There is an urgent need for a sad poem, what are the poems that hurt feelings?

Mantuo Jinshan Temple, the fog covers the farmer's house, wants to ask her for rural affairs, and the white bird wants to ask for Ya.

Can anyone tell me what I think about this story?

Painting hall spring Nalan sexuality.

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

Li Qingzhao "A Cut of Plum and Red Lotus Fragrance Remnants of Jade in Autumn".

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.

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.

Su Shi - "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 tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, I live at the end of the Yangtze River, I don't see you every day, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice.

1. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

2. In the past, it was difficult to turn the sea into water, but in addition to Wushan, there was no harmony and hail was a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

3. Love at first sight without regrets, crazy for Qing and drunk for Qing. How can I have no intention of the beauty, my heart has fallen into reincarnation.

4. In heaven, I wish to be a winged bird, and I am willing to be a branch on the earth. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

5. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

6, there are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time!

7. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear.

8, the rain of tears asked the flowers silently, and saw scattered flowers falling all over the ground. Walking rain late at night is not allowed, and then looking forward to the long night when dawn.

9, spring to call sail a hundred flowers secretly sad, red leaves how to endure the flowers and bones. The lonely moon is desolate and broken, and the autumn frost is goodbye to the past. The peony is heartbroken and tears cry, and the tears are sprinkled in the autumn breeze to bring a high fragrance soul. Ask you to have pity for the flowers, don't wait for the fragrance to disappear and turn into smoke.

Open up Hongmeng, who is the love species? It's all just for the love of the wind and the moon. ——Cao Xueqin, "Introduction to the Dream of Red Mansions".

The spring silkworm is bored until the end of the dead silk, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. —Li Shangyin, Untitled

I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples mourn everything. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Songs of Sorrow and Sorrow".

The night moon nuclear clan has a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is tender. - Qin Guan's "Eight and Six Sons".

Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die. - Wen Ting-style "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. --Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

Tonight, what night, see this beloved. --The Book of Songs. Tang Feng".

There are beauties, they will never forget it, and they will not see it for a day, and the ants who think of it are crazy. --Phoenix Seeking Phoenix. Piano Song".