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What are the poems that express "I can't say the pain in my heart"?

1. "Xiao Zhong couldn't stop singing Xiao Shan's cold songs last night" Yue Fei.

I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string. ?

2. "Bodhisattva Man, Book, Jiangxi, Orifice Wall" Song Xin Qi Ji

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

3. Song Liqing of Wuling Spring?

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my 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.

4. "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Lailongbiao to send this song" Tang Li Bai ".

After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.

5. "Hotel meets Li Da" Wei

Once visited a new car city, an old friend drank a sad song.

I don't cry for ten years, but I will cry even more if I don't meet you.

6. Song Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian, Leave a Dangerous Building"

It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.