The same idea, both of them are disappointed.
It's dusk, and it's stormy. -Song Lu You's "Bu Operator"
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
3. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness tell more in silence than in voice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.
4. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. -Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man
The distant forest smoke waves stretch like textiles, and the mountains in autumn are like clothes and sad green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone.
Bananas don't show lilac festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Gift"
The banana's heart has not yet unfolded, and the buds of lilacs are clustered like knots; It is also the spring breeze, and the two are United in different places, and they are all worried about not meeting each other.
6. If you keep cutting, you will be confused, that is, separation. It's not just the general taste. -Don "Crying at Night"
Missing in my heart, I want to cut it off, but I don't stop. I want to tidy up, but it's messy. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another taste in my heart now.
7. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Don Young Beauty
Ask how much you can worry about. My troubles are like the river flowing eastward in spring.
8. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water. -Song Ouyang Xiu "Walking on the Sand"
Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.
9. The bright moon building is lonely, and the wine turns into acacia tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan's "Plain Wood Covering"
The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Picked up the wine to wash the sorrow, but turned into acacia tears.
10. Just being by the river makes you burst into tears, full of worries. -Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.
2. How much sadness can a famous sentence about sadness ask you? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Young Beauty
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe, so that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't move and has a lot of worries. -Li Qingzhao's Spring in Wuling
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. -Li Bai's Song of Qiu Puge flies freely like a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" dream, Zhu Yan in the mirror has changed. Spring goes and spring comes, and there are thousands of worries like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Years"
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"
If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" leans against a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Cui Hao is like the grass in spring, but when it goes further, it is still alive. —— Li Yu's sunset tower is stacked on the mountain, and it is not half idle. -Zhao Wei, please measure the water in the East China Sea to see the shallow sorrow. -Li Wei
3. Sad poems and frosty nights, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't be a taste in your heart.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years.
No! No! No! One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
Raise a glass to relieve sorrow (Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem "Giving Gifts", there is a poem describing the sadness of bananas without lilac knots and the spring breeze in the same direction. Yan Shu's Huanxi Yarn: A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so I had no choice but to spend it, as if Yan had returned. Young people wandering alone in the small garden fragrant path don't know the taste of sadness. They say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength.
The west wind still shines, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow.
When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return. In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they are heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (the text "Dream in the South of the Yangtze River") has not yet come home, and they will be heartbroken when they get home (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man").
Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love. In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun.
Heritage is a double emerald. Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha).
I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult. Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful.
(Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering.
Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year, the moonlight is like practicing tonight, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's Palace)
Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, so I wear Zhu Hu obliquely (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, so I don't know (Yan Shu's Drink for you and persuade the setting sun, and leave a night in the flowers.
(Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. Unfortunately, spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries") is in a hurry. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.
(Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch. To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you sleep late, you will be unforgettable, heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi)
Looking at each other silently, tears flow thousands of lines (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"). From a close distance, it is not a young flower, but a little tear that leaves people (Su Shi's water) and refuses to live. The cold branches of the lonely sand beach (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") blow small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua").
4. Poems about sadness 1. Trembling with fear, treading on thin ice —— The Book of Songs Xiaoya Xiao Wen
2. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think there is no limit to heaven and earth, and there is no end. I am alone, and my tear drops-Don Chen Ziang is on the tower of Youzhou.
3. White hair and three thousands of feet, as long as sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and poor-Don. Du Fu's Li Baimeng.
When people grow up, they hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu's "Meeting You".
6. How worried can Jun be? Just like a river flowing eastward-South Tang. The Mermaid by Li Yu >:>
7. Although the water is flowing, it is invulnerable, and it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel the sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Shu Yun, the official of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building.
8. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel-Tang Du Mu's Farewell
Year after year, she sewed gold thread on other girls' wedding dresses-Don Qin Taoyu's "poor girl".
10. And a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously-Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse".
