1. Under the blow of the cold wind in winter, the grass all withered and turned yellow, and the remaining yellow leaves on some branches also fell. The remaining bare branches trembled in the north wind. At this time, only the vigorous pine trees were still wearing green clothes, standing bravely and fearlessly.
2. Falling flowers don’t understand the pain of a beautiful woman, so who can pity her love. Empty and sad, alone melancholy, how to explain the heart-piercing desolation. The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the longing is long; staring at the river, the heart is broken. The lonely shadow under the moon, the heart is broken, we are both broken-hearted people, I don’t know how much the heart is broken. We are both on the same road to the end of the world, but we don’t know where it leads. Just remember the beauty of the moment when the flowers bloom. Who could have known that there would be a heartbreaking sound the moment the flowers fell.
3. In the severe winter of March 9th, the cold wind is biting, and bursts of biting cold wind hit people. The coldness of winter brings people into a state of melancholy, loneliness and sadness. The cold of winter makes the heaven and earth change color and all things are amazed; the cold of winter makes people feel lonely and helpless.
4. A hint of sadness, a touch of sadness, sunset, dusk and dawn. Warm a pot of wine, in the winter dusk, put your thoughts on the Yao Qin, sing and play a song as the dusk fades, with countless traces of desolation.
5. This winter is getting colder and colder. All the leaves are gone. The trees are still enduring the pain of parting in the desolate wind, resisting the invasion of the severe cold. The white snow on the pine branches seems to be telling a story. These past events brought a kind of sadness to my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh and said to myself that winter is so bleak! My heart feels so cold.
6. A breeze blows, and the snow-white petals fall down like rain and tears, desolately and sadly, like fairies scattering flowers. Its departure was due to the unwillingness of the tree or the cruelty of the wind. Just like this, the cherry blossoms on the tree bloomed energetically and spared no effort, and they bloomed until summer, when they slowly withered.
7. Winter brings out the desolation of autumn. That day, Li Yi'an's curtains were blown by the west wind. He was thinner than the yellow flowers, miserable and lonely, so the yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, looking haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Waves of cool breeze accompanied by the slightest hint of spring rain, this time, how could I be so sad? The two women expressed their melancholy to each other when the yellow flowers were falling, which was heartbreaking. This is the sadness and sadness of autumn.
8. Whenever I drive through the woods, I always see pieces of yellow leaves swaying down. As the gentle autumn wind quietly fell, I not only thought about it, but also felt a touch of desolation in my heart. Pick up a fallen leaf and smell it. What remains is the smell of time. To commemorate this rich season, put this leaf with traces of time into a book. Whenever you open the book, you can see it and it will stay forever.
9. Autumn generously gives the sadness that I dare not release to the autumn wind, flying in this sentimental season, flying in this season of tears.
10. The river slowly stopped its hurried pace, and flowed slowly in order not to wake up the small fish that had fallen asleep. I wonder if his heart has also been invaded by winter. Even if it is cold, it still remains warm. All the friends around me have left, leaving me alone sighing silently, staring blankly at the vast sky, my heart filled with unspeakable helplessness and loneliness. There are only a few dull stones waiting around him, and the only way to communicate is to look at each other.
11. The countryside in winter looks a bit rundown because there are no green trees and shades. Because few people come out, it looks a bit deserted. Only at noon did people come out one after another and gather together in sunny places. The people reading the sunshine under the gable wall silently held on to this place with traditional postures, smiling without smiling and talking to themselves silently. Some even pulled down the brim of their hats to cover their entire faces, and soon began to snore. People are particularly able to sleep in winter, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for a year of hard work. In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear adults calling children to get up and eat. Sometimes you will also hear children crying, which probably disturbs their sweet dreams.
12. A dream, a love, a longing for the world, the tears shed are the broken gates of the heart, the falling clouds are the desolation of the night, how beautiful and silent, how glorious and brilliant. , the light emitted spreads into the depths of my heart, burying the desolation, talking about a piece of music that no one has heard of, and talking about a sadness that does not belong to me. The picture I perceive is so speechless, but the mood I deal with is so... Lovesickness.
13. Whenever a person wanders on the green path, the autumn wind blows sadly, allowing him to breathe in the breath of nature and feel the coolness of the autumn wind. However, occasionally there will be wild geese flying by. The chirping of the trees casts a mysterious veil over autumn, making it appear more tranquil. Autumn is desolate, so desolate, so lonely.
