A classic poem of helplessness and sadness (72)

First, Qingqing is a sad tree, which has been separated from hatred by several people. -Bai Juyi's "Green Gate Willow"

Second, I'm afraid I hurt my feelings before I respect you, and I dare not cry. -Xia Song's "Partridge Day, Town Day, Unintentionally Sweeping Eyebrows"

Third, there are thousands of sorrows and joys, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, and it is white all night. -Shi Naian's "Nian Nujiao, In the foreseeable future"

Fourth, look forward to the peaches and plums in my hometown, but also complain about the wind and the moon. -Zhao Chong's "Qing Ping Le Huai Ren"

It's raining now, the bees are worried about butterflies, and the small window is idle to watch the banana exhibition. -Lv Wei's "Brothel Spring Festival Evening"

Six, so I lie awake, thinking, the window in the moonlight is empty. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"

Seven, be cold sweet new dream sleep, don't worry. -Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing"

Suddenly, I swallowed a cold bite, pushed aside the dark leaves, and complained again. -Wang's "Cicada"

Nine, the paper ash flies into a white butterfly, and the tears are dyed into a red cuckoo. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"

Ten, the color enters the high-rise building, and some people are worried upstairs. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Ruzhi"

Eleven, leisurely leaning on Boshan sigh, tears touch the wrist. -Wei Zhuang's "Returning to China, Spring Comes Late"

Twelve, don't worry about it now, Luo Wei is half sad at night. -Li He's Tanabata

Thirteen, the hub of the hub can be hurt, and the teacher is old. -Liu Zikai's bian city chronicle

Fourteen, oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . -Li Shangyin's Cicada

Fifteen, crying more new ghosts, worrying about the elderly alone. -Du Fu's On Snow

Sixteen, I am passionate about Xinfeng wine, and I am worried about it-Li Shangyin's Storm

Seventeen, tears wet Luo Yi powder full. -Li Qingzhao's "When Hualian dies, tears are wet and Luo Yi's powder is full"

Eighteen, only burn wormwood thorns, sit at night until dawn. -Bai Juyi's "The Village is Bitter and Cold"

19th, the most hasty resignation temple day, Jiao Fang still played a farewell song, weeping to Gong E-Li Yu's "broken child, Forty Years of Home Country"

Twenty, lonely people are sad, and the road is hard and steep. -Xie Lingyun's "Seven Miles"

Twenty-one, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

Twenty-two, passionate but ruthless, tonight is as long as last night. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"

Twenty-three, willow soft smoke weaving sorrow. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"

Twenty-four, human feelings are not as good as human feelings, and peaches and plums hurt the spring breeze. -Li Bai's Return to the Peak

Twenty-five, hangover is slow, six baht clothes are light cold, sloppy red and dark. -Han Wo's "Huanxisha Hangover Worry"

Twenty-six, wine wakes people up. -Xu Changtu's "Linjiang Fairy Drinks from Tingxi"

27. I move forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"

Twenty-eight, I still hate the east wind, and it blows misty rain and dark dusk. -Zhang Wei's Mo Mei

Twenty-nine, the array is in the line, and the left is easy to be injured by the right blade. -Qu Yuan's "National Mourning"

Thirty, the mountains and rivers are stained with blood. -Zhang Qiongying's "Man Jiang Hong Topic Nanjing Yishan Post"

Thirty-one, worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around. -Zhou Bangyan's "Heroes Lan Ling Liu"

Thirty-two, a Ye Qiu, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreamed for three nights. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"

Thirty-three, secretly teach sorrow and care for love every night. -Zhang Yan's "The Last Seven Stages of Qingping Music"

Thirty-four, at dusk, drums and horns are like border States. I went to this building thirty years ago. -Li Yi's "Upper Ruzhou County Building"

Thirty-five, at dusk, the willow cries in the courtyard, remembering that person, and pear blossoms in the moon. -The Little Mermaid by the cat, the east wind is swaying and the clouds are light.

