Poetry about depression?

Author: Li Qingzhao

Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.

Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.

Linjiangxian

Author: Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.

I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.

Slow voice

Author: Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?

A cluster of plum blossoms

Author: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

The resentment of the prince and grandson

Author: Li Qingzhao

Dili Spring Festival Gala, heavy doors and deep courtyard. Before the grass steps, the geese rest at dusk. Who handed the letter upstairs? There is no end to hatred.

Affectionate is sticky and hard to give up, and it is also a cold food. The swing lane is quiet, the full moon is inclined at the beginning, and pear blossoms are soaked.

Dianjiangchun

Author: Li Qingzhao

Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.