Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Seven groups of overlapping words can be described as a deep sigh. The autumn, which was warm and cold at first, experienced a series of pains such as the death of the country, the death of the husband and the escape. How to sum up the poet's sadness with a word "sadness"? Continuous drizzle, falling, the phoenix tree in the distance, and I am just a person.
"Yu Linling Chills" Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
The last article was written in this bleak autumn, and I had a lot of thoughts before I left. Then there is the idea of parting, and the good times are like nothing, and no one tells. The artistic realm of the whole poem is extremely high, the narrative is clear, the layers are advanced and natural.
Xin Qiji, ugly slave, middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
This word is full of sadness. In the first part, I wrote a story about a teenager who climbed high and looked far, with great strength as a mountain, and didn't know the taste of sorrow. In the next chapter, "You can only know the taste of sorrow after suffering", but the words of saying good autumn and pretending to be free and easy are actually difficult for the poet to get rid of his inner depression.