Think of a poem about sadness asked to make it up yourself .

The night dispersed like a cloud.

ruthlessly drove away the twilight in my heart.

Sometimes the stars go down, and sometimes the moon goes dark.

It's me. Guarding a lonely night alone.

The night was bleak. Can you, my dear friends, hear the sound of heartbreak?

The sky in my heart is raining.

Every drop is a sobbing of the heart.

Miss me, you're a**.

Even if I look back a thousand times, I can't get back your lights.

I think of you, but I still don't see a trace of you.

A heart. In those countless rainy nights, sad and confused.

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Looking back on the past and autumn, how sad are the remnants of the flowers, why worry?

The mountains and rivers are dark, it is late, and the moon is like wine.

Tears in the depths of an intoxicating dream.

The world is wounded in the dead of night, ten serious injuries are all over the sky, the world seems to be ruthless, unwilling to cry.

The lone flower is blurred, the lonely lamp is lined with the lonely night, I look at the night moon, and the heart is cold.

Lu Haochen.

Give a vote for your own drops.

There is no chance in this life.

Apricot blossoms. A tree is fragrant.

There have been bee saucers.

The flowers tremble and grieve.

Withering is scattered all over the sky.

Scattered like rain. Bitterly hopeful.

The green fruit branches hang.

Green leaves begin to bloom.

Green leaves love green fruits.

The pampering arm is bent down.

July is on fire. The apricots are ripe.

September Flow. Autumn leaves fall down ......

For whom is it falling? For whom?

Is there no chance in this life?

Leave a tree to care about!

Self-composed sad modern poetry 1: My heartThat day, Mandarin Duck.

Got my heart.

Ask me to come to the water's edge.

But I didn't say anything.

I just sat quietly.

But I didn't do anything.

I just stared blankly at the water.

Look at the mandarin ducks in the water.

Swim to the front. I still haven't said anything.

Still nothing has been done.

Quietly watched her leave.

Wave the waves in the water.

Gently pat on the shore.

Self-composed sad modern poetry 2: What it looked like as a childNow you're in a hurry.

Can you still remember what you looked like when you were a child?

Do you still remember your mother's lullaby?

And grandma's kind gaze.

Can you still remember your mother?'Hand face.

and the look of contentment.

Can you still think of a serious father?

And his slap that hurts you.

Can you still remember your naughty partner?

and the beautiful girl at the same table.

Do you still remember the stern teacher?

and the panic of not completing the homework.

Can you still remember the needle in the doctor's hand?

And mother's distressed tears.

Childhood is a happy time.

The appearance of childhood is carefree.

Self-composed sentimental modern poetry 3: Stand on the highest point and look far away

Very happy and blissful.

Own the whole world.

Many, many things to say.

The most beautiful moon for you.

Share your sorrows.

Seeing that tomorrow is not far away.

Remembering best friends.

The blue sky is high, high.

Aoyama is very close, very close.

Step on and walk again.

Tell yourself to be brave.

Go in search of the sun.

Turn the page of moving stories.

One cup at a time, not drunk and unconscious.

Stand here and never leave.

Stand on the top and look into the distance.

At the moment when he was deceived and shot, the wind was like a wounded lone wolf, frantically biting at loneliness;

At night. There is a sad smell in the air, catalyzing one's thoughts.

In the dark corners where the moon does not shine, dreams are in them;

When I put a knife made of yellow leaves.

When you shoot an enemy, you never think you're going to get hurt.

Tears gather before dawn, hidden in the grass, waiting for the moment when they evaporate!

Previously written.

Write it yourself, move yourself, move others.