Tell us about any poems about sadness that you have read.

Today's money is more than 100,000 yuan, and the king camp is resuming fasting. Originally, literati didn't like to talk about money and thought it was vulgar. But Yuan Zhen said, today's money is more than 100,000 yuan, and Junying Dian resumed camping, I am rich now, I am really rich, I have 100,000 yuan, but where are you?

You're long gone, so what can I do if I miss you? I can only pay tribute to you desperately. But this can only comfort my own heart, can you feel it?

No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me about the warmth of porridge.

There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it has been covered like a pavilion.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Once the spring goes to the old face, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing.

Xu Zhimo: "My world is so quiet that I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat. The blood in the atria slowly flows back into the ventricles, and so on. Smart people who like to guess their hearts.

Maybe you guessed the heart of someone else, but you also lost your own. Stupid people like to give their hearts, they may be deceived by others, but they may not be able to get others. You think I'm invulnerable, I think you're invulnerable", this poem is really very vivid, very distracting.

It's just that you can't get what you want, why are you talking so much sour and crepe.

The absurd words of the wild night leave the keyboard sad and fearless.

Yuan Zhen's "once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud", this is written by Yuan Zhen to mourn his wife Wei Cong, and I think its beauty comes from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan! How good it would be for many things in life, many circumstances, and many people to be as they were when they first met! It's a pity that when I looked back, it was already a thing.

Lin Huiyin's song "Don't Throw It Away" "The same is the bright moon, the same is the lights across the mountain, the sky is full of stars, only people are gone, hanging like a dream, you want to return that sentence to the night, you still have to believe it", it is really the poignancy of unrequited love.

There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king. I really feel the heartache from this poem.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, your temples are like frost, if you don't see each other, it's just that, if you see each other, but you don't know each other, just rubbing shoulders in the years, what a heartbreaking scene it should be.

Love is the eternal theme of human beings. "It's not easy to say that I love you, it takes too much courage": the mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine! In a lifetime, between pitching, how much love and hatred, how much crazy obsession, in the end it is not empty.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time! Looking back now, the old love is unforgettable, and it can still be recalled, but everything is like a different world, if it weren't for the ignorance of the original youth, how can it be so!

Ancient poems: I love "Jiangchengzi" alone: "Ten years of life and death." Don't think about it. 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.

Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, short Matsuoka" Every time I read it, I was about to cry.

Suddenly, there is an old man in his heart, looking back at the mountains and rivers is autumn, the two lovesickness are drenched in snow, and this life is also considered to be white.

Translation: From the heart of the deceased, only a trace was left, and when I finally looked back, I found that it was already a mountain stack, and the past was like smoke. Two people from different places missed each other in the snowy days, and the snow fell on the heads of the two of them, and they could be regarded as growing old together.

At that time, Li Qingzhao was helpless when he first arrived in Hangzhou, and Zhang Ruzhou approached Li Qingzhao as a classmate of Zhao Mingcheng and took care of her in every way. This Zhang Ruzhou is a native of Zhejiang, a junior official in the Chiyang Army in his early years, and obtained a jinshi during the Weizong period of the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, he became a petty official, and he used clever words to gain Li Qingzhao's trust.

Sentiment. You have to learn to accept the facts, but you will only experience this time in this life, and it is enough to taste the heart-rending pain once, you always have to believe that some people do not have the ability to act on the spot, she just looks down on the world and will not have any interest in acting on the spot.

Be a warm person, perceive all the subtle and simple beauty in this world, do not embarrass others, nor embarrass yourself, and from then on be a person who is silent, but has a sea in his heart, does not hurt others, does not abuse himself, expresses his feelings for you in this text, crosses his heart, crosses his feelings, and crosses himself.

Su Dongpo's words "Jiangchengzi": 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 lines of tears, and it is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Su Dongpo's words "Jiangchengzi": 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 lines of tears, and it is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

The saddest poems I've ever heard are as follows:

It is difficult to form a pair without fate, and amorous is always hurt ruthlessly.

