Ancient poems with extremely depressed emotions

1, the world is cold, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.

"Hairpin Phoenix Shi Feng Qingbo" Song: Tang Wan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! (Pretend to be happy: make up)

Explanation:

The world is cold, it rains in the evening, and the peach blossoms are broken. In this bleak scene, people's hearts can't help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears last night. When I want to write down my thoughts, I can't. I can only lean on the diagonal and call you away from my heart. Talking to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult.

This time is different from the past, so far away, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. The night wind is biting and the whole body is cold. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart. When the night is over, I will be like this night soon, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide.

2, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.

Huan Han Lou Song: Qin Guan

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.

Explanation:

With a chill, I boarded the small building alone. The morning is cool and boring, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the painting screen, there are faint smoke, gurgling water and faint artistic conception.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.

It hurts my heart even more today.

Shu Yun: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty, a farewell school book from Xuanzhou Xielou.

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 are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. (Browse: Lan; Bright moon: the sun and the 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 (to get rid of your worries)

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

Explanation:

It was a long time ago when you left me yesterday.

I'm uneasy today, which makes people worry a lot.

Wan Li Changfeng, send the autumn geese away. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink tall buildings.

Mr. Wang's articles are full of Jian 'an style, showing the beauty of poetic style from time to time.

You and I are full of super interest and want to go to the sky to hold the bright moon.

Draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water wave will flow more smoothly; I want to raise a glass to dispel my worries, and my worries are even stronger.

In this world, if you can't be satisfied, it's better to have long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.

4. How much trouble can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Yu Meiren Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon in the Five Dynasties: Li Yu

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? 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 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. (Carved column: aperture)

Explanation:

When does this year's time end? How much do you know about 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.