Ancient poems describing anxiety

Han Dynasty: Cao Zhi

Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

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The beans are boiling in the pot, the beanstalk is burning under the pot bottom, and the beans are crying in the pot.

Beans and beanstalks originally grew on the same root. How can beanstalk torture beans in such a hurry? (first edition)

2, Huanxisha, the west wind on the lake is rushing.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

The west wind on the lake urges dusk. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay less and ride less to publicize the song feast. ?

Say goodbye to the golden cup. When you enter the DPRK, you must approach the jade furnace. I wonder what year it will be.

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In the evening, the setting sun shines obliquely, the breeze blows across the lake, and cicadas keep singing. As night falls, dewdrops are dotted on the red lotus, which is really lovely. Ride to the upcoming party.

Please don't refuse the farewell wine, let's drink it to our heart's content. Being an official in North Korea is like approaching incense in a jade furnace, which makes people happy, but I don't know when we can get together again.

3. Wangjiang resents the east wind.

Tang Dynasty: Niu Qiao

The east wind is in a hurry, and when I say goodbye, I will hug Luo Wei again and again. Residual rain in Ma Si is wet in spring. ?

Leaning against the door, I sent a message to my lover, with tears in my eyes.

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It is the time when the spring breeze blows, but we are reluctant to say goodbye and hold hands frequently. People go to the empty building, and spring is still there. I'm really afraid of going into the boudoir alone. Residual rain wet the grass on the roadside, and the horse's roar went away.

I stood against the door for a long time, and many words came to my mind. You know, fickle husband, my tears are covered with makeup powder.

4, butterfly love flowers, urgent scenery is really an arrow.

Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei

Having fleeting time is the real arrow. We can know the east wind from the sound of the remnant snow. Thousands of lines hung in the wind, and it was yellow last night.

Another fine spring rain. It's hard to see from a height when you are leaning over a dangerous building. I hate weeds and wild geese, and the smoke is even more flat.

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How time flies! This year will pass like an arrow. In the sound of falling snow in winter, it seems that spring is coming. In the spring breeze, the willow branches kept dancing, as if they were covered with buds overnight.

It's another drizzly evening, and you can't see people in the distance when you climb tall buildings. The hateful vilen is endless, and only the distant geese are still heading north. In the evening, the smoke in the kitchen started again, cutting off the family's sight, and another day was about to pass.

5, the voice is slow, find it.

Song Dynasty: 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 are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it 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! (looking at the window: looking at the window)

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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.

The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!