A poem describing human suffering.

1, "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell to School Book Shu Yun" Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai

Original text:

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.

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.

2. Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, has a slow and searching voice.

Original: Yellow flowers are piled all over the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?

The chrysanthemums are all yellow, and I am sad and haggard. Have no intention of appreciating flowers and cherishing them. Now that the flowers are fading, who can pick them?

3. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu

Original text:

This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.

How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!

The cloth has been covered for many years, and it is cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, and the house leaks when it rains. How can I stay until dawn!

4. "The Ugly Girl Trees the Middle Wall of Boshan Road" Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji

Original text:

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

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.

When people are young, they don't know the taste of sadness. They like to climb high and look far, and they reluctantly say sadness in order to write a new word without sadness. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say, but I can't. What a cool autumn!

5. Li Yu, a poet of the Five Dynasties, "Hui Huan"

Original text:

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.

Silent and lonely, I slowly climbed up the empty West Wing and looked up at the sky, accompanied by a bend of Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.