A poem about depression.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
4, few confidants, who listens to broken strings.
5, night dream suddenly home, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing up.
6. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
7. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
8. It's parting if you don't stop cutting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
9. There is no flame in the residual lamp. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
10, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you pass my silk window, Han Mei is carrying flowers-Don Wang Wei >
1 1. Where is my hometown? I forgot, unless I was drunk-Song Liqing's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River".
12, through the mist that unites five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
13, what does it taste like to twist the word autumn heart into ash? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
14, I'm not famous, I'm not married, and I may not be as good as others.
15, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
2. The melancholy can't be dispelled, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Liqing takes a photo >
Why should a strong brother complain about willow? Spring breeze is not about Yumen Pass-Don Wang Zhihuan >
People standing quietly on the city bridge don't know, but they can stare like a bright moon for a long time-Qing. Huang Zhongze >
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily-Don Du Fu. Ditto.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. They fall in love with the floor, and emphasize their worries for adding new words-Qi Ji > When people worry, there will be no opportunities, and they will always be sad when they have nothing to do with their feelings-Song and Huang Tingjian >
Dream of Yangzhou for ten years, and win the fame of a brothel-Tang Du Mu >
Tao Tao enjoys it-Don Yang Jiong >
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will last forever-Don Bai Juyi >
The past is empty, still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How can I avoid the sadness and hatred of life"
How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward-Nantang. Li Yu >
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will be ruthless. Sima Guang's Xijiang Moon
Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. Republic of China; liang qichao
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang Sheng's Chitose
Looking for it, it is lonely, sad and painful-Song Liqingzhao >
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled
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.
People naturally grow up and hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu >
3. Autumn, an ancient poem describing the depressed fighting spirit (XV)
Author: Li Bai
Year: Tang Dynasty
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
This poem was written in the last years of Tianbao in Li Longji, Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. At that time, the Tang Dynasty was politically corrupt and the poet was deeply worried about the whole situation. At this time, Li Bai was over 50 years old, and his ideal could not be realized, but he was suppressed and excluded. Why not let the poet worry about his white hair and dye his temples with autumn cream?
The main achievement is Li Bai (70 1 February 28-762), whose name is Taibai, and whose name is Qinglian lay. China, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is known as the "Poet Fairy" and a great romantic poet. Han nationality, ancestral home in Ji Cheng County, Longxi County (now south of Jingning County, Pingliang City, Gansu Province), was born in Changlong County, Mianzhou County, Shu County (now Qinglian Township, jiangyou city City, Sichuan Province), and was born in Broken Leaves in the Western Regions (now tokmak, Kyrgyzstan). Died in dangtu county, Anhui. His father Li Ke and his wives Xu and Liu have two sons (Boqin, naturally) and a daughter (Pingyang). There are more than 0/000 poems in the world, with masterpieces such as Difficult Road to Shu, it is hard to go, Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream, Jiang and Li Taibai Ji. He died in 762 AD at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei.
Since childhood, Li Bai often went to Daitian to talk to Taoist priests about Taoism. Later, in Minshan, he lived in seclusion with a hermit named Dongyanzi, devoted himself to studying, and did not enter the city for many years. They keep many exotic birds and work as animal keepers in the mountains where they live. These beautiful and docile birds are used to breeding and fly to feed regularly, as if they can understand human language. As soon as they heard the cry, they flew down the steps from all directions and even pecked at the grain in people's hands without fear. This incident was spread as an anecdote, from far to near, and finally Mianzhou secretariat personally went up the mountain to watch birds eat. Seeing that they could direct the movement of birds, the secretariat decided that they had Taoism, so he wanted to recommend them to take the Taoist exam. However, both of them politely refused. Zhao Kun was a famous strategist at that time and a good friend of Li Bai. In the fourth year of Kaiyuan (AD 7 16), he wrote ten volumes of long and short classics. Li Bai was only sixteen at that time. Zhao Kun's strategic works, which studied the similarities and differences of the Six Classics, analyzed the situation in the world, emphasized the way of rise and fall, and managed chaos, aroused Li Bai's great interest. He is bent on making contributions in the future and likes to talk about the way of Wang Ba, which is also influenced by this book.
