A poem describing sadness 1. A poem describing sadness.
A poem describing sadness.
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. 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.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, 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.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
2. What are the ancient poems describing sadness?
Four poems by Li Shangyin and Yantai
spring
The scenery of Ran Ran is unfamiliar to both the East and the West, and the charming soul can't be found for several days. Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other.
Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand together. Where's the dragon and the phoenix? This is also a puzzling mystery.
Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I'm worried that the iron net will cover the coral and open the sea.
The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white. I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock.
When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled. Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea.
summer
The rain curtain in the front pavilion is not sad, and the trees in the back hall are shaded. The scenery in Shicheng is yellow, and it is empty at midnight.
The silk fan calls the wind into the sky, and the waves spin gently. Does Shu Soul have a lonely companion? A few nights later, kapok bloomed.
The ghost palace finally got light from the shadows, and Yan Xunlan whispered softly. I taught Han Yin to throw himself into his arms, but I didn't send Xing Fei to come and go.
What is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river is clear and the Yellow River is turbid. Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist and took a cloud chariot to call Taijun.
autumn
The moon is wet, and the cold toad falls into the stars. The cloud screen does not move to hide loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry to fly kites all night.
I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. But when I heard the sound of Beidou, I didn't see the clarity and shallowness of the long river.
Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and the ancient wind and dust are full of Yuanyang Yin. Sadly, the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has no sympathy for national subjugation.
The lyre's possession of Chu Nong is getting colder and thinner. Night fright frost parrot with curtain hook, evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud.
Ding joined the ruler element and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan. Song lip held the rain all his life, but it was a pity that the fragrance was in his hand.
winter
Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few. Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the class is far away.
The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead. The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist. At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister.
Broken scorpions are cold, and white jade swallows golden cicadas. When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Untitled Second Li Shangyin
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .
spring rain
I wear white clothes for the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams. Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
Untitled
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. I know that this kind of love will not have any result, and melancholy is frivolous.
Untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Untitled
A wisp of faint phoenix-tailed yarn, fragrant and multiplied, meets Biwen at night. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? . I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest?
Live in Roche Pavilion and pay homage to Cui Yong.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
The flowers have fallen
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
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3. Describe sadness in poetry
When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi). Who knows (Mrs. Wei's "Wu") gaunt and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable, anxious to get back together (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang"), looking at the moon pavilion with his hand, and smelling the flute on the bridge. It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it is better to have a rest. It's better to walk less (Zhou Bangyan's youth brigade). Everyone knows it's like Iraq. How can it be like a slave loss (an isolated spirit)? Only Guanshan is thousands of miles away, when will Su Guangtong (Jiang Shenzi of Xie Yi) sail to Wan Liyun? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off.
Who sings the golden thread for me (He Xinlang of Ye Mengde)? I hate you, not the moon, not the north and south, not things. East, west, north and south, only each other.
I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When it is full, it is still a loss. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)? It is better to warm the sun and lose to Yingying Yanyan.
The courtyard is full of flower curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen). He sits alone, advocates enjoying alone and lying alone. It hurts to stand still, but it hurts to touch someone lightly (Zhu's Magnolia Reduction). Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing, sleeping with clothes.
When I was leaving, I was too lazy to come to the dresser again (Zhu's Qing Ping Le) for fear of parting. How many words I want to say and have a rest (Li Qingzhao's Phoenix Stage), but the water in front of the building, I should miss you and stare at you all day. Seeing the place has added new worries since then (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai to Blow the Flute"). The west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Now, with the cold wind, the temple is afraid to go out at night.
It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness"). When it is cold and lonely, it is most difficult to rest (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can we beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). This time, how can we get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? We should pay attention to Yao Qin, who will listen when there are few bosom friends (Yue Fei's The Hill)? It is even more important.
The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level.
People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") Spring is the same, people are empty, tears are full (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"), peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo and Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") are lonely at dusk, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), only the dream soul can reunite, and the dream can not be made (Lu You's "Dead Hua Lian"). I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's Die in Hua Lian). I'm afraid spring has already opened, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. We should also be surprised to ask: How many buildings in Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) have been deserted recently? Old You Yanfei can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the next 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 that I still have a rest, but it's a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's ugly slave) and nobody cares. What's more, who advised Ti Ying to stop (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai), because he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know what to do in spring (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai). Looking back, the man was there. It's hard to let go of sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion"), Leng Xiang flew to poetry (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nu Jiao") for a long time, and was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sand"). Before spring is green, he has his temples first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green carving is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and nostalgic (Jiang Kui's "Dimfragrance") is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it is, the golden house has been sorted out long ago.
He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but complained that Yulong's elegy (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow") was on the verge of breaking the shore and a new green was born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember the flowers blossoming in the front door and cutting the lights in the middle of the night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. Flowers bloom every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), and there is a dark green road in front of the building, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine"). You can't spend your honeymoon with melancholy, and the moss rises to the secluded stage overnight (Wu Wenying Du Qiuniang, Tainiang Bridge).
The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green (A Prune by Jie Jiang). The joys and sorrows are always heartless, and it is impossible to write till dawn (Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren).
4. What are the poems about sadness?
There are many kinds of sadness, countless. For example, the practice of brothers on the first floor is all-encompassing, and it is inevitable that there will be mixed dragons and dragons. Here, when the classification number is: 1. "The Sorrow of Losing a Partner", Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": the most: ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Li Shangyin Untitled is also a masterpiece. 2. The sadness of missing. When traveling on land, Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix was the best, which destroyed the liver and made people cry: Lu You: red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring willows all over the city; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, mo, mo, mo.
