What is the poem that best empathizes with a person s heart?

It is easy for the two to be happy, but it is difficult to join hands.

Although people are here, they are closed yesterday.

In the snap of a finger, today is not yesterday, people are empty, and blood is like flowers.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long.

Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

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

Silently go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, what time is the flower rain

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

I want to cry without tears......Or you want to cry and can't cry ......No words are pale.

Just browning, there is a heart, it is sorrowful, and there is a taste in the heart.

Who reads that the west wind is cold alone, and Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window ,......Forget this sentence, you can "at that time it was only ordinary") was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just ordinary.

The scorching sun is like a fire, and the fields and rice are half scorched; The farmer's heart is like soup, and the prince and grandson shake the fan.

I send my heart and the bright moon. Follow the wind until the night is long.

The verses of a man who is tired and sad are as follows:

1.A hundred years of life is hard, and the elegance burns out and loses between your fingers. The years in the world are wasted, rugged and bumpy. Mei Ao's frost is fragrant, and the rising sun is still in the east. Looking back on his previous life, he did nothing, and his heart failure withered. - Fanghua Tang: Zhang Hua.

2.The heart is still tired, and the fruit is extraordinary. Occasionally, because of good ears and eyes, Dan Qingyan is fake. Taste the will of the wild, and force the middle edge of the area. The dust is solid, and the will will not move. - Inscription Painting Landscape Barrier Tang: Zhang Jiuling.

3.It is not easy to know Pengying, and there is a way with high hopes. The roots are out of the huge immersion, and the color is far away to the lonely city. Faintly row the clouds, and the layers will be bright. The net harvest is exhausted, and the floating tender is light. - Mansion Test Laicheng Sunny Day Looking at the Three Mountains "Tang: Xu Bin.

4.Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come. - Song of Tomorrow" Ming Dynasty: Qian Fu.

5.The night rain cuts the spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is freshly cooked. The Lord said that the meeting was difficult, and it was tiring in one fell swoop. - Gift to the Eight Guards of the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

1. Thousands of sails in transit are not, and the slanting veins and veins are long.

Second, endure the lack of celery and slow down the reward of a thousand gold and pretend to be a smile? After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other. - Shao Ruipeng, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

3. Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, Sauvignon Blanc is long-term memory, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite. - Li Bai, "Three Five Seven Words".

Fourth, the contract between life and death is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. - Anonymous "Book of Songs. Sao Feng. Drumming

Fifth, the young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent did not change and the sideburns declined.

Sixth, when there is poverty at the ends of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. - Yan Shu "Jade House Spring".

Seventh, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Eighth, the most panicked temple day, the workshop still plays a parting song.

9. How can you live and die together? - Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi".

10. But I will open my eyes all night long, and repay my life for not raising my eyebrows.

Sad verse poetry

11. The article has been full of people's ears, and I was stunned for a while.

Twelve, drunk with the green piano to wish a pillow of new sorrow, the night flowers and the moon full of buildings.

13. Tonight and night, see this beloved. - Anonymous "Book of Songs. Tang Feng. Preparation

14. Dust has always been like water, and tears are rare, why not live your life? Mo is affectionate, and his feelings hurt himself.

15. The scenery is not different, and there are different rivers in the eyes.

16. If you don't see each other, you can't see each other, and you can't seem to be ruthless. - Sima Guang "Xijiang Moon".

XVII. Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. - Yuan Zhen's "Four of the Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts" is two boundless in ten years of life and death, without thinking, and unforgettable.

XVIII. When do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point. - Li Bai, "Three Five Seven Words".

19. I will not regret the gradual widening of the belt. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

20. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing. - Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Two Songs".

Net: Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked, thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight was heavy and wide.