Poetry describing depression

1. Acacia says it's acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. I don't know.

I am not famous or married, so I may not be as good as others.

3. Why should a strong brother complain about Yangliu? Spring breeze is not enough.

4. 36,000 days in a hundred years, if you are not sick, you will be worried.

The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

6. But no matter how unlucky the poet is, he will fall into poverty.

7. People standing quietly at the stone bridge don't know, but it seems like a month after watching it for a long time.

8. The residual lamp has no flame shadow, and Wenjun has fallen into Jiujiang this evening.

9. The whole world is muddy. I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.

10. The moonlight was white in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, and I suddenly saw Emei guests.

1 1. The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall into the river in May.

12. Say goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower and waste time in Huaihai and Autumn.

13. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

14. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses.

A poem describing inner depression

1, the small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back.

2, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown at my heart!

3, the wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry. A poem describing inner depression

4. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.

5. What does it feel like to turn autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?

6. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

7, microwave hates the sea, the moon is ruthless but heaven.

8, white hair three thousands of feet, fate seems long. I don't know where autumn frost is in the mirror.

9. Juck Zhang's leaves are rotten in Xiwan, and the lotus seeds are still in bloom. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang.

10, now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.