Thirty-six, Yong Yong Xin Yan swallowed cold sounds, similar in age. -Li Yu's "Xie Xinen, Ran Ran and Qiu Guang Can't Stay"

Thirty-seven, everything is old, and Rong Kuining smiles at the East Wall. -Chen's "Lin Jiangxian Gao Yongchu's Ci is rewarded in the afternoon"

There is a man from China in the northwest, so don't shed tears at the West Bridge. -Liu Kezhuang's "Lou Yulin Push"

39. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . -Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Forty, roll up the picture of mountains and rivers, respond to the sad cry of arowana, and write poems. -Yang, "Water Tune Song Head Deng Duo"

Forty-one, Feng Ke is alone. -Zhu's "Bodhisattva Man Shanting Waterfront Autumn Half"

Forty-two, seeing the guest spring grass is always divided by poetry. -Zhang Yan's "Qingpingle Cai Fangren"

Forty-three, always worried about the media, who will sue for entertainment. -Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Butterfly Lazy Warbler has no intention of spring and a half"

Forty-four, nowhere to worry, ask what a drunken dream is. -Georgie's "Chinese Valentine's Day singer Gui Guiling"

Forty-five, the sky and Qiu Guang turned around and felt hurt, exploring Jin Ying's proximity to Chongyang. -Li Qingzhao's "Xiangxing Tian Zi and Qiu Guang"

Forty-six, lonely and desolate, starting from scratch. -Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha, Writing Dreams"

Forty-seven, I heard that Ma Zhou was a new visitor before, but no one knew it in the old days. -Li He's "The Wine"

Forty-eight, generosity lasts only a lifetime, and you put all your eggs in one basket. -Lu Ji "There are chariots and horses at the door"

Forty-nine, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. -Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian, Leave a Dangerous Building"

Fifty years old, I've sued the poor to the bone, thinking about the tears of soldiers. -Du Fu's "Wu Lang Again"

5 1. My eyes used to shine, but now they are the source of tears. -Li Bai's "Three Sauvignon Blancs"

Fifty-two, how many new pavilions shed tears, who dreams of the original soil. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang sends Zhen Chen Huazi"

Fifty-three, the old garden is broken and sad. -Xiang Ziyin "Qin Louyue Fangfei Evil"

Fifty-four, now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

Fifty-five, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to dispel our worries. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"

Fifty-six, the west wind well leaves first worry. -Wu Wenying's "Autumn Love in Huanxisha"

Fifty-seven times, I realized Hua Xu's dream and looked back with tears. -Zhao Ding's "Partridge Sky Jiankang Shangyuan Works"

Fifty-eight, thinking of returning to the forest to change leaves, worrying about sitting and revealing Watson. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"

Fifty-nine, spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send acacia. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"

Sixty, sorrow is broken and drunk, and before the wine arrives, it becomes tears first. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing Qiu Nostalgia"

Sixty-one, ten million charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless and tearful, struggling to look back. -Liu Yong's "Lotus Picking Order, Yuehua Harvest"

People who don't care don't want to hear it. -Si Wan Yong's "Long Acacia Rain"

Sixty-three, the festival has been a long time, and it is hard to get drunk when you spend it from sorrow. -Su Xun's Nine Days and the Duke of Wei.

Sixty-four, no one can solve it, and the tree turns cold in the afternoon. -Shu Yong's Xiao Zhongshan Dragon Boat Festival

Sixty-five, Liu Suoying's soul, spent a butterfly dream, knowing that she was worried about Pan Lang. -Shi Dazu's Flowers at Night, Liu Suoying's Soul

Sixty-six, maple night apes worry about themselves, and female Luo Nai is invited to. -Li Shangyin's Chu Palace

Sixty-seven, Huang Die will be worried tomorrow. -Su Shi's Nanxiangzi Chongjiu Hanhui Building, Xu Junyou.

Sixty-eight, as a lazy and slow-heating garden guest, * * * in rainy and snowy days. -Bai Juyi's "Drinking Dreams on a Snowy Night"

Sixty-nine, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian's Spring Poems"

Seventy, white-haired scholar tears in China, all sad, don't go to Niu Shan. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang 9"

Seventy-one, flute and worry, oblique branches lean on disease. -Cui Daorong's Plum Blossom

Seventy-two, miss the bright moon, I will follow the wind to Yelangxi. -Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao, and sent this. "

On the sense of helplessness (Article 72)

If you understand, please don't leave me, I love you.

Maybe I'm just a passer-by in your life, but you won't meet the second me.

Third, thankless, in your performance incisively and vividly.

I just listened to what you said as a joke.

5. Mouth is trying to be brave, eyes and tears are surrendering, and we are all pretending.

6. The person you love is by your side, even if you don't light the lamp, it is brightly lit around.

Seven, like ourselves now, miss us in the past.

Eight, the thoughts I haven't touched for a long time have become strange now.

Nine, in the dead of night, I secretly buried my love.

