Please help make a sad poem for your hands

Fingertips. Scratching the dream on the glass.

Broken. So harsh.

So discouraged.

Look into the distance. There is no more month.

Only black eyes.

Look out the window. Haggard yesterday's thoughts.

That's it. It's still in front of you.

Hope for the next dawn.

I'm still going on.

Go ahead and live your life.

Keep doing your dreams.

Continue to wander in your own Siwan.

Simply write a poem as you ask. However, looking at your current situation, it doesn't seem to be good, writing this is not to make you sad, I hope you see the following paragraph, and continue with your life, dreams, and maybe missing ......Come on.

The people above write such beautiful poems, I really have the feeling of "I have a good poem title, Cui Hao's poem is on top", Li Bai is like this, and now I am like this, wonderful!!

I used to be at the next intersection.

Keep looking back.

Aftertaste the fragrance left on the corners of the lips.

The hesitation of waking up in every night's dream.

Doomed. The perch on the handprint is reckless.

Pierced the night that didn't keep Fang.

I think. This ferry doesn't think about it anymore.

Or Mo Ruo turned back.

Pandan is gone. Only a fool's dream.

Look at the empty boat. How to cross.

Only the autumn wind complains.

The dust settles. Lonely and full of heartache.

Sigh parting. It is difficult to believe.

But ask for snow.

Looking back last night, I looked for it.

The pavilion is empty, and the song tells the sky.

The soul is scattered, and he walks alone to the end of the world.

Meet in Qingshan, to annihilation.

Swirl the cold.

Classic: (personal favorite).

How you meet me, in my most beautiful moments. For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a relationship with the earth. Xi Murong "A Flowering Tree".

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married. Zhang's "The Song of the Lady".

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu".

If you don't see each other, how ruthless is affection. Sima Guang "Xijiang Moon".

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. Zhang Xian's "Thousand Autumn Years" can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time. Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Su Shi "Jiangchengzi".

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream. Chen Tao "Longxi Journey".

It's me typing out word by word.,If you like it, take it! Scold.

Qingyu case He Zhu.

Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he sees and Fangchen goes. Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge.

Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. How much sorrow is there? One by one, Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow and rainy.

"Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this. Only then did he frown, but he was on his heart. ”

Li Qingzhao's words are more sad, the head of the graceful faction.

I send my heart and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long.

People are affectionate and thin, but now they are really not affectionate.

"Love in the Green Lake".

Dali Pan Zhengwei.

When the spring flowers bloomed that year, the shore of the Green Lake met the king's day.

The blue waves are rippling, singing the dreams of youth and life.

Today, when the flowers bloom again, visitors are like weaving like the day.

Looking back and smiling and tears flowed back, but the years were ruthlessly urging.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

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 did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the day of the wings!

I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

"Sheng Chazi. On the eve of last year's New Year's Eve, the flower market was lit up like day. The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk. On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

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

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

This body is just waiting for you, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep at the table.

A thousand words can't be worth it, so let's be together.

One misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, and one wrong step loses the whole game.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Perhaps there are still people like us in this city, who are dimly in love, confused and confused, hesitant to part, and forgotten.

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

Life is self-indulgent and infatuated, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.

Xiaosheng is not talented, and he is ugly.

Marriage under the tree for hundreds of years, but the bridge for thousands of years.

In the previous life, the sideburns were white and the old fate was not exhausted, and the childhood sweetheart in this life continued to love.

There is no joy when it is time to laugh.

There are no tears when it's time to cry.

There are no promises when it is time to believe.