Poems of sadness and encouragement

Reading Nalan Ci is full of sadness, hate, tears, sorrow and heartbroken ... A single word "sorrow" has been used for more than 90 times, and each word "sorrow" has different meanings in different words. Nalan Rong Ruo has made great achievements in his life, so he can only select some of my favorite works and make a brief explanation. Because most ancient poems can only be understood, not expressed. There are a thousand different views in the eyes of a thousand people. If you savor them carefully, you will have another feeling. Without further ado, let's appreciate Nalan Rong Ruo's wonderful writing style. Butterfly lovers is the most pity for the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is like a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. This poem was written by Rong Ruo in memory of his dead wife. The tone of the word is mainly blue and white, revealing a feeling of elegance and sadness. Almost sighing that all the good things in the world are too short, I hope that youth and love can be immortal. ) Die Hua Lian Chusai ancient rivers and mountains have no evidence, drawing horns and horses. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng. Never complain about countless things? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. I like this word very much. The first three sentences of Shangxiaque are ambitious, while the last two sentences are graceful and sad. They successfully combine pride and tenderness, and every time they read it, they can imagine the tragic picture of the war, which makes people memorable. Meeting each other like a dream, the musk deer moon is slightly smoky, and the sunset dives down the west of the small building. Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me. Try to imagine that at dusk, the fallen flowers are falling, and there is a faint musk smell not far away. There is no one around, only the parrot in the cage is with you. You can see the loneliness of the author between the lines. ) Minus the word Magnolia meets each other in silence, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix. Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin. This word may not be the best, but it is vivid and vivid. At the moment of meeting, the girl fell in love, but because she was too shy to speak, she had to tap the railing with her Hosta as a hint. ) Reduce the word magnolia crescent evening makeup to stop, and draw slender eyebrows in front of the mirror, which must be clear. Rain and smoke are invincible. Don't teach the stars to take place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as the world. (The lover has entered the palace and is not around. Never forget your graceful posture in front of the mirror. Your eyebrows are really beautiful. If we can stick to our previous promise, even if we are separated from each other, there will be a day of reunion. ) Minus the word Yulan, where is Wanshui Qian Shan? Without audio books, Dongfeng will turn green every day. Spring is good in my hometown, so I have to sweep the fallen flowers myself. Don't hurt Spring, you are so abnormal. This poem tells the story of lovers' lovesickness. Even though they still love each other, they can't help being apart. There are thousands of love stories, and they can't communicate through letters. It is a kind of acacia, and two kinds of worry-free. As long as the two sides are soul mates, no matter how far apart, they can feel the affection in each other's hearts. ) Linjiangxian had an appointment last night, and Yancheng jade leaked for three nights. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars are still there at midnight, and people are still watching the lights. Originally, Qu Tanghe banned him, which made people hate and heartless. There was silence outside the small railing, and at several heartbroken places, there were wind-driven bells. (lovers date, or men have to wait. Waiting is a painful thing. The person you waited for was late, and you began to think about the reason why she stood me up. Maybe the other person has many obstacles and can't go out to meet, not heartless. ) Linjiangxian's banana heart is about to break bit by bit, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands. Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth? (The rain hit the banana, and I was hurt by this scene, and I thought of her unconsciously. I still remember teaching her to paste calligraphy, and I remember that feeling. Think about it carefully, it is impossible to get back the feeling of the past now. People are gone, but feelings are endless. ) Qinyuanchun is fleeting, so unlucky, how can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Looking for the blue sky again, short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records. Rong Ruo wrote many eulogies for his dead wife, of which this is the most. The beauty is unlucky, and her favorite person has left. Looking back on the good old days, your voice and face never left. When you wake up, you will know that this is a dream and you want to go to the sky to find your trace. Now all that remains is loneliness and pain. ) point crimson lips to send a hat to Nanhai Liang Medicine Museum to collect dust, so I can't accompany you. Where is the sail, Nanpu Shen Xiangyu. Looking back on my romantic life, I live in Zizhu Village. Lonely words, Sansheng will make a promise, but what about the Hongliang couple? (Liang is a bosom friend. This word describes the precious friendship between two people. Liang wants to go back to his hometown in the south, but he can't stay. It is unforgettable to think of life together in Zizhu Village. Who picks mulberry leaves to turn over the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind blows and the rain falls, and the snuff is thin for another night. I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, it's boring to be drunk, and you've never been to Xie Qiao in your dream? Being born in Houmen is not necessarily a blessing, but after all, every fetus has troubles. This word is beautifully written, so it can't be interpreted, only understood. Picking mulberry seeds to fill snow is not a hobby, but it is better in cold. