What are the ancient poems that describe "a heavy heart with a slight sadness"?

Southern Tang Dynasty: Li Yu

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.

Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.

It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.

2, butterfly lovers, leaning against dangerous buildings, the wind is fine

Liu Yong in Song Dynasty

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

I leaned on the railing of a tall building for a long time, and the breeze brushed my face, which made me feel dejected in the endless spring, and my depression and sadness rose from the distant boundless sky.

Green grass, drifting clouds and smoke, hidden in the afterglow of sunset, no one understands my feeling of leaning against the railing.

I'm going to get drunk in my bohemian mood and raise a glass to sing, but I feel meaningless when I barely laugh. I'm getting thinner and thinner, but I haven't always regretted it. I'd rather look haggard because of her thinness.

3. Meet Yu Meiren again in the depths of Qulan.

Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.

I met you again in the depths of the winding corridor. You dry your tears and snuggle in my arms and tremble. After breaking up, you and I suffered the same pain. Every full moon, I feel sad because I can't get together.

After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. I remember the moment that impressed me the most was your first colorful skirt with broken branches.

4. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren?

Nan Tang Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

When will this year end? We know how many things happened in the past! Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. On this bright night, how can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown?

Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like endless spring water rolling east.

5. Yu Meiren listens to the rain.

Jie Jiang in Song Dynasty

Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. ? Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, red candles lit up, and the curtains were faint in the dim light. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.

Nowadays, when people are old, their temples are gray and they listen to the drizzle alone under the monk's house. It always seems so heartless to think of the joys and sorrows of the world. In that case, why sigh with emotion? Let the rain outside the window drop by drop on the steps until dawn.