Poetry about being in a bad mood.

Poetry about being in a bad mood 1. Poetry expressing bad mood

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.

-Qin Guan's "Shang Xiao Building, Mo Xiao Mo Han in Huanxisha" only reminds people that they are old, don't believe in family ties, and hate that they can't leave the pavilion for a long time, and they will wake up with tears and wine. -Yan Shu's "Picking mulberry seeds, time only makes people old" But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, we raise our glasses to eliminate our worries.

-Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou farewell school book Shu Yun/Song of going upstairs with Yu Shuhua" also made you cry, wishing you could not meet each other and get married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu sends Dongping Li Sikong Shidao" asks how much you can have? Like a river flowing eastward.

-Li Yu's "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" has the sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Narcissus Night Rain" turns wine into sorrow and turns into acacia tears.

-Fan Zhongyan's "Su Huaigu" is helpless and seems to meet Yan. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word, a glass of wine" is heartless.

One inch or a thousand strands. -Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" is unfinished, and tears flow first.

-Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring Festival Evening" has no flowers to wear, no wine to persuade, and no one can get drunk. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needlework Every Year" is cold and clear, and it is sad.

-Li Qingzhao's "Slow Whispering, Searching".

2. Poems describing bad mood

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"

Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Song of Shu Yun/Escort Yu Shuhua Upstairs".

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"

Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. -Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread every year"

Looking around, lonely and sad. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"

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3. What are the poems describing bad mood?

Looking around, lonely and sad.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

There are many words, but there are still feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere.

The boat with only two streams is empty and can't carry much worry. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle.

It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.

Drunk enough to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance, the day will stay annoying. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.

Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, and the road to recruiting people is long. Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.

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

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sand, who beat the frost on the temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

4. What are the poems describing bad mood?

Generations are separated, and the autumn window is stormy (Lin Daiyu)

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!

How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.

Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?

Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.

The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

With a sigh, rain and tears suddenly happened.

Now, after listening to the rain monk Lu, I think the stars are bright, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless. The next step is to wait until dawn.

When was this hatred? Empty, cold, rainy, the weather is buried.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

The lanterns on the pearl screen shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions, which were hidden in the rain in the face of the cold.

Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.

Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.

5. What poems can be used to describe being in a bad mood?

Tang Yun Li Bai, uncle of Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou, had to leave me and flee since yesterday. 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. 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. Changle slope gives people sad words. In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met Yugou from east to west.

I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. One is that Cao Yemeng was as anxious as water and his white hair was as new as grass in the Tang Dynasty.

Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others. Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty.

That night, I woke up and the roof was crying. Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty haven't been born yet. They are like the hair in the city.

Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water. Two sad poems on the river: on the river, Weng opens the door and breaks the grass to open the door.

I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.

That would be great. There is no cold wave every night. I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides.

Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.

Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu River was worried about grass, which was called worrying about life every day. Martial arts was not a common thing.

The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.

Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty.

In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.

Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date. I'm worried that the gathering and dispersion of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty is intangible, and the ileum is self-shaped.

You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.

Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? I'm worried about Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, who kept a humble tent as a household. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.

Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came. War and human affairs, looking back is sad.

In spring, Tang Hancong, the golden sun flew away, the jade rabbit also left, and the green temples remained forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.

Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.

On a rainy night, the Purple Pole Palace in Changsha sat alone in the Tang Dynasty, sitting in a deserted study, and the cave palace was heavy. Spring lanterns are accompanied by meditation, and the night rain is deeper.

The poor man doesn't know what will happen in the future. Right and wrong are at this time. Habitat destroyed his lifelong ambition, and when he hugged his knees, he sang for Fu Liang.

Li Chongsi, who was worried about the Tang Dynasty alone, heard that Chengdu wine could be had without money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.

Two Poems of Hakka Sorrow in Tang Dynasty: Hakkas' Sorrow about the willow color is getting deeper and deeper every day. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.

The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.

Li Tingbi, a sad poem in the Tang Dynasty, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.

Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.

Disappointed about the rain, send money to the doctor, Tang 60 thousand accumulated rain in succession, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.

Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.

"Spring Sorrow in the Tang Dynasty" Meng Jiao's spring objects are different from those when the sorrowful guests meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.

Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Jiao, who was sad alone, was still far away the day before yesterday, and yesterday was white-haired.

Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month. I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.

The melancholy songs of Shi Jianwu's singers in the Tang Dynasty are endless, and people's melancholy is also increasing day by day. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.

Worrying about Zhuang avoids worrying again, and it is unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.

No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? In spring, Wei Zhuang, who was worried about books, was hurt, and his hatred for it grew longer in spring.

Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.

There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson.

The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. Huangzhou evening sorrow Tang Xiangsi Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west.

Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials.

I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li. Worried about Tang Xu's long-term feeling of leaking secrets in the middle of the night is often accompanied by singing and causing sad eyebrows.

The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries. Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.

The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable. Tang threw mud, which caused deep sorrow.

Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad. In Yu in the Tang Dynasty, Zhu Si worried about falling leaves and sang to herself.

Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea. There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.

Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass. Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to Antang in Xuan Ji, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails.

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

6. A poem describing a rainy mood.

1, the phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice

2. It was too hasty to cry at night at Hualin and Xie Chunhong, but the cold rain came late and the wind came. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

3, the rain outside the curtain, the spring is fading. The dream soul is even empty. The wine stains on the clothes are very poetic. When it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to rest. Mud lotus is only stained with lotus root, which is a long dream to wake up. I thought it was tasteless, but I abandoned it, but it was an old acquaintance.

4, drunk fog is thick and turbid, and it will last forever. During the festival, there are double ninth festival, jade pillow cupboards and paper dust rising. Blue wet sorrow has been infinitely sad recently.

5, the sound is slow. Resignation from Temple Day is the most hasty and chaotic. Swallows born in dust are empty.

Yu Meiren snaked back to the yard, and Liu Yanchun moved on. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.

1. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Lin' an chunyu

2. Autumn rain sends acacia, old phoenix tree and small cold awn through bamboo window. Quiet night caresses the heart, the city is green and deep, and there is a little sadness everywhere.

Over the years, Guo Jing's feelings have changed. He suddenly listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan.

4. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -"Lin 'an Spring Rain"

5. The storm is gloomy and the chickens crow endlessly. Book of Songs, Zheng Feng, Wind and Rain.

6. The earth paste often urges the rain and spends thousands of flowers. -(Song? One of Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun)

7. Good rain knows the season when spring comes.

8. Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's Little Crimson Lips

9. I used to think that the autumn window is boundless, so it is worse than the wind and rain.

10. Embrace the separation of everything.

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12. I vaguely heard it this morning.

13. Begonia is not afraid of rouge, and it is independent. -"Cold Spring"