4. Ask for an ancient poem about depression. Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring Breeze" is full of dust and fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
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. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
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! It's heartbreaking that Li Yu is so happy that he doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are 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.
The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Yan butterfly lovers dreamed of the misty water in the south of the Yangtze River, and went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one was seen. When they sleep, they are lost in ecstasy, but they are disappointed and lost in ecstasy. If they want to make full use of this love letter, they will get nothing in the end, but they will be heartbroken and break the Qin Zheng column. Butterfly lovers was drunk and couldn't remember the West Building. We had a good reunion. It's really easy to get together and leave the moon. The night is cold and empty, crying for others. Partridges are drunk, patting the spring shirt, cherishing the old fragrance, and the sky will be far from annoying. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sunset falls in the building every day. Clouds and mist surround the water, and the journey of recruiting people is long. Acacia has no words, so don't bother to shed tears on stationery. Life inspectors have a long dream, but fish and geese have almost no sound and dust. Poor temple. Love and hate are not as good as people. There are several plays being staged in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer. Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. Even if you have a dream, it will become empty, just like a dream. Chun Qing, a beautiful girl in Nalan, saw a thin pear flower and scattered fragments. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. Nan Xiangzi wept for the dead woman, but she was silent. She only regrets the past and saves her knowledge by Dan Qing.
Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
I felt this hatred when the dead woman died. Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
Qingping is sad and anxious, and Huanghuajie is desolate. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad.
Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying.
Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Happy Shawan Liyinshan Bay Lisa, who will frost the temples? Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
Soul and dream can not be separated from the golden bow and defense. Draw a jade crow fork. Poor thing, lose a penny.
5. Poems describing depression are full of lofty sentiments.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum" red crisp hand, Huang Teng wine, spring willow in the city.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the leaves are scattered. Western jackdaw in the west is amazed, but when we meet, we will know when we will meet. At this point, the night is awkward.
-Li Bai's poem of autumn wind, the intestine has been broken, tears can't be collected, and acacia has returned to Xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad! Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop? Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home! Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.
The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.
It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge.
Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow. Break your hat and add more hair.
Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen.
A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones. Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first.
Long night flute, don't play! Qin Guan's: to reduce the old hatred of magnolia in the world, lonely people don't ask. I want to see the ileum, but I can't smell the small seal of the golden stove. If the moth grows very long, you can't let the spring breeze blow. If you are trapped in a dangerous building, you can't worry about the word Hong Fei. Huanxisha is lonely and cold, so you can go to the small building. "Little Silver Rogue" is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water are quiet. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
6. Help me find 20 classic melancholy poems by Jie Jiang, Plum Blossom Introduction. Bai Ou asked me whether I should stay on the boat alone, in my body or in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past. Is Laoyou old today?
Flower House, Liu Xia Boat. Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water flows in vain. Huang Yun desert is saturated with kapok fur. Everyone knows that no one is worried about me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, like me.
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Yuan Hao asked, "Touch the fish and ask the world, what is love?" What is the world and love? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?
Cross grave road, lonely flute and drum. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
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Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" is full of spring tides, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tides. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
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7. Poetry to express your depressed mood ★ White hair and three thousands of feet, fate seems long. -Tang Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
★ On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Tang Du Fu, "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
★ The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness tell more in silence than in voice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
★ But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to make you feel better, even though we cut it with swords. -Tang Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Lou Guan Shu Yun"
★ The teacher is a real name. After 1000 years, no one can match. -Song Luyou, "Book of Wrath"
★ Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers in one day. -Don Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
★ A moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation. I can only frown and take it to heart. -Song Liqing's "A Piece of Plum"
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and poor. -Tang Du Fu's Dream of Li Bai
Season after season, joy followed joy, and the autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't notice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
8. What are some melancholy ancient poems? 1. Use my three fireworks? It's your turn to be blurred forever
? 2. I am young? Young people are guilty. ? 3. long street? Fireworks? You're looking back? Low pavilion? The red dust is rolling? I sigh Xiao again.