14. Many people think autumn is bleak, but autumn in my hometown is full of poetry and colorful. It is not as cold as the autumn in the north, and it enters winter so quickly. The autumn in my hometown is warm, with a warm autumn wind blowing. The sun shines warmly on people's faces. Like a mother's hand caressing you.
15. Walking in the mortal world, time brings us not only the growth of wrinkles, but also the true understanding of life. When the wind of the years blows away, it blows away the ignorance, blows away the complaints and desolation, but blows away the flowers of mature wisdom! Precipitation, sublimation, collection, the traces of time are naturally drawn by a person, and life also moves forward on the right track on this trace. It gets further and further away, becomes more and more beautiful, and finally reaches the peak of glory.
16. Saying goodbye to the last ray of enthusiasm in midsummer, I slowly entered the pure tranquility of autumn. That desolation, that silence, let us experience the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times, and I say that autumn is better than spring. Let us have the leisurely reverie of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains. When you sit on a stone bench by the river or walk on an open field covered with dead leaves, you will feel a sense of loneliness or desolation.
17. It was a cold winter morning, and the glass windows were covered with thick ice. The water that had just been poured out became as hard as stone in the blink of an eye. Outside the house, the roof, the trees, and the ground were all covered with white snow, and the biting north wind kept blowing, making a sharp cry. Ah, this is really a winter morning when dripping water turns into ice.
18. Time is like water, and we are always speechless when we look at each other. Holding a book in hand, looking out the window at the autumn scenery, I have no intention of continuing. In the early autumn sky, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, and the paper kites are fluttering, which can't help but reveal desolation and sadness.
19. Do you like winter? But I don't like it. Why? Because there are no colorful colors in winter, there is almost no vitality, and everything looks withered and withered. The biting cold wind makes you tremble, and you can only be surrounded by the monotonous colors. So during this long winter, I have no choice but to hide in the house and look forward to the delayed spring!
20. After the spring farewell in Yulou, I don’t know whether you are far or near, and it is desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water. Late at night, the wind blows on the bamboos, and the sound of autumn leaves is filled with hatred. So I sleep on my pillow and look for it in my dream, but my dream turns into a lamp and burns out.
21. The autumn rain is falling, falling like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Autumn rain falls in catkins, lingering in the air, falling randomly to the earth, nourishing the peaceful earth.
22. Those poplar trees growing on the mountains are decorated with dew and accompanied by clouds, but they are decorated with dust and accompanied by desolation. It grows green leaves in spring and provides thick shade in summer. When night falls, the whole street is full of red lights and green wine, but it is suffering in loneliness, darkness, and the loneliness of not being understood.
23. Think about how unbearable the long winter is! However, there are always ups and downs in life, and the road cannot always be easy and peaceful. I remember someone said: Winter is the saddest season. In winter, there is no passion of sunshine, beach and waves, no fragrance of singing birds, fragrance of flowers and butterflies, but only the biting cold or the white snow after snow. How can I not admit that your emotions have been infecting me, and how much I hope for a gorgeous and romantic summer!
24. The cold winter is coming quietly unknowingly. What is reflected in us is that it is extremely cold. People wrap themselves tightly in down clothes, but they cannot resist the invasion of the severe cold. Although here It is still snowing non-stop, and the vast expanse of white is pure and pure, implying that heavy snow has fallen on the snowy mountains in the distance. Thinking of the child who is far away, she must be very cold somewhere, right? I can't help but feel a deep sadness, and the concern in my heart is always holding my heart. At this moment, my heart feels cold.
25. Everyone is lonely in spirit and soul, so people are lonely in nature, and it can also be said that people’s hearts are ancient. Every soul is lonely. You are most awake when you are alone. No matter how close the relationship is, there are still areas where communication cannot be achieved.
Loneliness does not mean that you can feel it anytime and anywhere. People basically cannot communicate completely. The loneliness I am talking about is not a very desolate feeling, but that people cannot fully communicate deep in their hearts or essentially. Enjoying solitude is actually a very beautiful thing.
26. The falling snowflakes are like my frozen heart, falling to the ground and broken into pieces. When the snow is dancing lightly, my sadness becomes unbridled, full of butterflies, lonely but graceful.
27. In such a wonderful year, it is difficult to get together, and it is also difficult to say goodbye. The autumn leaves in my eyes cannot shake away the desolation in my heart, withered memories like the fragrance of flowers, and the short reincarnation in the next life. Who is going crazy with me? How about looking for the sound of mountains and flowing water? Thoughts in the mortal world, light steps, Penglai dreams broken into smoke, curling up sparsely, chanting flying threads, temples turned into frost, silent window, the soul is linked to the fragrance of the south sky. I remember that I first saw the joyful mood and will forget about the sorrow. When the duckweed goes away, I will count the setting sun.
