Seek tragic, resentful, miserable poems or words as illusory as possible

Xin Qiji's "He Bridegroom, Bemaojia's Twelve Brothers" is a green tree listening to the pelican.

He bridegroom Bemaojia 12 brothers" Xin Qiji.

The green trees listen to the pelicans.

More Nakan, the partridge stopped, and the cuckoo cut.

There is nowhere to go back to spring, and the bitter hatred of Fangfei is stopped.

It is not yet reached, and the world is parted.

Immediately the pipa is closed and blackened, and the door is longer, and the green is resigned.

Look at Yanyan and send it back to the concubine.

The general was in a hundred battles and his reputation was shattered.

To the river beam, turn back thousands of miles, the old man is extinct.

The wind is cold in the west, and the seats are full of clothes like snow.

is a strong man, and the sad song is not thorough.

The bird still knows that it is like a hate, and it is expected not to cry, tears and blood.

Who is with me, drunk with the moon?

Yaxiang Building in the secluded valley, Yaxiang Building Lord Xuanyuan Qiu.

Self-pity is thinner than a yellow flower, and the willows are gently moved.

Candles and tears fall jade beads, and the moonlight is sad to drink sake.

The only one will pay the tenderness to Mingyue, and the pavilion and the pavilion are still singing.

The sorrowful green kite frightened the, and the silver whip was danced to intercept the river.

Fangxin wants to send you unintentionally, and Pingju can comfort and ask for nothing.

Alone in the world, drunk dreamers, how can you stay in the quiet empty valley.

Don't complain about the passing of red faces, only hate the empty dreams at night.

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Qingping Lexin abandons illness.

Stay alone in Boshan Wang's Nunnery.

Hungry rats around the bed, bats dancing over the lamp.

The pine wind on the house blew the rain, and the broken paper window muttered to himself.

In his life, he was in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and he returned to Huafa with a pale face.

The cloth was dreamed of by the autumn night, and there were thousands of miles in front of him.

I don't know if this counts: heaven and earth are together, and there are no tombs in the mountains, but I dare to be with you.

1, "Remembering Qin'e Loushan Pass" "Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning" verse:

With a thunderous force, it showed contempt for the enemy and firm faith in the proletariat. "Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron" is tragic, and "now we are stepping forward from the beginning" to turn unrestrained, and the poem radiates the brilliance of passion and generosity.

2. "Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf".

The majestic and bold language style expresses the determination to kill the enemy "Shooting the Wolf" expresses the author's ambition to do his best to resist the invaders and serve the country.

Li Shangyin's only feelings can be remembered, but he was confused at that time. Is it (but) confused?

The dew is wet and the flowers are fragrant, and the moonlight song is blowing in Zhaoyang. It seems to add seawater to the palace leakage, and the long door is long overnight. Li Yi's "Harmony Lyrics. Palace Resentment".

is Cai Wenji, the content is as above.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

A line of egrets in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

The voice is slow, Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's hardest to slip away.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers all over the ground are piled up with letters, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can the wide file be worried!

There is also a limerick poem, miserable, miserable, miserable.

Miserable, miserable, miserable.

Miserable, miserable, miserable.

Miserable, miserable, miserable.