? ? 4. Who finally broke the string? Flowers fall on your shoulders? Confused? 5. How many beautiful women are there? How many acacia tablets? Only blood stained with ink, crying chaos. ? 6. The vast land was broken by a sword? Where is the prosperity?
Rely on the clouds to hide loneliness? Even if people laugh at me. ? 7. Let him know everything? Laugh for you and you will fall back and forth.
8. Send you a song? Don't invite people together at the end of the song. ? 9. Who will burn cigarettes? Loosen the vertical and horizontal tie rods.
? 10, listen to the string break? Break that 3,000-year obsession. Falling flowers? The wind of forgetting.
What if the flowers are pitiful? On whose fingertips. ? 1 1. Are there trees and branches on the mountain? I don't know.
? 12, who will forget first? Dumping the country is the old country. You're not playing? The shadows are amazing.
? 13. What was the tall building that used to sing at night like? There are beautiful dance sleeves on it. 14, all the flowers and waves are waiting? Alone with you.
? 15, going to the United States in spring? I don't know when the flowers will fall and people will die. ? 16, still water depth? People step on songs? Sansheng sunny and round? Once the joys and sorrows.
? 17, lights and stars? Sound? Singing is endless. ? 18, as beautiful as flowers and jade? Time flies like water? Can you go back? Can't go back to the beginning.
? 19, dark clouds cover the moon? No sign of anyone? I can't tell you how lonely I am. ? 20. I will leave you this time? Is it the wind? Is it raining? Is it night now? You laughed? I waved? A lonely road will spread to both ends.
? 2 1, the sky is not old? Love is hard to break. Heart like a double screen? There's a Qian Qian knot in it.
? 22. Isn't a star like last night? Who is the midnight wind and frost for? ? 23. Ten years of life and death? Without thinking? Unforgettable Lonely grave? Nowhere to talk about desolation.
? 24. Is the butterfly beautiful? After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea. ? 25, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River? After Hua Rong thanked him? Just one game? Mountains and rivers are always silent.
? 26. Fenghua refers to quicksand? Old age is a period of time. ? 27. the handover of mountains and rivers? Smile for you.
? 28, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is up to me. ? 29. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
? 30, the fog cleared? Wake up? I finally see the truth? This is Qian Fan's silence. ? 3 1, two ends of the living? We stood on each other's shore.
? 32. Is it like water? With dust? Just for one sentence? Wait for the next meeting. ? 33. See the sun and the moon that day? Constant silence? Green mountains and green waters? Generation after generation? Like in my heart? You never left? Never changed.
? 34. That's it? Since then, mountains and rivers have never met. ? 35. Don't look back? Why not forget.
Since there is no chance? Why take the oath? Variety show today? Like water without trace.
What day is tomorrow? You are a stranger. ? 36, the heart is micro-moving, why far away? Nothing? People are not? Everything is wrong? The past cannot be traced.
? 37. Perhaps it is the marriage in a previous life, or the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment. ? 38. One year old? Not a day? Autumn after autumn? Generation after generation urges generation to get together and leave? One happy and one sad? Lying on the sofa? Find a group of acquaintances in a lifetime dream? He will know me later, so we will know each other later? Play and sing for a while.
? 39. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side.
Even if it is found that the situation is longer. ? 40. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength? There is a silence, which is actually a shocking confession.
? 4 1, only fatalism? Makes me miss the monarch and dusk. ? 42. raise a glass and get drunk? Drink snow? Another year of confusion.
? 43.turn around? A ray of Leng Xiang? Zita Law? Smile a little. Are you against me in the afterlife? May 44, a flower and a world? One leaf and one pursuit.
A song and a sigh? Be a person all your life. ? 45. Dust has always been like water? Rare tears? How to do the best? Don't be sentimental, okay? Love hurts yourself.
? 47. Whoever should be robbed will become stubborn. ? 48. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.
? 49. Life is as unusual as the first time. ? 50. Do you have a tiger in your heart? Smell roses.
After the party? She was in tears. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know? Dust face? The sideburns are like frost.