It's hard to part, the east wind rises and a hundred flowers blossom.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Inlaid harp

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

I believe you have heard these two poems, which are very sad and my favorite ~

I like it better.

There is another word I like better.

Jiang's diary dream is on the 20th day of the first month.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. "

The other sentence is a poem in the book

"Don't look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, all kinds of things are like water without a trace; " Tomorrow you will be a stranger. "

Love is the sweetest and the most bitter. Time can heal wounds, but cracks will never disappear. The best way is to calm down, look at it from another angle, think about it, and slowly heal the wound.

How many new sorrows have turned into old hatreds?

How many past events have gone up in smoke?

How much tenderness can't be said?

Idle a song "Laugh at the World of mortals".

White gauze skirt, green Luo skirt,

Why did you make me lose my soul?

A lotus dream in this life,

Be a flower protector in the afterlife.

References:

White's 300 poems

Let's talk about poetry first

I think Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc is quite sad, especially "Sauvignon Blanc, which destroys the heart".

Du Fu's Car Shop is another kind of sadness caused by his deep sympathy for people's sufferings.

Bai Juyi's Sunrise and White-haired Man and Harem Poetry are "elegies lamenting the fate of women". There are many words in Pipa Xing that reveal sadness.

Li Shangyin's Le You Tomb: I walked through the Le You Tomb with the shadow of dusk. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Besides, most of Li Shangyin's untitled poems are about love, and they are also sad, such as "The Stars and the Wind Last Night" and "It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted".

There are many words.

Su Shi:

Jiangchengzi

Biexuzhou

There are endless thoughts on the horizon.

When they met, they hurried by.

Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.

Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with?

Sui dike dissolves in water in March.

Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.

Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.

I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.

More famous is Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", mourning for his dead wife:

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Li Qingzhao's ci also contains many sad works:

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang,

& ltbr & gt is alone in the blue boat.

Who sent the brocade book?

When the word goose came back,

The west building is full of moons.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

A kind of acacia,

Two luxury.

I can't eliminate this situation,

Just frown,

But in my heart.

Linjiangxian

How deep is the courtyard,

Clouds, windows, fog pavilions,

The calyx of willow-tip plum is gradually distinct,

Liling tree in spring,

Building a healthy city for the elderly.

Feel the moon, sing the wind,

Now that I am old and have accomplished nothing,

Who is more sympathetic and jealous,

It's boring to try the lights.

Walking in the snow is not in the mood.

And Li Yu. Most of the late works of the king of national subjugation are melancholy:

Sword and song

Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles.

Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.

I've known him several times.

Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.

The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song.

Tears for Gong E.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.

The small building blew eastward again last night.

The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Ask how sad you can be,

Like a river flowing eastward.

Langtaosha order

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

Not in a dream? Don't say that. What is this?

Not leaning on the fence, the vast mountains and rivers,

It's easier to see when it's not.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Two poems by Lu You and Tang Wan: Hairpin Phoenix are also very sad.

◆ Lu You. Hairpin Phoenix ◆

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!

◆ Tang Wan. Hairpin Phoenix ◆

Things are poor, human feelings are evil, and flowers are easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.

If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.

Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

There are many, many ....

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A library of ancient poems, looking for the poems of poets in the Song Dynasty, so sad.