10. No matter how long the road is, there will be an end. No matter how long the night is, there will always be an end and the rain will be heavy.

There is not much room in my little world, only people who care about me and me.

Give me a fried dough stick, and I can pry up the whole earth.

Thirteen, there are so many wrong loves, but I still can't find the right one.

Fourteen, the loneliness of exposure, laughing that I can't afford the promise, how can you forgive me?

Fifteen, let the tenderness of the past continue to warm the heart that is no longer hot.

16. Your lofty outfit is the price I paid, so please don't show off in front of me.

Talking to loneliness, I just don't want to believe that I have left.

18. Swallow bad emotions into your stomach alone, eat and drink when you should, and do what you should. This is growth.

Secret love is the best pantomime, and it will become a tragedy when it is said.

Twenty, strange melody, strange voice, as if everything is just air.

Twenty-one, labor and capital are also made of meat. You think it's stainless steel and waterproof!

Twenty-two, I'm not mature enough, and I still have some muscles.

Twenty-three, the difference between life and death says that you are a child, but you know more than them.

Twenty-four, there are always some stories that were really written only yesterday.

Twenty-five, once upon a time, it was here, now, it is still here, and we left sadly.

Twenty-six, give me a reason to forget that I have always loved you so much.

We are pushed forward by time, but we miss the past.

Don't break your heart for the wrong person.

Twenty-nine, I know I'm doing well, but I always feel like I'm dying.

Thirty, people think I'm looking down, but I'm actually looking at whether this dime should be picked up on the ground.

Thirty-one, some things are not knots, but scars.

Thirty-two, there is always a person, and his departure makes you feel nothing in an instant.

Thirty-three, blame can only blame themselves: have the ability to like others, but have no ability to make others like themselves.

Take a step back and let one step help others. It is self-cultivation and practice.

Thirty-five, when can life hurt, only feelings can send life.

I can give you everything, but you just want everything from me.

Thirty-seven, it turns out that a person can be sad, without emotion and language.

38. I think it's cruel to scrutinize an ugly person unless you really want to punish him!

39. Pain lies in pursuing the wrong things.

40. The best friends are often those who can help you in adversity and hurt you in prosperity.

Forty-one, I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love.

Forty-two, when the memory of the past turns into the breeze at the fingertips, it floats slowly, leaving no trace.

43. When you feel that life has lost its meaning, it is because you have no pursuit.

Forty-four, you said you wouldn't leave, then turned around and left without saying a word.

Forty-five, when people are around, they think there will always be opportunities. In fact, life is subtraction, with one side missing.

Even though I know your heart is not with me, I still hope you don't say it, so I can pretend as if nothing has happened.

Forty-seven, he accompanied me for ten years, and I had a crush on him for six years. I missed it after all.

Forty-eight, I know beautiful memories, like a pair of handcuffs to imprison me until I die.

49. I still have love for you, and there is nothing I can do for myself.

Fifty, cry if you want, it's no big deal.

5 1. Don't think too much about your birthday. Later, it proved that you were one step closer to menopause.

Fifty-two, boredom is a person's feelings for the plate after eating the food on it.

Fifty-three, when no one understands me, I learned not to explain. I learned to be alone when everyone ignored me.

54. People are tired of living because they can't put down their shelves, tear their faces and untie their complex.

55. I only have one wish, that is, I hope my illness will get better.

Fifty-six, the road we walked hand in hand, only we forgot the past.

Fifty-seven, let you sad, one day, you will say it with a smile.

Fifty-eight, I don't need it. It doesn't matter. It's great to be a fool. I don't understand, and I don't need to know how to make me so old.

Fifty-nine, how can I turn my face, but I still can't turn my face to the facts.

I want to live in the sun like a sunflower.

Sixty-one, in many cases, is the last time to understand, but love can't be repeated.

Sixty-two, the shackles of thought are more terrible than any material defect.

There is a person who teaches you how to love. However, he doesn't love you.

Never look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.

Sixty-five, I said too much to give up, but I still can't give up on you.

66. I have an ambiguous relationship with you, fearing that I will fall in love with you and that I will cry after you leave.

Betraying my sister's fate, I will let you die rhythmically.

Sixty-eight, keep losing, and then become fearless.

Sixty-nine, I have only one heart, and I am miserable. I will hurt you no matter what, and I will learn all kinds of strength for you.

Seventy, when I decided to fly away with you, you still broke away from me, holding your hand, leaving me crying in despair in my own world.

Seventy-one, the child in front of the screen, I hope you will get less hurt when you are stubborn.

