1. Poems or famous lines from ancient Chinese can describe anger, indignation, entanglement and helplessness towards people and things.

Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they were familiar.

Tim the word picking mulberries

Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with yin; the atrium is filled with yin, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions.

The midnight rain falls on my sad pillow, and every drop of rain drops; every drop of rain and rain, brings sadness to the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it!

Hairpin-headed phoenix

Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, joy is thin, and I am filled with sorrow. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the leisure pool and pavilion are still there. Although the mountain alliance is still there, the brocade

book is difficult to trust. Mo, mo, mo!

Qingpingle

Don’t come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.

Meet each other happily

Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard was locked in the autumn.

Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.

Poppy

When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight.

Jade balustrades Ying is still there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.