I m in a very bad mood today, do you have any verses to describe myself in a bad mood because of a

Appreciation of Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave - Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

Ugly slave, Shubo Mountain Road, middle wall, Xin Qiji.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Don't worry about breaking up, you can meet the right one if you miss the wrong one, and I believe that you can definitely find your own happiness. o(∩_o~

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first. Raise a glass to dispel sorrow and sorrow. Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk.

The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small.

When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.

There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world!

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall.

Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall.

The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.

Why do you need verses?

As long as you pass your own level, it will work better than anything.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, and there is a taste in my heart.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, don't be a general taste in the heart.

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate seems to be long. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror.

I don't really know the verses.

But I'll give you a few songs to listen to

1.Zhang Yuhua's forgiveness.

2.Gong Shijia once again owned, day by day.

I hope you're doing well

Nothing poetic - I'm not good at writing.

But the lyrics are so much.

I can't bear it. But time can't go back.

It's worth loving you.

It's just time to stop.

Go listen to some sad songs

Crying, there's nothing you can't get over

Ancient poems about depression: Li Qingzhao.

The spring breeze in Wuling is exhausted, and the 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.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

Drunken flowers, clouds, clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

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.

There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Quietly standing in the city bridge people do not know, a star like the moon to see a long time.

Look up to see rats, look down to see cockroaches!