What poems describe missing and sadness?

Acacia poem 1

People say that acacia is bitter, but I am partial to acacia. It's hard to sleep every night, and I know it very well. Silently willing to accompany you when you are lonely. It's too late to meet, and it's too late to snow. I only hate short-term happiness, and I want to hug each other crazily. Fallen leaves, three or two flowers. It's cold in the middle of the night, cold and rainy. Recalling every sensitive day, loneliness comes unexpectedly. The reason is predestined, what you do is not the past. I hope Min Min won't come. How many times have I dreamed? My heart is getting haggard and I no longer know each other. In the face of sad nights, I only write lovesickness poems!

Acacia in the second quarter

My beautiful you, do you ever remember that there was a boat, facing the baptism of the storm, slowly sailed into your locked heart harbor, but still remained silent. Do you remember? I silly you, have you ever shared the fragrance of a dense forest coming from a distant place, the kind of fragrance that will never fade around you, and fascinated your clear breath? Have you ever shared it? I sincerely wish you, have you ever wandered on a turquoise lawn in xia yang, where the songs of birds echoed for a long time and the leaves rustled in unison? Ever wander around? I am pure and honest. Do you ever know that people who struggle repeatedly in the bitter and cold place of life will never disturb your calm heart again if they just want to take a quiet kiss on your rich lips? Do you know that?/You know what? My eternal you, I broke my heart and abandoned my reputation just to be with you for a long time. Where did your pity and tenderness hide? Oh, he is your heaven, and I am your hell? I cut my liver and my heart!

Acacia in the third quarter

Let me escape from my pale face and pale and sad breath, and quickly open the window of light in my heart. Don't let me sink silently in pain. My dead life longs for the moisture of spring. I have lost your sly eyes and dexterous steps, and I can't see the lawn where you used to be invisible. I only saw the wind blowing the leaves, and the charred chest extinguished the blazing flame. To wipe away my pain. Let the lover's lips print purple spots. I want to immerse myself in happiness and freedom. I want to suck the rain on my lover's chest. So I was intoxicated with endless tenderness and sweetness, so I spread the fragrance of love everywhere. My lover's face is covered with pearls, and the expectation of happiness buried my heart early. How happy this day is! The footprints of love have traveled all over the hills of Lin Mang. Declarations and beautiful shouts echoed in the distant sky blue.

Acacia Poem 4 In those long years, the same story happened on a certain day and night in a certain year. Under a lonely lamp, a man with lovesickness in his eyes is writing a poem about Tang poetry or Song poetry. At this moment, he is almost like me. I am an affectionate soul who has been waiting alone in the west wing for thousands of years, leaning against the window. I am the one who wants to contact with the tears of the moon. For this reason, please tolerate the world. Don't let sarcastic words interrupt my long thoughts. Generation after generation, many infatuated people have written poems that can never be finished with blood and tears like me.

Ancient poetry

1, Tanabata Cuitu

Every year on Tanabata, I pass Yaoxuan, but there are tears in autumn.

Since the world is one year old, why not just dusk in the sky?

2. Tanabata is given as a poem.

Complaining about leaving for a year, Qixi begins with words.

Fluttering socks, barefoot walking, burning new makeup, learn from Yue Hui.

Love makes you smile at the stars, and you show your clothes without hesitation.

Sighs are leaking out more and more, and crying also makes the machine last night.

3, Tanabata Yang Pu

If you don't care, you must ask the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle.

Begging every year is clever with the world, but there are many clever ways.

4. Tanabata Cao Song

Cows and girls meet magpies on Qixi Autumn.

Yunfei returns to the golden pheasant, and the bright moon hangs a jade hook.

Yan Yu added several times that she didn't hate it, but there was no more shyness on her face.

To make matters worse, when Xiao Jian shot Cui Lou from the east.

5, Tanabata (Tang) Quan Deyu

Today, it is clear that the clouds have crossed the magpie bridge, which should not be in the same strain, a distance.

My family likes to wear makeup mirrors and needles on the ninth night of the next month.

6. Queqiaoxian (Qixi) Lu Bing

The sunset is scattered, and the Ming River turns over the snow.

The faint magpie bridge began to knot.

Cowherd and Weaver Girl cater to each other, but they win again, and everyone is happy.

Meet one night and leave after many years.

This language is really a wave.

How can we consider and solve the problem of living alone in Guanghan Palace like Chang 'e?

7, Tanabata (Tang) Xu Ning

Magpie Bridge is vast, and a thousand sounds of Yu Pei pass Lingling.

There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.

8. Qingjiang River on Tanabata

Tanabata is so beautiful that it only takes one night to meet.

The moon is a candle, and the cloud is a bridge across the river.

The golden crown reflects the water, and the wind shakes Yu Pei.

Only sorrow is more melancholy, and parting is bright.

Qiu (Tang) Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega.

Tanabata (Tang) Bai Juyi

Clouds and bright moons are in the sky, and silver, Han and autumn are the same.

How many joys and sorrows, year after year, on this night.

Tang Shen An Shu's Tanabata Poems

It's a beautiful night in Qiu Guang, and Tianjin is developing.

Stop the shuttle to restore the residual weft and brush the mirror to update the makeup as soon as possible.

Cai Feng started his career together, carving magpies to fill the river and become a beam.

Although I am satisfied with the pillow tonight, I am still worried about the empty bed tomorrow.