A poem about the helplessness of fate 1. Poems lamenting the helplessness of life.

1, Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. —— From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Hua Xie and Chun Hong.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the safflower in the forest has withered and the flowers have gone in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

2. Life is rootless, floating on the dust like a stranger. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be. When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other? When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink. Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. -From Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: life has no roots in the world, but floating dust in the Tao. Life blowing in the wind, this body has gone through hardships and is no longer what it used to be. The whole world wants to be brothers, why do biological brothers want to date each other?

When you are happy, you should be happy. If there is wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink together. Once youth is gone, it is impossible to come back and never see the next day. We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.

3. Life is like a trip, and I am also a pedestrian. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Lin Jiang Xian sends money to Mu Fu"

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different inns.

4, the world is a big dream, how many times is life cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Mid-Autumn Festival: Who shares the lonely light? Looking at the north sadly. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, A Dream on Earth"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, there are a few more silver lines in your brow. Wine is not good, but it worries the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. Who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me on this Mid-Autumn Festival night? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.

5, listening to my "respecting the old and loving the young and getting drunk", life is helpless. But to make love thousands of miles away, you must believe that the opposite side of ruthlessness is mountains and rivers. -From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's Ding Fengbo, Sending Fan Kuo to You Jiankang at the Table.

Vernacular interpretation: Please listen to what I said in front of the glass. Parting is a helpless thing in life. If you have a good relationship, even if you are thousands of miles apart, you will feel very close, but the rivers and mountains on the other side of the river are too ruthless.

2. Sentences describing the helplessness of life

1. Look at the sky, the rain is so salty. Are there any tears in it?

2. It is said that the world is strange from now on ~ What is the end of the world? Turn around and turn your back on you. It's the end of the world now ...

You must be my partner on the wedding day, because we promised to walk into the marriage hall together. ...

Love is like a shell on the beach-don't pick the biggest one, don't pick the most beautiful one, just pick what you like best and never go to the beach again. ...

Remembering doesn't mean eternity, and forgetting doesn't mean it didn't happen.

6. People will always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but they will feel lost when they are happy. ...

7. Love is like two people pulling a monkey's rubber band, which always hurts the one who gives up. ...

8. Sometimes, there are no tears when you cry. ...

9. I deeply hurt the person who loves me the most. At that moment, I heard his heartbreaking voice. I didn't know until I turned around that it was actually myself who was heartbroken. ...

10. Some people say that parallel lines are the most terrible, but I think the most terrible thing is the intersection lines-although they have crossed, they will always be far away from each other at some point in the future, and they will get farther and farther away. ...

1 1. The sky loves the earth, but it is too far away. Therefore, whenever the sky misses the earth, it will rain cats and dogs. ...

12. What you think you have completely forgotten is actually hidden in your heart. ...

13. I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your reflection. ...

14. How much pain a relationship can bring you, it has brought you too much happiness. ...

15. When you know it's going to rain, you should take an umbrella. If you know there will be no result, please don't start!

16. No matter how deep love is, it must withstand the dull time. ...

17. Can tiptoe be closer to happiness?

18. Perhaps the most beautiful and fascinating thing in the world is this vague pain in our hearts.

3. What are the poems that lament the helplessness of life?

Three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early.

Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old. Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window and look back for her. Looking back suddenly, that person was once in a dimly lit place, and the eternal amber is now a thing of the past. If flowers are like her, if life is like the first sight, why is the west wind sad, and the soft wind blows through the window screen, my heart will be separated from the earth and endured by heaven; One day, both will end, a moment that should last forever, and this endless sadness will last forever. I will never think about it until I know that it came and went ten years ago. Since then, I have never forgotten, only making pear flowers at dusk.

It is difficult to violate the world, and the heart of reincarnation remains unchanged. I should have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on ditches and mountains, which hurts spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of you.

The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year. The tea in Baoding is still green, and the chess in the secluded window is particularly cold.