Seventy-two, things can still stick when they are broken, and if their hearts are broken, they will break, and no matter how sticky they are, they will not stick.

Sad poems and worries (70)

First, the reason for continuous cutting is still chaos, that is, separation. Don't be a taste in your heart.

Second, there are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

Third, it is rainy and wet at dusk. In the afternoon, Chen Jia closed the door alone.

Fourth, I was tired of traveling in Luo Jing, and no one asked about the sick wine at night.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor.

Six, empty consciousness, surrounded by shame, lonely shadow.

Seven, the stars are thin and the river turns, and the frost is heavy and lonely.

Eight, in which year did it send this life, the mountains and rivers are always concerned.

Nine, a boat in Yu Duan, holding a pile of clothes and fire, went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.

10. I wonder what night it will be.

Eleven, independent Yao's footsteps, stepping on the cold golden shoes.

Twelve, the sky is far away, and the night is lonely.

Thirteen, clear night He Zhanzhan, solitary candle reflected blue screen.

Fourteen, pillow dream in the afternoon, upstairs, a person.

Fifteen, "lonely boat night, far knot Wan Li heart.

Sixteen, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell to the passenger ship.

Seventeen, the breeze rippled on the grassy shore, through the night, blowing to my still tall mast.

18 years old, but for a while I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.

Nineteen. At midnight, I thought of a gate in the north, and I heard the bell ring between me and sleep.

Twenty, who pities a shadow and loses a million clouds?

Twenty-one, do you wake up in a spring dream? Singing alone in the drizzle of spring sails.

Twenty-two, who pity loose bun blowing sheng, Tianya Guanqing.

Twenty-three, an apricot goes out of the wall, and the layman on the wall is lonely.

Twenty-four, late to the horizon, empty quietly, lonely sleep, pillow Tan Yun bun.

Twenty-five, withered Yang Er Sheng Ge, I live alone for seventy.

Twenty-six, in the middle of the night, it is uncomfortable to stay alone.

Twenty-seven, ten rounds of frost shadow turn to court, tonight is a lonely corner.

Twenty-eight, peach blossom cave, Yaotai dream, a piece of spring sorrow, who and * * *?

Twenty-nine, the morning light enters the court tree, and the lone guest smells first.

At the age of thirty, a person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his loved ones twice every holiday.

I miss the loneliness and whispers of Bian Hong.

Thirty-two, think of people who sleep alone, early cold and many dreams.

Thirty-three, if you want to worry, just say it alone.

34, come and go together, the old country is lonely every spring!

35. Who has read The Patient of Wen Yuan? The night was dark and I was lonely all day.

36. Disappearing clouds left me, with autumn sadness all night.

Thirty-seven, sigh an old friend, who * * * sleeps in the afternoon tea.

Thirty-eight, after the rain is dark, the wine wakes up the lonely pillow geese.

Thirty-nine, the lonely rabbit shines on the water, the breeze rises, and the Milky Way turns west.

Forty, alfalfa withered forest, west wind lingering.

Forty-one, an old friend looks the same. Don't worry about rain in the middle of the night.

Forty-two, frost night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep.

Forty-three, the white rabbit smashed medicine in autumn and revived in spring. Who is Chang 'e's neighbor?

44. I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I have to leave.

Forty-five, ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Forty-six, spring wine is strong and the window is broken.

Forty-seven, before and after the flowers, I lost my husband and wife in spring and looked for fragrance alone.

Forty-eight, tired of Mashan's sorrow, lonely boat is afraid of spring cold.

49 years old, but the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue.

Fifty-year-old Yeqiao, Gu Mei was lying alone in a cold corner, knocking on the book window sideways.

Fifty-one, Liu Feng is soft, Haitang is light, when you are alone.

Fifty-two, sleeping alone in the forest is a good dream, and looking back on the world is long.

Fifty-three, it's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone.

Fifty-four, strengthen the whole embroidery, cover Zhu Fei alone, and lay pillows for whom.

Fifty-five, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to dispel our worries.

Fifty-six, Zhu Lan alone in the evening. The southwest crescent is arched.

Fifty-seven, ink painting sparse window, lonely shadow light Xiaoxiang.

Fifty-eight, the mountain pavilion and the waterside pavilion are half autumn. Feng Ke is lonely and unaccompanied.

Fifty-nine, leaning against the awning window, drinking alone.

Sixty, the bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Sixty-one, Zisaimen is lonely, and Jinhe is cold. Who hates it?

