

Li Chongsi of Tang Dynasty, who was alone in the Tang Dynasty, heard about Chengdu wine, and he could ask for it even if he had no money. I don’t know how many fights I will make, so I am worried about selling them.

Two poems about guests’ sorrow by Li Qun of the Tang Dynasty. Guests’ sorrow looks at the color of the willows, and the spring deepens day by day. The rippling spring breeze blows, who knows that the past will be confusing.

Guests are worried about looking at the willow color, and they are growing day by day. With the flow of water from Xiang, it flows into the imperial hometown.

Poetry of Sorrow: Li Tingbi of the Tang Dynasty is hard to send away and hard to stay when he arrives, his bones are sticky and his heart is stuck in nothing. Pan Yue's temples were filled with worry, and Jie Yu's brows were filled with sadness.

Riding a horse in the empty sky during long distance poems, leaning against the building alone at the beginning of the sound of distant wild geese. There is even more love missing each other, and the moon behind the lamp is like a hook when the wine wakes up.

I am depressed about the rain, and the great man who sends me money is raining heavily in Liuwan, Tang Dynasty. I am hungry, cold and miserable. I am worried about my elbows when I hold my clothes, and I look into the mirror to find articles.

Nine roads have turned into a sea of ??mud, and thousands of mountains have turned into wet clouds. The dragon clock drives the section, and I miss you everywhere.

Spring Worry In the Tang and Meng suburbs, spring objects and melancholy guests are at odds with each other when they meet. Old flowers say goodbye to new branches, new tears shed old clothes.

Sunset and dusk are lonely, drifting and returning home together. I worry about the long distance between Tang and Mengjiao, and my gray hair yesterday.

If you want to know the love thousands of miles away, you will lie in bed for half a month at dawn. I am often afraid of the chirping of hundreds of insects, causing my fragrant grass to rest.

The song of sorrow in the night is as long as the singers are singing. The empty branches are made of glazed branches, and the unintentional lanterns are picked up by force.

Worry in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang avoids sorrow and sorrow comes again, and the sorrow is unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost.

If you don’t dream of a young master, you will enter the heart of a traveler. I would like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness? Spring Melancholy in Tang Weizhuang Apartment is full of sorrow, and even more regret in spring.

The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall into their plum blossoms. Sleeping timidly combined with dreams, leisurely drinking wine.

*** When no one is around, the slanting moon rises above the pines. Spring Sorrow: Weizhuang in Tang Dynasty has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, and the grass is too fragrant to miss the king and the grandson.

The fallen flowers are silent and it rains at dusk. No one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard. Huangzhou's twilight sorrow and Tang Xiang's eyes filled with tears overlapped and came from the west.

That is, the cold night should be combined, and it would not bloom unless it is warm in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is better to abandon Jichuan materials.

I would like to fly to the sky and come back thousands of miles high. Xu Wei in the Tang Dynasty was worried when the night was long and he felt that his voice was late, and he often sang with sad green eyebrows.

When the yellow leaves fall and the anvils are pressed against the sun, Zigui cries to break the dream soul. Concubine Ming went to weep thousands of tears, while Cai Yan returned to comb her hair.

Si Hao cannot be recruited when he goes to the mountains, and the homeless returnees are the most bullied. To express sorrow, Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty threw it into the mud and heard it sink. You cannot sigh three times to cause deep sorrow.

Don’t say that it is easy for a guest to have no worries, but he must realize that many worries are harmful to the heart. Thinking sadly about the mysteries of Tang Yu, the fallen leaves are falling one after another in the evening rain, and the silkworms are caressing each other alone and singing a clear song.

Don’t hate your unintentional friends if you let your passions go, and throw away the waves of bitterness by cultivating your nature.

There are car sounds outside the door of the elders, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.

Commoners will eventually become guests in the sky, and the time of clear water and green mountains will pass by. Jiangling worries and hopes to send children to An Tangyu mystery. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are 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. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.

He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

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 lower my brows, but my heart is filled with spring hidden in the fragrant little pavilion, the idle window has closed the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.

It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces.

In an unspeakable place, a good window has a light moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. On the Phoenix stage, I recall playing the flute and letting the cold golden hair roll over me. I got up and combed my hair lazily.

Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun goes up to the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop.

Being new to weight loss is not due to illness or a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay.

People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.

Where I stare, there is a new sorrow from now on. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off 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, how can one say "sorry"! Appreciation of two poems "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu. 5. Worry means homesickness, don’t worry, etc. There are many idioms with the word melancholy that express this kind of emotion

Sadness over mountains and seas, sentimentality, misery

There are many kinds of sorrows and idle sorrows

The jade is miserable, the flowers are sorrowful, the sorrow is like hemp, the eyebrows are anxious and the eyes are anxious, drinking to drink to drown the sorrow, the knot is full of sorrow, the old hatred is new, the sorrow is long, the wine is long, and the eyebrows are crying. Makeup

Worry about Pan's severe illness, sadness and tears, sitting in the city of sorrow every day, nine turns of sorrow in the intestines, sorrow for many nights

Worry about red and miserable green, sorrow about wine, sickness and flowers, new sorrow and old hatred , present sorrow and ancient hatred

Old sorrow and new hatred, heaven and earth are miserable, frowning and tearful eyes, sorrow red and green, sitting alone in the city of sorrow, frowning, frowning

Sad face, god The ghosts of sorrow cry, the sorrow turns into laughter, the rain sorrows the smoke and hatred, the sorrow is relieved, the sorrow is green and the sorrow is red, the sorrow is hundreds of knots, the sorrow clouds are bleak, the sorrow is broken

The sorrow is nine times, the frown is locked, the sorrow is turned into joy Angry dragon and sorrow, sorrow in the intestines and wine, clouds and sea thoughts, poverty and downfall, thousands of sorrows and hatred

Thousands of sorrows, relief of sorrow and sorrow, frowning eyes, mist and mist and clouds

I hate thousands of sorrows, the ghosts cry, the sky is sorrowful, the sorrow is sad, the red sorrow is green, the clouds are sorrowful and the rain is resentful

The rain hates the clouds, the phoenix is ??sorrowful and the luan resentment

The ghosts cry The spirit is sad, the distant worries are the worries of the near, the sadness makes people smile, the green is miserable and the red is sad

The sea is boring and the mountains are sad, the rain is crying and the clouds are sad