There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? When flowers can be folded, they must be folded straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers and the branches are empty. I don't hate human suffering, but I hate the west wind blowing dreams into ancient and modern times.

Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror. Year after year, the flowers are similar. Every year, people bid farewell to different candles, shed tears for others in the morning paper, feel sad and embarrassed for the moon, and wait for the floating lights and the moon to bloom. Ten years have passed.

4. Poems about the helplessness of life

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron.

There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.

When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.

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. It's lucky to add a little money when the rice is green and yellow.

Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad. Father plowed Harada, son? This mountain is barren.

The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

February, the new April and May Valley, who are you working for? When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The silkworm will weave until it dies, the torch will turn to ashes and the tears will start to dry, but there is nothing to do, holding the red beans several times.

Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure? Everything is wrong, look up and look down.

Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears. There is nothing to do, but I feel familiar with Yan's return, wandering alone in the small garden.

I compare my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch. The world is too big to live in, and it is even more ragged.

Where is Fengdu in the distance? I only hate Yan for not taking her in. I want to ask the willows on the heartless embankment, but I should also be tired of listening to songs.

What is lost in life is gathered in death. If there is nothing to see in this life, there must be an afterlife.

Life is also He Huan, why bother to die? Since ancient times, life has never died, take the heart of Dan and follow the history! In this world, life is unpleasant. Tomorrow I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat.

Life has no choice but to get old, and the days are numbered. Life is helpless.

Big sleep, cry less and worry less. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom? I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean on the fence alone. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal. Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the tide was cold and the rain came late.

It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. Nobody in the whole country knows me, so why go to my old capital! I will live in Mr. Peng's house, since I am not satisfied with the beauty of politics! Outside the second door, the Qing Dynasty enlightened Guo Wai Zhou, and life was helpless.

A bitter wish for the east wind makes stones everywhere. How many tears, broken face after horizontal H. ..

Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry; There is no doubt about heartbreak! Sit alone, pay alone and lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is still there. Although we drowned it with wine, Hualin thanked Chunhong for being in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom? How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is ruthless.

I give my heart to the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch! Everything is wrong, look up and look down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water.

I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string? Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Juck Zhang's leaves are rotten in the West Bay, but the lotus seeds are still in bloom.

Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown but take it to heart. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart will be in Tianshan and my heart will always be in Cangzhou? At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

Loneliness and sadness, but also self-dispatch, self-control sadness. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.

I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn. The wind blows the sky and waves attract you. Just smile and don't worry.

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.

Overlooking the Yokooka River, far away in front of Wan Li Sorrow Hall. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't have a taste in my heart.

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The whole world is muddy. I'm alone. Everyone is drunk. I wake up alone.

Zhumen wine 7A686964616FE59B9EE7AD 94313333333036 stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night. Between water and water, there are no words.

I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

5. Have you seen through life and lamented the helplessness of life?

1, a misty rain lasts for a lifetime, every drop lasts until dawn, and once the hero draws his sword, it is another ten-year robbery.

2, less than ten years to the item. Meihua remembers me. I remember plum blossoms. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what you are crying. I remember my life in a broken voice.

4. Fishing on the white-haired river is used to watch the spring breeze of autumn moon. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

5, a boat, a silk hook. Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.

6, pull the mountain to smother the world, when it is unfavorable, it will not die. I can't help it without dying, but I can't.

7, pull the mountain and smother the world, when it is unfavorable, it will not die. I can't help it without dying, but I can't.

8. Is life busy? The party is over. Sorrow and joy are still illusory, and ancient and modern dreams are absurd. Talking about tea is heavy, more infatuated and more bitter. It's extraordinary that you have worked hard for ten years.

9. Heroes in the world come from our generation and are reminded when they enter rivers and lakes. When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

10, Lushan Mountain is misty and rainy, so don't hate it. Don't be idle when you get there. Lushan mountain is misty and rainy, and Zhejiang tide. With Zen, after the enlightenment, I had an experience.