Sixty-two, dancing alone like snow, flying alone like a cloud.

Sixty-three, who knows this, hate and loneliness.

64. I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane.

Sixty-five, sit alone around the cloister. Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.

Cui Yue Han Xiao, 66, is too light to rely on the swing alone.

Sixty-seven, sleeping alone, looking back at snuff.

Sixty-eight, knowing that you are sitting alone in the green porch, at this time, you have the same idea.

Sixty-nine, the hills are desolate, the lights are dim, and people sleep alone.

Seventy, if you can't write a book, just send a little remembrance.

A sad poem

1, joys and sorrows are always ruthless. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"

I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. -Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"

You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much. -Li Bai's Resentment

4. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . -Li Shangyin's Cicada

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

6. Tears are red. -Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands"

7, two sentences for three years, a pair of tears. -Jia Dao's "After Poetry"

8. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. -Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area

9, a piece of spring is waiting for wine. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"

10 When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

1 1, the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"

12, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"

13, after a full meal, don't take off the hemp fiber and lie in the moonlight. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"

14, heartless is the most city willow, still smoke cage ten miles dike. -Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

15, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. -Du Mu's farewell

16 but before he could conquer, he was dead, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"

17, once dry pear flowers and lonely tears. -Zhu's "Jiang Shang Chun"

18, sentimental peony contains spring tears, and weak roses lie on the branches. -Qin Guan's Spring Day

19, affectionate but always heartless, just to smile before death. -Du Mu's farewell

20. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

2 1 is a new word. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

22. Young women in the boudoir don't know what to worry about, and spring makeup goes to Cuilou. -Wang Changling in my heart forever

23, chrysanthemum sad smoke blue. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"

24. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao

25, not last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi

26. Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Spring Tour

27. The hometown has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.

28, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.

29. A flower flies but it is spring, and the wind is full of sorrow. -Du Fu's "Two Songs of Qujiang"

30, and see if you want to spend your eyes and don't hurt your lips. -Du Fu's "Two Songs of Qujiang"

3 1, it is already dusk, and it is stormy. -Lu You's "Yongmei"

32. A goose worries the heart, and a mountain has a good moon. -Li Bai's "Climbing Yueyang Tower with Summer Twelve"

However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears. -Zhang Hu's Gong Ci of "Thousands of Miles from Home"

34. Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou

35. Huang Die will be worried tomorrow. -Su Shi's Nanxiangzi Chongjiu Hanhui Building, Xu Junyou.

36. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"

37. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"

38. * * * When you see the bright moon, you should cry. It is a red heart. In five places, you are all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon

39. Everything is done by people, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

40. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"

4 1, I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

42. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river. -Liu Yuxi's Random Thoughts on "Old Times of Xibao Mountain"

43. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart. -Li Bai's "On Nanjing's Landing on the Phoenix Terrace"

44. Yang and Yang Huayu, the leaders of the Yangtze River, killed people crossing the river. -Zheng Gu's Farewell to Friends in Huaishang

45. The thin shadow is shallow, and the faint fragrance comes at dusk. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"

46. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days"

47, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"

48. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

49. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

50. When you start, you look back and you don't hate anyone. -Su Shi's "Divination Operator Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"

5 1, the news of this far west station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

52, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

53, the mighty sorrow is slanting in the daytime, and the whip refers to the end of the world. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

54. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu, "Walking on the Sand, Waiting for Mei Can"

55, the sand sea unfathomable ice, gloomy Wan Li condensate. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

56, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

57. How intimate are you when you meet? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Bao Yue Ji Loose"

58. I also shed merciless tears. I hate shaving before I meet you. -Su's "Ten Skills Poems, Choose Two"

59, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, and the brain sells golden beasts. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"

60, sad Qin and Han dynasties, the palaces have soil. -Zhang "Goat Tongguan Nostalgia"

6 1, Dongli put wine, and after dusk, the fragrance was full of sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"

No one has crossed the long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies are flying. -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II

63. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it's even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"

64. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

65. Linping is a desert and Hanshan is sad. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Ruzhi"

66. The adherents shed all tears and looked forward to another year in Julian Waghann. -Lu You's "Autumn Night Fence Gate Dawn"

67. My room is empty, and I miss you. I don't think my clothes are crying. -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing

68. Mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. -Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"

69. Meeting again in the depths of Qulan will make people tremble even with tears. -Nalan Xingde's Meet Again in the Deep of Qulan.

70. Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"