28. Winter is an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, calm and honest. He sat in the courtyard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm winter sun. Between his clear-lined brows, you can see the green onions of early spring, the enthusiasm of midsummer and the harvest of late autumn. The elegant fragrance of plum blossoms floats in the air. He stretched out his jagged hand and summoned his wife who had been with him all his life. The two of them talked to each other, and Xu Xu told stories about the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, wax elephants riding in the wild, and ice breaking up and rivers opening up, and swallows returning. No matter how hard or difficult this journey was, they worked side by side and never separated. Their words were high and low, sometimes passionate and sometimes slow. Those years that flew by seemed to be pulled back again, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by daydreaming eyes and indifferent smiles. Outside the window, twilight is closing, and the cold wind hits the bells under the eaves, tinkling loudly, bringing news of the recovery of all things.
29. Autumn on the wild geese is a melancholy mood, which is the sadness and sadness of yellow flowers piled all over the ground. Autumn is not the end of a fallen leaf, nor the last appearance of a broken flower. She is just a period of dormancy giving birth to the glory of the next season.
30. Looking at the scattered autumn rain makes my heart feel astringent; looking at the gray-blue sky makes me feel a little bit desolate; listening to the quiet autumn rain Telling it makes me feel slightly sad.
31. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the rigid land below, which is frozen and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid. The originally green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique label by winter, like a child's face that has been frozen in winter. The cry of the fields in winter is even louder, making people walking alone on the road feel frightened. The tree trunks have no ground, but are swayed by the wind and make a squeaking sound, as if they are weeping or dancing crazily.
32. When I am alone in the winter, I am used to locking myself in the room and turning the music up to the loudest. I thought that I would not feel lonely, and I thought that I would not think of you. That's just what I thought, I can't escape the memories after all. The music drowned my thoughts, and my heart began to feel pain. I escaped from you, but I can't escape from the past.
33. In the cold wind, I wrapped my heavy coat tightly, panting unevenly, and walked on the way home with trembling steps. The desolate night lost my firm direction, and the dim street lights illuminated the distance ahead. The cold wind cut on my face, leaving no eye-catching scars, but it brought cold pain.
34. Cut a wisp of autumn fragrance and condense the shadow of the wild geese. I am afraid that only in the autumn when the fragrance is overflowing can I feel: the poetic charm that is like a dream, like an illusion, like life and death. The autumn water is full of water, and the pulse cannot speak to each other. It is destined to receive the appreciation and chanting of the poet. The red leaves turned yellow and pale, drifting in the ruthless monsoon.
35. In winter, everything on the trees is bare. There are only hares racing in the fields. When the students went to school in the morning, the sun had not yet come out, and it was reluctant to get up as if it was afraid of the cold. The swallows have already flown to the south, and only the ugly crows are croaking. The green pine and cypress trees are covered with silver frost. The fields seemed empty and far away, with only wheat seedlings lying in the snow. The students wore thick clothes and wrapped their faces tightly with scarves, leaving only their eyes exposed. Their breath was frosted on their eyelashes, and a few pine cones on the pine trees were blown wildly by the wind.
36. In that green bamboo forest, fireflies were dancing, and there were all kinds of strange rocks. The cool breeze carried a few bamboo leaves, flowing eastward with the stream, towards the unknown distance.
Looking back again, is the circle carved on the tree still the same when I was a child? Are those restless black crows still pouring out their desolation and sadness on dark and windy nights?
37. Autumn came without warning. The withered yellow leaves drew a graceful arc in circles in the air, and finally lay slowly and leisurely on the ground, evoking wisps of sadness. Perhaps as the ancients said, autumn is really a sad season, carrying a touch of sadness and full of shallow sadness, and the bleak autumn wind makes people feel even more desolate.
38. Everything fell asleep, the flowers withered, and the red skirt and green shirt were withdrawn from the earth; the butterflies hid and turned into pupae and hid in the ground; the swallows also flew away weakly; the willows collected their soft The branches sprinkled the earth with indifference. In this moment of complete silence, you may find a pot of narcissus outside the window, with green leaves. Although there are no graceful flowers, it still makes you feel that it is better than roses. The wintersweet, not to be outdone, shows off its star-like flowers, all branches are bright and colorful.