There are thousands of famous doctors in the world, and Hua Tuo has no way to reincarnate.

The moon sets in the west and the night is deep, and I really meet a ruthless person.

Now I look down on the red dust and cut off the love thread to care about the door.

In the next life, you will not enter the door of lovesickness, lest lovesickness ruin and regret and shout and grind.

I knew that love was so bitter, why let me cross the red dust.

I wanted to share a white head with you, but it was hard to find a shallow dream.

Hongchen comes and goes in a dream, and the dream is empty at the end.

There is a thousand feelings in the air, and the love is deep and shallow strangers.

In the end, the old moon is pulling the wrong line, and there is only lovesickness in the world.

Those who are asleep will eventually wake up, and their hearts will fall into the city.

Looking at the moon in the water and leaving regrets, seeing the flowers in the fog has been recognized.

People are far away, and dreams are hard to come true, and from now on, they don't talk about love.

Even if this life is ordinary, the waves are not shocked.

A pot of old wine entered my throat, laughing at the bitterness and sorrow of life.

Bitter tea and turbid wine are accompanied by a long time, and they are not afraid of dyeing their white heads over the years.

Ordinary people live a clean and idle life, and do not judge with others.

If the true love is let down, it doesn't hurt to die alone.

If a person is rich and full of friends, his family is poor and his relatives do not recognize him.

Rich people are relatives all over the world, and it is difficult to bond with brothers and sisters without money.

Smile but in the wind and rain, everything is difficult to live together.

Half a lifetime of sad dreams, Meng Meng is empty.

Personally, I think it was written by Chen Ziang in the Tang Dynasty.

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I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after.

Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept.

In just a few words, this poem expresses the infinite grief and indignation caused by climbing the stairs to overlook the chaos and reminisce about the past. It fully expresses the feeling of loneliness, depression, desolation, and sorrow when the ideal is shattered. The key is that although it is written about the sorrow of human beings, it is placed between heaven and earth and in the eternal years, so it does not read "childish", nor does it stick to the ordinary "love of children", which fully reflects the open atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, which is really admired by people who have been in the world for thousands of years.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable, it is the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold.

The saddest poem I have ever heard is "I am not born, I am old".

The saddest poem I have ever heard is "I am not born, I am old".

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

And from the time I fell in love with a boy who was three years younger than me, I understood the great sadness and sadness of not being able to stay together even though I loved each other because of my age.

And from the time I fell in love with a boy who was three years younger than me, I understood the great sadness and sadness of not being able to stay together even though I loved each other because of my age.

The three-year-old is like a threshold between us, and the discussions of our classmates and the disapproval of our relatives make it impossible for us to be together calmly.

The three-year-old is like a threshold between us, and the discussions of our classmates and the disapproval of our relatives make it impossible for us to be together calmly.

I love you, but I can't be with you, and if I were the same me I was three years ago, I wouldn't hesitate to choose to be with you.

I love you, but I can't be with you, and if I were the same me I was three years ago, I wouldn't hesitate to choose to be with you.

1. The boy listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are calling the west wind. Now listening to the rain monks, the temples have stars. Joys and sorrows are always about love, and a step before the day is dawn.

2. Outside the long pavilion, next to the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain! The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

"Poppy Beauty: Listening to the Rain" is a poem written by Jiang Jie, a lyricist at the end of the Song Dynasty, and was selected into the "Three Hundred Song Songs".

This poem sums up the special feelings of youth, prime of life and old age, and it can be described as concise and to the point. It uses "listening to the rain" as a medium to integrate time and space over a large span of decades. The boy only knows how to chase joy and laugh and enjoy intoxication; In the prime of life, wandering and lonely, touching the scene and feeling sad; The loneliness and loneliness of old age, the joys and sorrows of life, are all reflected in the sound of rain.

2."Farewell".

It is known as the "pioneer of modern China", and Uncle Li composed the same school music work in 1915. The song is smooth and smooth, the combination of words is appropriate and natural, seamless, touching the scene, people can't help but evoke nostalgia for the old things, and produce desolation and sadness.