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li. From this sentence, we can see the change of Nalan Rong Ruo's view on things in this period. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and used to things in officialdom, the honorary title of the imperial bodyguard is just a vase. Rong Ruo loves a pure spirit like snowflakes and a free and unrestrained soul. ) There is a pair of people in Huatangchun who have been passed down from generation to generation and won two ecstasy. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively. This word is the representative of Rong Ruo's description of love. The person you love no longer belongs to you, even if you miss each other, you are not helpless in the end. There are many obstacles in the way of love. If you can get this feeling, you will sacrifice everything you want. ) who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha, and the yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary. (I like the sentence "Only pottery was unusual at that time", which is dull with invisible pain. The west wind blows, the yellow leaves fall, how lonely, and my thoughts return to the past. In the past, the scene was very ordinary, and ordinary things were gone. That kind of beauty can only be found in memories. ) Huanxi yarn snow condensation cold painting screen, Mei Di has been falling for three nights, no one in the moonlight. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice. ("I remember my life in the voice of heartbroken" can be said to be the crowning touch of this word. Do people need fame and fortune in their life? Melancholy is because what is needed is not material. Who can understand this? Looking back on life, no one understands that what is in his heart is the most painful. ) At dusk, Yu Meiren listened to ChengTouJiao again and was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance. Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know. There was another war in the frontier, but I fell ill at this time. I really want to send a letter home, but I'm afraid my family, especially her, will worry. If she knew she was ill, would her delicate body stand it? I would rather suffer alone than let the people I love worry about me. ) the dream of the mountain is over, and the spring mountain is reflected in the mirror. Fang regretted being too careless in the past and took a casual look. Pei Huan should only return to the moon. What's the point of sending her to this world? How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will it dry? I like the sentence "I want to talk, my dream is over". Many things in the world are unclear and unclear. This sentence brings out the heaviness of the whole word. The person you love is not around you, and you will never forget your eyebrows, and your heart is infinitely melancholy. Only the candle in front of the stage knows your mind. ) the wind of the mountain flower is flat, but the mud lotus is only a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. My former feelings are past tense, but I have been struggling with them. Perhaps the influence of this feeling is too deep, and it has been integrated with itself at the moment and will never be forgotten. I feel great pain at the thought of the past. ) Where is Nanxiangzi Quenching Wu Gou? This is a barren city with a flowing pillow. It used to be a dragon battlefield, and it was chilly. The grass is covered with frost, and the autumn wind is everywhere. Think of yourself as idle, and you will always grow old together. Don't change your youth and be young. How many heroes only waste mountains. This word is full of tragic feelings. How many heroes only waste mountains? What about the prince and the prince? They are tired of worldly fame and fortune. It's just a waste of youth. Time flies. Do you still want to pursue this fleeting achievement? Recalling Su Shuanglin Buddhist Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel exhausted and the monk is incomplete. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up. Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city. (The Iraqis are dead, but their hearts are dead. What they see is the lonely scene of Xiao Suo, and what they hear is the cold voice. Even if he has not yet become a monk, he has the intention of escaping into an empty door and staying out of the world. ) Bodhisattva's new cold wine knocks on the window and rains, with lingering fragrance and lingering autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet. Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi. ("The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet." It's beautifully written. Recalling the scene when I broke up with you in spring can't help but make people sad. It's already early autumn, and I keep telling myself to let go of my arms and not indulge in memories. Unexpectedly, the thought of you makes me burst into tears. ) The crystal curtain of Bodhisattva is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west. The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry. My wife just died, and since then, heaven and man have been separated forever. Since then, no one has bought me cold clothes, and no one has given me gentle care. Autumn has arrived, and I can't help but recall last autumn. Even though I feel very painful and helpless, I want to cry without tears. ) The Bodhisattva sent a message to Zhijun in Fen Liang. At the moment, the situation is bleak, and Huang Wei is alone. The flag of tobacco and alcohol is blue, and the fish market in the water town is sunny. The dream of the tower tonight, the spring pulse is cold. Straight across Thrushcross Bridge, the Qiantang River is at high tide. (Nalan Rong Ruo and Gu Huafeng are like brothers. They got a bosom friend all their lives and died without regret. It's easier to add icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow. Rong Ruo attaches great importance to feelings and justice, and his friends are willing to lend a helping hand in times of difficulty. The whole poem is a little sad, and at the same time it has a sense of tranquility and peace, which is the best in Farewell to Friends. Who is the confidant of Lotus Cup? It's over. Won and missed his life. Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly. Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night. Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy. Who does this "bosom friend" refer to, lover? Or a dead wife? I believe only the author knows. The word has a good transition from just to soft, from bright to dark, and there is no sudden feeling. The last sentence of Shangque's "I regret not being clear at the beginning" and the last sentence of Xiaque's "Dredging the rain and washing the legacy" show this feeling to the fullest. ) Jin Luqu Jian Liangfen shed endless tears, not because he and Qiong Lou were lonely and came to the world by mistake. How blessed are the channel idiots, who are born with wisdom. Don't be tired any more. Why not be an official like a broken stalk? Only generals and voices bark at the group. Heaven wants to ask, and rest. I judge myself to be haggard. Go to Ding Ning, where the fragrance flows easily, while the jade flows lightly. Envy to kill the guests in the world of mortals, blindly lead a drunken life. Song cried again, guess what it means. Wu, who has not survived, is intervening in the present and future. You know me, Fen Liang. This word is soft in the middle and soft in the middle. Reading between the lines, we can see the chivalrous side of Rong Ruo. Wu is. In the early Qing Dynasty, there were many unjust cases in the imperial examinations. Wu Zhaoqian was wronged and sentenced to exile from Ningguta. Gu Huafeng and Nalan Rong Ruo racked their brains and asked for help everywhere, trying to save him. Finally, Wu Zhaoqian was released from Ningguta. ) Jin Qu, Wei Xi, what's the matter? However, he and the weather can do it, so don't teach him nirvana. Every time you are frustrated, you will be frustrated. You know, blessings are just folds. A man was lying on a bed watching Beidou, and his back was blown bloody by Gao Cheng and the Jade Emperor. Listen to the drums more thoroughly. My husband refused to cook with five lakes at leisure because people were hot. Tears, like Qiu Lin's endless waving, spilled on the wild yellow butterfly. Do not envy, inherit the class. The clue of car dust is not busy, and the west wind blows in Leng Yue. Xiao Temple, flowers are like snow. (Xiqiao is Jiang. Jiang is very talented, but he always tries. Since ancient times, talented people have come forth in large numbers, and Rong Ruo has special sympathy for these people. He will not stay away from these people because of his position, but he is willing to associate with these down-and-out literati. Life is always unhappy. Rong Ruo's love for his friends' comfortable life reflects his emphasis on friendship. ) Who will stay in the Golden Melody? Sigh about life, several breakups will make you late. I remember the candle at the west window best, but I talk about the rain at home. No, just for a while. The trees in the Yangtze River are rustling, and the geese in the far blank send their grief. Under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this. Attribution adds a lot of sadness. Strong material, cold smoke and cold month. I feel sorry for your being down and out, but I didn't meet Xiao on my temple. Amnesia, children of Chang 'an. It's too late for us to start now. Only by believing in the past can the truth be denied. Life hates, * * * who speaks. ("Sigh at life, breaking up several times will make you late." It is hard to imagine that a young man in his twenties can say such a sad and heavy language. If you are a stranger, you are born rich, but you know that those down-and-out literati have no way to serve the country. A true confidant may be able to read each other's minds in an instant and frown. It won't be long before the golden melody becomes meaningless, but it must be held by the galaxy and washed all over the world. Our pavilion just taught me to keep a pink book and brush my clothes back with a smile. How can such people exist, both ancient and modern? Limited good spring, infinite hatred, unprovoked, short-lived heroism. Find one for the time being and take refuge in the soft countryside. Dong Jun knows what frivolous means. Worrying about red and miserable every year only increases people's haggard. It's easy to get white when the sideburns fall, and it's also a waste of time to spend youth by mistake. Then make up your mind, relax and regret. But there are also some jade people who often see it in their eyes, and famous flowers are drunk. What's going on in the world is waiting for you. ("Brush the clothes back with a smile" is so unrestrained that it is difficult to have such a realm without really breaking it. People in the secular world are obsessed with fame and fortune, and in the end they are not tired of fame and fortune. How many people can be ruined, do nothing, give up their treasures and leave with a smile? ) A trip to the Sauvignon Blanc Mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to Guan Yu, and thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Climbing mountains and wading all the way to Guan Yu. Camping late at night, I saw countless tents brightly lit. Time has passed, the snow is still blowing hard, and the roar makes it difficult to sleep. There has never been such a big snowstorm in my hometown. ) If life is just like the first time, what is the west wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. The most distinctive feature of this poem "Queci" is the sentence "If life is just like first sight". Unforgettable scene of love at first sight, feeling of love at first sight, with the passage of time, what remains now is only a lonely figure. Knowing each other is because of predestination, leaving is because of absence. ) Blue was wet all over, and Iraq comforted me, so I forgot. Half