Give a sad poem 10, give a sad poem

Rain Alley. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl like a lilac with a grievance. She has the color of lilacs, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, grieving in the rain, complaining and wandering; She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, silently (chì chù) like me, cold, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a gaze like a breath, and she floated by, like a dream, like a dream, and confused. Like a lilac field floating in a dream, this girl floated beside me; She silently walked away, far away, to the fence of decadence (pǐ), and walked through this rainy alley. In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dissipated, even her breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance.

Jiang Chengzi Yimao remembered the dream on the twentieth day and night of the first month.

Su shi. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, 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.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. 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.

If affection is a tragedy, then it must be read in dead sentences.

The oath of the mountains and the sea is still in the ears, and life and death are empty and sad.

Prosperous as smoke, but seek peace and prosperity; The mirror flowers and the moon, lest they be caged.

The fourth poem of "Five Songs of Thought" Yuan Zhen was once difficult for the sea to be water, but Wushan is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Autumn passes, hooking out the hateful Xiao Suo. People are sluggish, remnants of flowers are lonely, and there are three flowers in the wind. The green plum knot is on the left side of the weeping poplar, and the bamboo branch should be blamed on the streamer. The streamer is wrong, and now it is gone, and it is like ...... at that time

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Go to ** to find a lot of them, especially Xiaohongshu, I think the sad Su Shi is the best in ten years of life and death.

1.Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite.

2.The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn. - Du Mu's "Farewell".

3.Tonight, what night, see this beloved. - Anonymous "Book of Poetry, Tang Style, Silk".