Find some sad verses with explanations! Thank you. The more the merrier.

Classic: (personal favorite).

How you meet me, in my most beautiful moments. For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a relationship with the earth. Xi Murong "A Flowering Tree".

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married. Zhang's "The Song of the Lady".

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu".

If you don't see each other, how ruthless is affection. Sima Guang "Xijiang Moon".

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. Zhang Xian's "Thousand Autumn Years" can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time. Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Su Shi "Jiangchengzi".

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream. Chen Tao "Longxi Journey".

It's me typing out word by word.,If you like it, take it! Scold.

Qingyu case He Zhu.

Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he sees and Fangchen goes. Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge.

Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. How much sorrow is there? One by one, Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow and rainy.

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 the wind is in a hurry.

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and green, who can break now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.

In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Relatives or residual sorrow, others also sing, what is the way of death, and the mountains and rivers are supported. --Tao Yuanming.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are combined, only to dare to live and die with the king for ten years, do not think, since unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about the desolation of a deep sea of Houmen, since then Xiao Lang is a passerby.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

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

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

When do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point.

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

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married.

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.

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

The above content is what I feel sad.

The translation of poetry can be understood and imagined with reference to the literal meaning (everyone has a different understanding of poetry, and poetry is based on artistic conception).

Seek and seek. Miserable and miserable.

Loneliness is singing lyrics, and seeing and not seeing.