What are the poems describing the bleak heart of the characters?

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. ?

It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.

Chaitou Shi Feng Qingbo

Song Dynasty: Tang Wan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! (Pretend to be happy: make up)

Drunk shadows, fog, clouds and eternal sadness

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. (Chu Tong: Kitchen)

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (there are many people: people are like; Sell a work: disappear)

A slow voice

Li Qingzhao

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 were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them 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?

Bu operator

Li Chi Ngai?

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you.

* * * Drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.

Translation of Niannujiao Chun Qing:

In the empty yard, it was drizzling and the gate was closed. The beautiful flowers are about to open in spring, and the delicate willows are gradually dyed green. The Cold Food Festival is coming, and it's annoying again. Deliberating on strange rhythms and writing poems, waking up from intoxicated wine, or idling about boring emotions, don't care. The flying geese flew by, but the words in their hearts were hard to believe.

It's chilly in the spring upstairs these days, and the curtains are low. I'm too lazy to lean on the jade railing. The brocade was cold, the fragrance was gone, and I woke up from a short dream. This scene has made me unable to lie down, and my heart is full of worries. The new dew drops in the early morning, and the newly released tung leaves are bright green, adding a lot of thoughts about spring outing. The sun is already high, and the morning smoke is released first. Let's see if it's another fine day today.

Translate Chai Tou Shi Feng Bao Qing;

The world is cold, it rains in the evening, and the peach blossoms are broken. In this bleak scene, people's hearts can't help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears last night. When I want to write down my thoughts, I can't. I can only lean on the diagonal and call you away from my heart. Talking to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult.

This time is different from the past, so far away, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. The night wind is biting and the whole body is cold. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart. When the night is over, I will be like this night soon, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide.

Drunk flower shade, mist, thick clouds, worry for a day forever;

The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.

I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.

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