I want a few sad poems 10

Jiangchengzi Su Dongpo.

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.

Song Ci also has a lot of masterpieces

Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" is a classic!

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

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.

Yellowfare 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 dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, sad words!

After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. But when the year of hatred comes. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

Flowers fly and flowers fall all over the sky, love comes and goes, and love follows fate.

The geese go and the geese return to the geese, and the tide rises and falls without sleep.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon dreams of Chanjuan, and it is difficult to flow a thousand gold.

If you say that life is bitter, why is it difficult to break lovesickness?

Focusing on the empty eyes for a moment, what does the sky mean to take away the child?

The jade platform has broken the mirror in his arms, and the bright moon is still sinking into the pearls.

Early belief in the spiritual atmosphere to escape the catastrophe, it is difficult to ask the cause and effect of the Futu.

The children in his life are very fond of it, and there is no calf licking in Huangquan at this time?

Why is it worried?

Leave people's hearts in autumn.

Even if Basho is silent, he is also worried!

The end of the bridge rises by the wind, and I dare not climb the Red Mansion!

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud!

From the meeting, once met and annihilated, every time I thought about it, I looked at the beautiful woman, if the wine entered the heart, it seemed to be drunk when I woke up.

Words and filial piety are matched with each other, teardrop line, to look back, quietly sell each other, the only Honglan Spring, swinging out a thousand waves.

Raise the eyes of the fog, don't leave the difficulty, all kinds of bitterness, miserable smoke, like the remnant wind and the moon, and the clouds are endless.

Forget the passing day, love is difficult, and then recall, the end of the cape, the return of the wild goose, the lonely shadow against the wind.

The lantern exhibition, sleepless nights, the Dongxuan window, the moon enters the upper room, and the reunion carving, willing to die for you. Lethe.

The night is low and there is nowhere to go, and there is no one around when you wake up.

Do you want to write) or do you want to ask?

A fallen leaf in my heart falls with the autumn wind.

I don't know if it's the pursuit of the wind, or the tree's refusal.

I floated to the ground.

The scars of the past have remained in my heart.

I can't find the heart-to-heart induction, and my heart wanders the world as home.

The lost wounds of the inner and outer lengths are magnified inch by inch ---?

Now there is nothing left.

A river of spring water has passed to the present day, and it is difficult to complain.

It will not dissolve until spring, and the scars and hearts will suffer from homelessness.

Daughter of the "Wang" clan.

The angel of my dreams, too.

Staring at you. An itchy sweetness has poured into the heart of the court.

It strongly broke the silence of my "dawn" dream.

You in front of me took up my entire eye.

I couldn't help but have the courage to speak out.

However, the fate of the gathering is scattered like flowing water.

A "sunny" day thunderbolt.

Like a silver serpent of heavenly thorns.

Let my dreams shatter and fly.

Waiting for you to go for a long time that will never return.

Confused, I fell into the dark waves of the night.

The storm blew on the canvas.

Qingyun sneered in the shattered air.

Let me ask, where should I go when I am lost?