39. Winter brings out the desolation of autumn. That day, Li Yi'an's curtains were blown by the west wind. He was thinner than the yellow flowers, miserable and lonely, so the yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, looking haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Waves of cool breeze accompanied by the slightest hint of spring rain, this time, how can I be so sad? The two women expressed their melancholy to each other when the yellow flowers were falling, which was heartbreaking. This is the sadness and sadness of autumn.
40. The wind is rustling, the rain is thin, and it is slightly cool. In the evening breeze, bits and pieces of thoughts are like the scattered petals, with desolation and the fragrance of the past, slowly The accumulation of memories has turned into emotions that are constantly being cut and confused, blurring the memories of the past.
41. The desolate evening wind blew off the last leaf. On this cold winter night, the little animals were hiding listlessly in the caves. The frogs in the pond and the little snakes in the tree holes also curled up and prepared to spend this long winter night.
42. Gently stretch out your hand to catch a drop of autumn rain, and suddenly a slight coolness ripples in the palm of your hand. Looking at the drop of autumn rain, the raindrop is like a dewdrop hanging on the grass in the morning, crystal clear. Transparent. When the autumn rain gently touches my face, it feels so gentle and so desolate. Quietly tasting a drop of autumn rain, you can slowly feel the bitterness of autumn rain and experience the sadness that belongs to it.
43. The sky is full of stars. I want to catch this coldness. I don’t want the sunshine to warm my heart. I want to remember the hate in this world, and I want to forget the love this world gave me. Let the only fire in my heart fly away with the falling snow in winter. I want to create a cold world full of icebergs. There is no sunshine there. There are only stars and moon in the sky. It is just my paradise.
44. In front of me, I saw that many of the leaves of the pine and cypress trees had fallen. The leaves were flying everywhere, scattered on the ground in the park, as if they were crying. They parted from the warm embrace. This separation of life and death is not temporary. If they leave, they will be separated forever. When the cleaning workers sweep away these leaves, what awaits them is another tragic ending. What the leaves really didn’t expect was that they would leave their mother so quickly. They fell out of their arms. They had not had time to say a few more words to their loved ones. They originally wanted to do something for their loved ones. They still had many blessings to send to their loved ones, but the ruthless winter came and let them They were separated, and before they had prepared anything, they just fell from the big tree. What was waiting for them was endless longing and endless sadness. What would be their fate? The tree doesn't know it, and the leaves themselves don't know it, but one thing they can do is that they will never forget the tree mother they once relied on, because the warmth of the past is in their hearts.
45. Is it because autumn is so bleak that it is difficult for me to accept some vibrant things? Why does this half-flowered tree look even more sad? The European and American rock music recommended to me by a friend made me feel a little lost. It made me feel like I was standing on the outside of the world looking at the world, confused, melancholy, and with tears.
46. Autumn always has a feeling of tranquility and a little sadness. Autumn rain will always penetrate my heart carefully, and a coolness will hurt my whole body. The withering and falling before my eyes are the unique sadness of this season. The leaves flew one by one to the ground blown clean by the autumn wind, lying quietly, enduring the peeling off of the years.
47. Looking at the setting sun in the distance, sentimental scenes arise spontaneously.
Reminds me of how beautiful the sunset is, but it’s almost dusk! Even my illiterate old mother can read these two seemingly plain poems written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin and understand their meaning! This classic poem makes me happy and sad at the same time! The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and its beauty is beyond doubt. Whenever I watch the sunset, it is also the moment that I feel the most regret and sadness. It’s just almost dusk! It was as if the clouds all over the sky were shining back into the world, and I often took a breath of air-conditioning at the emotions I saw in front of me, and felt great sadness, timidity, and loss in my heart; it also made me experience the desolate mood like dusk.
48. Walking in the desolate autumn drizzle, loneliness is the coldness of the fingertips and the pain in the heart. In this cold night, loneliness comes uninvited, passing through the skin and reaching the depths of the soul! I looked up at the endless sky. I wonder if it was the rain or tears that blurred my eyes?
49. Who cares about the cool breeze and the bright moon? Once upon a time, I longed for the sunflower to be as bright and warm as ever, facing the wonderful cycle of sunrise and sunset. After all, I still can't resist the invasion of my heart that is haunted by melancholy. Throw the wine into the wind, full of unspoken pride, look around at the countless silent silences, hold the plain paper in hand and listen to the lonely and delicate rhythm, only to turn around and embrace the desolation.