a month ago, I was ill. Scissors rang and there was a silver plaque. I was born timid and empty. Up to now, I am alone with Lihua Shadow, cold and desolate. May the soul know the way and teach you to find your dream and return to the monastery. A stone's throw away, the jade ditch is inclined and generally digested, and the creeping grass falls in the sun. Sentenced to wake up from a long sleep, clear tears, stir in pepper paste. I'm afraid the deep spring will still hurt me. Taoist scholars should sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and then stop worrying about powder and fragrance. It's hard to break my heart to swear. (The inscription "Blue Wet" was written by Rong Ruo. The tone of this word is cold, mainly blue and black, every word is sad, every sentence is dripping blood, and it is very emotional, which makes us realize this. It's only been half a month since my beloved wife died, and when I think of the dribs and drabs of the past, I feel tears streaming down my face. You are timid and cowardly, and you have been sleeping in a cold coffin ever since. I really want to bring you back to life, but I am afraid that you will feel sorry for me when you wake up. We once had a secret vow, but now it can't be realized. How can this teach people not to be deeply grieved? ) blue wet sorrow has been infinitely sad recently. Who has more say? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. ("There has been a lot of sadness recently, but who has been talking for longer?" This sentence is wonderful. There are too many sad things to say, which is a very painful thing. People who really know themselves are gone, and they want to talk to others, but no one understands the pain in their hearts. ) Dongfeng Qi is eager to rush to the light, born with bad luck and tears. Playing is always boring. If you want to hate for many years, you will say it, and the hate will not disappear. Depend on who, you can press Qiong Xiao every day. The past is far away. In front of the window, the bright moon shines in the air several times. Old love and new dreams, red bridge and wild teeth. It is the time when the lamp is lit, and Yichun steamed bun wine warms Pu Tao. Desolation, five branches of sapphire, wind and rain fluttering. (The whole word is full of faint sadness, and it also contains eternal contradictions in life. In an instant, there is really too much helplessness in life. Only when you study hard will you get the essence. ) Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival blue sea year after year, who is missing the ice wheel? Autumn fragrance is blowing, as clear as snow. If you look sad, it will be a beautiful night, and you will know that it will be sad. Just now, yes, the old moon. Playing hide-and-seek on the flower path has angered the leaves. Remember whether it is light or small, and it is cold and hot several times. Only the end, pretending to be full of feelings, forever boundless, never give up. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold. The word means that there is a fresh fragrance of daffodils, just like on that full moon night, I miss my childhood friends who played hide-and-seek with you. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. The blue sky is boundless, and eternal separation is the saddest thing in the world. ) autumn waters who tell the truth fight for wine, wake up ecstatic. Incense is selling green quilts, and curtains are listening. That's it, a little tear. I remember cutting candles and taking a nap in the secluded window, falling asleep in my charming dream and catching a glimpse of autumn water frequently. How can you teach people to sleep when the voice is still very noisy and short? After thinking about it for several years, it will only be absorbed by the wind and waves. A wave of flowers starts from the bun and the lamp. Even if you come back today, you should enjoy the rainy night. (This is the intersection of reality and memory. When it is illusory, it is real. Can you really forget everything when you are drunk? After waking up, you still can't forget coming home late one night, which will disturb you after falling asleep. Your eyes are full of autumn water. Now I can't see your gentle eyes, feel your warmth, and my heart continues to break. ) When the flowers fall, who calls downstairs and holds incense burners in the sunset? Looking back, I stood in front of laughter, always speechless and reluctant to part. There is no evidence in the notebook, don't say lovesickness. I advised Yihong Window to get drunk, but it was too late. This word vividly describes the expression and mentality of lovers dating. At sunset, Iraqi people came down from upstairs, and her lover was holding incense, but she turned around and stood in front of the steps with a smile, saying nothing, which made people confused. The Iraqi people looked at her lover's stupidity and blamed her for not keeping the promise in the letter, even saying that she was lovesick. At this time, the lover was at a loss, and the Iraqi joke spread here, so he told his lover in another tone that he should cherish the time of dating each other and not delay the good time they got along with each other. ) How many words can make a life? It's best not to provoke annoying leaves. Just before respect, I smiled and it's time to go. The lamp picks the residue, and the furnace smoke Ruo is exhausted, and there is nothing to say. One day is cold, and the sweet soul steals this night. I'm afraid to see people empty, willow branches safe, still sweeping the moon between the windows. Live in the depths of fragrance, regret lapels. Still warm, still cold and green, adding sadness to the touch. Worry makes you sick. Who should I talk to? (This poem is true and false, with truth in fiction and illusion in reality, which is excellent. It is puzzling whether going to the monastery is a memory of meeting your lover or an illusion of missing your dead wife. Xiaque returns to reality, people go to the empty building, things are different, leaving only loneliness and sadness. )