Love poems about mourning 1. Kneeling for love and mourning poems.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -"Wu Fengqi" was born in the sea, moved from Hubei to Cao to Xiang, and was blessed with a small mountain pavilion with the same official Wang.
More will disappear, a few storms, and then rush back in spring. Cherish spring for a long time and be afraid (say "hate") that flowers will bloom early, let alone countless red flowers.
Live in spring. It is said that there are plenty of fish in the sea (say "fans") to return to China.
Hate spring and have no words. It's just diligent, and it's doing everything in Yogyakarta.
Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable.
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see, Yan Feiyu's ring is covered with dust! Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sunset is there, and the flowers are bright.
-"Fishing" Xin Qiji married and loved each other. Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
Recruiters look at the road and the night. There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see. Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, don't forget when you are happy. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
-"Becoming husband and wife" Su Wu has a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
-The author of "The Song of Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is controversial for the time being, and it is uncertain that the bun is loosely tied and the lead is lightly edited. Smoke and mist cover is light.
Flutter is uncertain. How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
After the rest, the wine woke up. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet.
-"Xijiang Moon" Sima Guangyu's fragrance, red wax tears, partial according to the painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
-"More Leaking" Wen Tingjun's colorful sleeves are diligent in holding jade clocks, but he is drunk. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
-"Partridge Sky" Yan Yan was full of bright moon curtain cream and was caught in bed by cold light. Qiu Lai is only one person long in the swallow house where the moon is frosty.
-Zhang "The Swallow House" I have known her for a long time, and I have been separated for a long time. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
-"Untitled" Li Shangyin I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I 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. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
-"Operator" Where did Li Chi Ngai throw people all night? Unique voice. The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are gathered, and the moon will sink.
Be patient and not look for each other? Resentment is lonely. For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
-"Who is eager to leave? Thinking far away.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
-Who is the author of Picking Hibiscus on the River? There is no way to prove it. The opportunity to meet each other is so rare, but it is a pity that it should not be so easy to separate. Last year's pear blossoms were as white as snow, and more spring will be built.
The feeling of lovesickness can only stagnate in the heart, and the words of lovesickness have nowhere to tell. It's even sadder to worry about the days and the clouds and clouds. Tears of sadness kept flowing and dyed the red cuffs black and yellow.
-"Ying Tianchang" Wei Fengye has thousands of pieces, and the river bridge is shaded by sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
-"Jiangling has something to send." It used to be difficult to cross the sea, but it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
-"Thought" Yuan Zhenjun knew that I had a husband and gave me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji of Ode to Women.
2. Seek a poem about "mourning"
one
The Mourning of Jin Xuan in The Three Kingdoms Cao Weizhi
To the first woman, although she failed to speak, she was born in the late 1990 s with a gift of color, but she died and made this statement:
Growing up in infancy, smiling at children without saying a word,
Why punish the emperor if he doesn't die all the year round?
Believe in my sin and pity my weak son.
Go back to your parents' arms and die in the dirt,
Heaven and earth are long, when is life,
I haven't felt it for a long time.
Secondly,
Cao Zijian's mourning for women.
Girls are in autumn and the first summer. In three years, the second son lost frequently.
It is difficult to shorten the life of the Iraqi spirit.
Or fahua is all year round, or pregnancy and disaster.
I feel that I have never lost before and will come back again.
Fang Chaohua was applied later than Chen Lu.
I feel that the deceased is not chasing, and my feelings are gone at once.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and there is no order. I hate it.
Then there was Han Yu's offering of Twelve Lang Wen, crying in a daze, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with love, so he didn't show it.
3. Sentences about sad love
Yeah ~ LZ wrote it really well ~
1. The back of love is not hate, but the end of love is forgetting ~
2. Love is like tug of war. If one side lets go, the other side will get hurt ~
3. Throw it away all the way, leave yourself a back way to escape, no way back, only fight back or collapse ~
4. There is a feeling that insomnia is always "acacia"; There is a fate that I always believe is "eternal" after waking up from my dream; There is an eye that always sees "attachment" when breaking up; There is a feeling of always "lost" after parting ~
I miss you not because I am lonely, but because I miss you. The feeling of loneliness is so heavy, just because I think too deeply ~
6. When you can no longer have what you have, the only thing you can do is not to forget yourself ~
7. Maturity is not the aging of people's hearts, but the tears can still laugh ~
8. People have no tears when they are most sad and afraid. Tears always come out at the end of the story and everything ~
9. The most painful feeling in the world is not lovelorn, but when I gave my heart to you, you cheated me ~
10. When love comes, it is of course happy. However, this kind of happiness needs to be paid, and we should learn to accept disappointment, pain and parting. From then on, life is no longer simple ~
1 1. Loneliness is not born, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone ~
12. In your life, there may be times when you miss someone so much that you just want him (her) to enter your dream and hug him (her) in your dream! I hope you will dream about this special person ~
13. Happiness should be accompanied by sadness, and the rain will clear up. If rain remains after rain and sorrow remains after sorrow, please let us face this parting frankly. Smile to find the impossible.