50. In winter alone, I am used to walking on the busy streets after dark, lighting a cigarette and leaning quietly on the corner of the street, watching the pedestrians coming and going, watching those The happiness that does not belong to me, tears streaked across my face unconsciously, it turns out that I have had that happiness before.
51. When the maple leaves are swirling and falling one by one, it is often the most sentimental time. When the wind blows, it will inevitably look a bit sad, just like a sad love story, the falling maple leaves are the most tear-jerking. The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, and I light candles to warm the autumn at the end of the year. But as the lyrics say, no matter how sad the desolate maple leaves are withering, we must learn to warm our hearts with romance. Maple leaves are not like other tall trees that wait helplessly and quietly for death. Instead, they rotate their bodies in the autumn wind, trying to draw the most beautiful arc, and then return to the earth lightly.
52. When you raise your eyes to the sky, the vast sky carries so much tenderness and sweetness, and how much loneliness and helplessness it contains. The stars are shining as deep as your clear eyes, and the curve of autumn water reflects the endless sadness. The moon is jade-like and bright, just like your elegant face, and the pool of blue exudes endless tenderness. Tonight's night sky contains my affectionate gaze, my infinite sorrow, and my thoughts wandering around like the phantom of the night. There must be a pair of eyes staring at me affectionately in a distant place, and a longing heart hugging me tightly. The fairy in the Guanghan Palace is lonely, drinking alone and dancing in desolation, raising a glass to invite the moon to express her sorrow, and she is speechless and sheds two lines of tears.
53. The weather was gloomy, and the sky was filled with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, not to mention the exposed face, which was scratched one after another by it. The pain is excruciating. I love snow, I love snow scenery, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
54. When the autumn wind blew slightly through the maple forest, the rubbing sound of salsa caused bursts of noise throughout the quiet maple forest. The autumn wind blew slightly beside the maple leaves, and the fiery red maple leaves fell. It dances its last dance in mid-air, the most poignant dance.
55. The desolate autumn is deeply desolate. I couldn't sleep at night. There will be many, many pictures in my mind, the past you, the past me, the past us. Either happy or sad, sad or painful. In fact, reminiscing has become my habit, I am used to enjoying loneliness at night, and I am used to feeling sad alone at night. I don’t want to get used to it, but I can’t change it.
56. The slightly desolate winter is about to leave. Watch the snowflakes drift away. I know this is the last snowflake to fly. But I'm still waiting, in this empty life. Looking forward to, looking forward to, the snowflakes flying again. Because I know that when the flying snow words fly again, I will forget the touching lips that moved her. On boring nights, I can only stare at the computer stupidly, dazed, and dazed again. Boring music can only be listened to over and over again, sad, and sad again. This vacation, I really want to end it quickly, I really want to try to bury myself and everything.
57. Since ancient times, many poets have felt sadness, anger and desolation towards autumn. It can be said that autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times.
Everyone walks into autumn with different eyes, angles and mentality, and feels the different emotions that autumn brings to them. I prefer autumn to the other three seasons.
58. The ancients were sad for the autumn, more than just sad. I don't know why, from beginning to end, autumn has always played a desolate and lonely role in people's hearts, and those poems and articles about autumn are cast in a gray shadow. Maybe it's because of the autumn wind, or maybe it's because of the fallen leaves. Some people, lying in the windows of their homes, look at the fallen leaves hanging precariously on the branches and finally drifting away, lamenting the shortness of life; some people, in a foreign land, stand under the tree, watching the fallen leaves flying in the wind and the dust settles. , quietly returned to the embrace of the earth, lamenting that he had been wandering throughout his life. They have led many literati to write poems and articles about the sadness of autumn, but they also imply the desire for a perfect ending.
59. This is a candle I just saw at the scene. The candle has not been burned out, and the wick has been broken. Just like life, it may be full of energy, but without that opportunity, it cannot be burned and has nowhere to release it. Or like love, two people clearly love each other, but there is no fate, so they cannot stay together and cannot meet by chance. All desolate.
60. Who said that beautiful scenery can be very long, long enough to warm the coldness of people's hearts, but why do they end up on opposite sides of the world? When there is only one solo left on the stage between two people, all hopes are frozen, and the moving melody can no longer flow from the passionate strings. The thoughts can only be walked on the lonely shore, and the sad person can't I can only quietly appreciate the tenderness left in the lonely city, and mourn with a desolate voice in front of the mottled broken shadows.