There are some sad verses, very sad verses

Li Yu, Ouyang Xiu, Nalan, Qin Guan.

Li Yu: Happy.

Silently go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, don't have a taste in my heart.

Crying in the dark night.

Last night, the wind and rain were blowing, and the curtains were rustling. Candle leakage breaks frequently leaning on the pillow. Sit-ups can't be flat.

The world is flowing with water, and it is a dream. The drunken road is stable and frequent, and it is unbearable.

Nalan: Mulan words.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain were not complained. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Qin Guan: Huanxi Sha.

The desert is cold and goes up to the small building. Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.

Ouyang Xiu: Butterflies love flowers.

Who has abandoned leisure for a long time, every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink before I spend every day, and I don't want to be thin in the mirror.

The willows on the riverside green embankment, in order to ask new sorrows, what is there every year? The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

Yulou Chun. Don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask.

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hate. Therefore, the single pillow is found in the dream, and the dream is not a lamp and an ember.

Butterflies love flowers. The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Residual flowers. Flowers bloom and fall without regrets, and fate comes and goes like water.

Flowers bloom for flowers, and flowers fly for flowers to be sad.

Flowers are sad for tears, and tears are broken flowers.

Flowers dance, flowers cry, flowers cry, petals fly.

Flowers bloom for whom to thank, flowers for whom to grieve.

Wu Lingchun. The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant 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.

There are many poems by Du Fu and Li Qingzhao.

Very sad verses are as follows:1. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

2. Flowers float and water flows. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

3. The wind and dust are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

4, Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

5. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

6. I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

7. Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

8. Holding hands and looking at the tears, I was speechless and choked, thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight was heavy and wide.

9. Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

10. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

11. The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the sorrow is more sorrowful when you raise a glass.

12. I heard 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.

13, three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

14, the white hair is three thousand zhang, and the fate is like a long one.

15. If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

16, out of the teacher's real name, who can be in the middle of a thousand years.

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

18, go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

19, I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the clear canal.

20. Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark?

21. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

22, the young man does not know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words.

23, the wine enters the bowels and turns into lovesick tears.