Please write the poem that you feel most emotional

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don't think about it.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

The boat passed away, and the river and sea sent the rest of his life.

Lovesickness knows when it will be, and it is embarrassing to be embarrassed at this time.

The wine enters the bowels and turns into lovesick tears

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don't think about it.

Heaven and earth have love, white hair, and there is no intention of the vicissitudes of life in the world.

The people you love are in front of you, but the people I love, you are in **.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts".

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Li Yu "Poppy Beauty" (When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon).

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight. The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

Yuan Hao asked "Touching the Fish".

Ask what is the love in the world, and teach life and death to promise? There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Luo Ye's "Partridge Release".

It is good to lean on the green mountains and green streams, and the thorn tree and bamboo are waiting for amphibious. When the flowers are moving, they are sad and parting, and don't cry to the acacia tree.

Wen Tingyun's "Chengnan Zizi".

The bottom of the well is lit and the deep instructions are given, and the total monarch is a long line of Mo Go. Linlong dice and red beans, through the bone lovesickness, I don't know.

Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone; After thousands of sails, the afterglow pulse is long, and the intestines are broken and swing Baipingzhou.

Su Shi "Jiangchengzi Remembering Dreams".

Ten years of life and death! Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Of course, there are many sad poems, it depends on whether it fits the mood!

I think Nalan Rongruo's "Mulan Ci Imitation of Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends" is very sad. Especially the first sentence, which pokes at the softest place in everyone's heart.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half of the night, and the night rain and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested.

The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival!

Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

Bai Juyi - "Night Rain".

I miss people, and I am far away.

I felt something, and it was in my bowels.

The township is far away, and there is no day to see.

The intestines are deep and unsolvable, and they don't think about it every day.

In addition, at this night, he stayed alone in an empty hall.

Autumn is not yet known, and the wind and rain are in the sky.

If you don't learn the Toutuo method, you can forget your heart?

I have people I miss, but I am isolated in a distant hometown, and I have things that I feel and are entangled in my heart.

My hometown is far away, I don't look at it from afar, things are buried deep in my heart and can't be resolved, and I don't think about it all night.

Moreover, on this night when the lights are about to run out, and sleeping alone in an empty hall, the autumn night is far from dawn. The wind and rain are endless.

If you don't learn the Dharma, you can't forget the past.

Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia is urgent. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight?

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

This poem uses autumn scenery to write about separation, and the scenes are blended. In the last film, I wrote about the reluctance to give up the emotion of parting, and on a dusk in late autumn, the showers had just stopped, and a pair of lovers went to the long pavilion to say goodbye. The next film writes about the loneliness and sadness after parting, from the pain of personal parting to the thoughts and feelings of ordinary departures, looking up to the past and the present, and deeply contemplating people's common emotional experiences in the unspeakable sadness.

Jiang Chengzi.

Su Dongpo. Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don't think about it.

I recommend a Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru to write it, it is very sad and strong.

After a farewell, the two places are lovesick, only said that it is March and April, and who knows that in five or six years, the lyre has no intention of playing, the eight-line book has nothing to pass on, the nine links are broken from it, the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear it, a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness to resent. Thousands of words can not be finished, boring Lai ten columns, heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose, the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the moon is not round, burn incense and candles in July and ask the sky, everyone shakes the fan in June My heart is cold, the pomegranate is like fire in May, and the cold rain is watering the flowers, the loquat is not yellow in April, I want to be confused in the mirror, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water, and the kite line is broken in February, oh! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you were a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Pick up the cold branches and dare not perch on the lonely sandbar cold.

The poor children were making trouble with their clothes and crying that the neighbor's lunch was fragrant.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, but it can be eliminated, only to frown but to heart.