What poems about depression and bitterness can't be said?

First, "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold in the Small Building"

Close?

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Waves of gentle spring cold hit the small building, and the morning sky was as gloomy as late autumn, which made people feel dull. Looking back at the painting screen, there are faint smoke, gurgling water and faint artistic conception. Liu Xufei is like a dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.

Second, "Looking at Jinling at Night"

Monk Tang?

I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound.

There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.

The scenery of Jinling City in the sunset is accompanied by clouds, and the sunset is accompanied by autumn sounds. There are countless painters in this world, but no one can describe my sad mood at the moment.

Third, "Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall"

Song Xinqi?

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I wanted to say that I was still resting, but I said, "This is a cool autumn!" " !

People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far. In order to write new words, I insist on worrying instead of worrying. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't say it, but I said, "What a cool autumn!" "

Four, "Xuanzhou Xielou farewell school book uncle cloud"

Tang Libai?

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.

It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Yesterday, which left me, is irreversible. Today's mood is very chaotic, which makes people worry infinitely. Wan Li Changfeng, send the autumn geese away. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink tall buildings. Mr. Wang's articles have strong Jian 'an characteristics, and from time to time reveal the beauty of poetic style. We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. Draw the sword and cut off the water, but it is more turbulent and rushing, and the toast is more intense. If you can't be satisfied in this world, it is better to keep your long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.

Five, "Jiang first month dream on the 20th"

Stone?

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. 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.

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. I'm travel-stained, and my sideburns are like frost. I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you break your heart for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, in that lonely dwarf pine mountain.