1 1. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever-Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
12. Silence is better than sound-Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip.
13. A teacher shows his real name, but after a thousand years, no one is equal-Song's book is angry.
14. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? Spring breeze is just the Yumen Pass-Wang Tangzhihuan's Liangzhou Ci.
15. Mo Tao never dies, and people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Liqing takes photos of Drunk Flowers.
16. Searching, cold and lonely, sad and sad-Song Li Qingzhao's slow voice.
17. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I take it to heart-Song Liqing takes a photo of "A Piece of Plum"
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19. When people come to worry, they have nowhere to get together. It has nothing to do with feelings, but there is always sadness-Song and Huang Tingjian and reading The Too Real Story.
5. The poem expressing sadness is 1. People are thinner than yellow flowers because they don't die.
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
3, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.
4. Things in spring are different from hackers as soon as they meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
5. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
6, the rain is fine, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
7. Mo Tao always does nothing and writes alone at night.
8, the hotel cold lights sleep alone, what makes the guest heart turn sad.
9. How many worries can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
10, it was far away the day before yesterday, and it turned gray yesterday. Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month.
1 1, the hand didn't climb the osmanthus, so it was still a banana; Climbing stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and sky in the west.
12, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
13, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
14, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
15, I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
17, the Qingjiang River under the Yugu platform, how many pedestrians shed tears!
18 but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, although we drown them with wine.
19, it's hard to send and stay when you arrive, and stick to it until it's over in your heart. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
20, Dongfeng evil, with fickle joy, a cup of sadness, a few years away.
2 1, flying red like the sea.
22. The singer's song is not over, and his sadness is increasing. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
23, every mountain home Wan Li, night to touch the guest sorrow.
24, hate is like spring grass, getting farther and farther.
6. Who knows that poem about sadness is like a dream, always remembering the sunset in the Xiting, intoxicated and not knowing the way back?
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is chilly in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and I dream of hiding flowers in the mountain pillow. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.
When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and snow piles outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who shares wine and poetry, tears melt residual powder and flowers are heavy.
At first, I tried to sew a shirt with gold thread. The pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I reported it.
7. What are the poems about "worry"? 1 "partridge wants to go upstairs" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
If you want to go upstairs to avoid sadness, sadness will follow me upstairs.
My heart wanted to see the beautiful scenery upstairs to avoid my sadness, but my sadness followed me up the tall building.
2 "Drunken flowers, misty clouds, sorrow will last forever" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
The fog is diffuse, the clouds are thick, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling.
3 "Spring Sorrow" Qing: Autumn
Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down.
Spring worries are hard to get rid of, and I am forced to look at the distant mountains. The past was shocking and tears streamed down my face.
4 "Huanxisha Chao Fuyu is invincible" Qing: Nalan Xingde
Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers.
This continuous rain is like constant sadness. I vaguely remember that we visited the apricot garden last year.
5 "Ugly slave, nearly worried as the sky" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Recently, sadness seems to fall from the sky, so who can help each other? Who cares about each other? Create another day of sadness.
Recently, my sadness is as great as the sky. Who can understand and sympathize with me? No one can understand and sympathize with me, so I want to make sadness and pain as big as the sky.
6 "Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life, and what is the limit of ecstasy!
How to avoid the sadness and hate in life? Only I am sad!
7 "Opening a Sad Song" Tang Dynasty: Li He
I am not proud of being twenty years old, and my heart is full of sadness and gratitude.
At the age of 20, my career was bumpy, I was not proud, and my heart was depressed like a withered Qiu Lan.
8 "Walking on the sand, fine grass is a worry for smoke" Song: Yan Shu
Fine grass worries about smoke, and flowers are afraid of dew.
The slender grass flutters in the wind, like plumes of smoke, which makes people worry, and the solitary flowers are afraid of dew.
9 "Into the Wine" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Call your children out and let them change wine. Let's get rid of this endless sadness!
10 Yongmei: Land Tour in Song Dynasty
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Outside the translation station, the bridge was broken, and the plum blossom blossomed alone, and no one asked. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.