Tang Wan: The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk; The breeze is dry, the tears are broken, and I want to worry about it. A person says it's hard, hard, hard. People become different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul tastes like a thousand ropes; The horn was cold and the night was dim. I was afraid of being asked. I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding.
3. Du Fu's poem: Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and in spring, it returns to green trees and grasslands. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
4. The sadness of losing the country: Huang Zunxian's "Giving Parents the Same Year"-inch by inch of mountains and rivers, inch by inch of gold, who will be responsible for the separatist forces, Du Fu will sacrifice tears again, and the guards will never stop reclamation. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean"-once you encounter hardships, there will be fewer stars around you.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. 5. Desperate sadness: Xiang Yu-"Song of the Earth" pushes the mountain to anger.
Bad times never die. What can I do without dying? I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything! 6. The sadness of "Where Are You Going?": Jing Ke sang "The wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man is gone forever."
7. Helpless sadness: Palace > In the faded old palace of Yuan Zhen, the peony was red, but no one came to see it. Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
8. Sorrow of moaning without illness: Liu Liu, Yulin.
5. What are the poems about sadness?
The poem about sadness is as follows.
1. "Zhao-Tai two complaints"
Year: Ming Author: Wei
Cui sleeve bid farewell to the Golden Palace, and Qingsi closed the Purple Palace.
Xiang Han dawn, spring rest jade steps empty.
Gorgeous state disappears from the flowers, and sadness falls into the tube.
The king's kindness is not thin, and my dream has always been like this.
2. "Comrade Guan Lin's Martial Arts Plays Yi Shunge"
Year: Modern Author: Lao She
After eight years, I still remember the hairpin, and I am very glad to see my candy brother tonight.
It's appropriate to smile when you are sad like the sea.
3. Poems of mourners
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Jiang Yan
Sorrow is slow.
Send knowledge.
When are the seats available?
Empty curtains won't hang for long.
Old age is also He Junming.
The wind blows all over the world.
Dreams never end.
Openness and separation.
Every time you lose your mind.
Only to see the loss of four hours.
4. "Luo Daoshi"
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Lu Ji
It's always a long way. Weep and kiss each other.
Excuse me, son, why? World network baby me.
Sigh forever and obey Zhu Bei. Forget going south.
It's a long way. The desolate road was abandoned.
There are many mountains and rivers. The forest is thin and sleepy.
The tiger roared down to the bottom of the valley. The chicken crowed at the top of the tree.
The night flows in the sad wind. The lonely beast is in front of me.
Feeling sad and moved. Shen is concerned.
Stand and look at your hometown. Gu Ying felt sorry for himself.
5. "Poetry for Feng"
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Lu Ji
Yesterday with two or three sons. Travel to South China.
Wings are like branches. Rummaging around looking for different things.
There is no wind. Wandering in the ancient forest.
Who feels generous? I am willing to speak my mind.
Make it clear. Drive the horse to the shade by the river.
Stand and watch the new moon. Long and deep.
Sogou is very sad. How painstaking people are.
Sorrow is close to Sichuan knot. Bitter words sing with the wind.
I am ashamed of everything. Good news is good for both generations.
The master is far-sighted. Should the city send Yin Hui.
6. Sitting day and night in July
Year: Song Author: Zeng Feng
Qiu Meng is gloomy, and the first night is sunny occasionally.
Sitting naked, my hair is cold, and I have a picnic.
Wash your eyes and make your body light.
Song Yuzhi knows why, but he can't help feeling sad.
7. "Young Ruan Gong Yong Huai (fourteen songs)"
Year: Ming Author:
Facing the ancient platform, overlooking the river shade.
Zhu Ming comes from the south, and the long summer is coming.
Danxia is bright, and dewdrops touch Lin Xuan.
The burning wind vibrates Zeng Ke, and cicadas sing mournfully.
At the end of the four eras, we gradually seek change.
Shengchanggu is different from the past, and the later days are here.
Feeling sad, sighing broke my heart.
6. Sad poems
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
-Liu Yong's "Wu Fengqi" entered Baisimen, knowing that I am lovesick and bitter, and that Acacia is like a memory, and the short acacia is infinite. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" is bleak. After leaving, the two Du should be the same. The most important thing is to distinguish right from wrong.
-Nalanxingde's "Yu Meiren" brought tears to your eyes. I wish I could meet you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu has more than one shadow in the world. How can we live together but not die? Chi-Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Spring March" How can you feel heartless if you meet each other late and be there or be square?
-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" I know that this kind of love will not have a result, and those who are not disappointed are crazy knives. -Li Shangyin untitled six third songs, and the moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.
-Li Shangyin's "Jinse" is filled with hookah, and the green marsh flower writes the story of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's "Sehong Qiuquan" overlapped with tears. Life is only hard to die.
-Wen, "The Recent Flowers".
7. Sad poems
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
-When is Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted: to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night.
-Li Shangyin's "Le Garden Scenic Area" Mo Chou has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Don't move your big ears" is not a heartless thing, but it is more protective to turn into spring mud.
-Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems No.5" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept. -Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" makes you cry. I hate not seeing you before I get married.
-Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu sends Dongping Li Sikong Stone Island" is unfinished, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening, but before he could conquer it, he died, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on.
-Du Fu's "Book of Scholars" petals have fallen like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" But since the water is still flowing, although we use swords to cut, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to eliminate our worries.
-Li Bai's "Shu Yun, a farewell letter to Xuanzhou Xielou" is shallow and fragrant at dusk. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (I)" My heart is worried with the bright moon, and I will go with the wind until Yelangxi.
-Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Zuo Long to show Yao's words" flying freely is as light as a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo Xiaolou Light Cold" The sand sea deepens unfathomable ice, cloudy and bleak, and Wan Li condenses.
-Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.