Dear you ~
14. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future ~
15. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings ~
16. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone ~
17. The most easily forgotten thing in the world is love ~
Step 4 Ask for a poem about "mourning"
One of the Three Kingdoms, Zhi's Mourning for the Golden Hairpin gave her her first daughter. Although she couldn't speak, she became intimate with her. She/kloc-died at the age of 0/9, so she made the following remarks: I grew up in infancy, but I smiled at my children without saying a word, and I never died all the year round. Why should I be punished by God? I believe in my sin and feel sorry for my weak son.
Secondly, in autumn in Cao Zijian, and finally in the first summer, women were called to mourn the girl. In three years, the second son lost frequently.
It is difficult to shorten the life of the Iraqi spirit. Or fahua is all year round, or pregnancy and disaster.
I feel that I have never lost before and will come back again. Fang Chaohua was applied later than Chen Lu.
I feel that the deceased is not chasing, and my feelings are gone at once. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and there is no order. I hate it.
Then there is Han Yu's offering of Twelve Lang Wen, crying in a daze, but it seems to have nothing to do with love, so he can't show it.
5. Sad love poems ~
The furthest distance in the world-Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you, but that you don't know I love you, but that you can't say I love you even though you are obsessed with it. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you but can only bury my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending you don't care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you have to pretend that you don't care at all, but that you have dug an insurmountable ditch between you and the person I love with an indifferent heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the trees that grow on the same root. Branches cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches cannot depend on each other, but that the stars cannot know each other. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but that you can't find any place in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that they can't find anywhere in an instant, but that they have met but are destined to meet. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the deep sea, because of you. My heart bends to the sky, but I write my own poem and give it to a thousand-year-old wound. I know that everything is in full bloom this season, and the happiness you mentioned may not be far away. As long as I want to ... write poems and give them to Italy in the thick summer that I will never find, I will even feel cold sitting there alone watching the bright lights. I told myself that I don't cry, but I wander far away, and I want to forget ... write a poem and give it an impossible forget. You said my love was a big lie. I don't have the strength to argue. Qian Qian's blood and tears have passed away, leaving indelible memory scars wandering around the world ... Write a poem and pay homage to it word by word in the hall of my love. Angels or demons are singing white candles and roses, and the background is dim. Between you and me, you and I build a wall with resentment and write poems to bury it. Since there is no hope, let them die ... 3. The geese go and the geese return, and the tide rises and falls without sleep; At night, the moon is bright and the dream is beautiful, which is the beauty that is hard to stay; If life is short, why is lovesickness difficult to break?
4 it is difficult to sleep. Moonlight is beautiful, but you are more beautiful without it. Not anymore. It's hard to sleep. I anesthetized my eyes with beer and shed two lines of tears. Who will accompany me to watch me look so haggard and silly? I have no regrets. You can love anyone at will and comfort yourself silently. I don't know if I still love you. If I love you, why is there such separation? I don't know if I don't love you anymore. If you don't love, why don't you remember your smile as time goes by? With ups and downs inside, it's hard to hate everything. Everything is in the past. Only the night of dancing is as beautiful as before. There are always times when I just avoid it for love. What I can't escape is the silent feeling that lingers in my sleep under the moonlight. Emotional things are often unclear, not that I don't want to love. If you don't love, I'm afraid love is also a kind of harm. If you must go, how can I keep you? Even if I keep you, your heart will float in the distance. If you are destined to leave and never look back, why should I worry alone? Even if Lacrimosa can't wash away my troubles all day, you should walk away smartly. Life has its spring and autumn, so there is no need to look back. I have nothing to say goodbye. Become a barrier that I don't want tears to touch my dearest face, so I quietly retire in this dark moment. Please forgive me for trying to hide you in the deepest corner without saying goodbye. When I miss you, the gentle and lingering path stretches inexplicably, and there is no poetic lingering petal rain, which turns into walking with you. When I miss you, I am always afraid of getting lost. 10 Dilemma Lan Yu woke me up from my memory. You've been here. I was silent in the rain. For a long time, we all went our separate ways. I don't want to talk as much as you do. what is love ? When there is one more person in love, the original love and promise will betray us and go away! I used to believe that love is eternal and an ancient legend, but now I want to say goodbye in the morning. 1 1 Don't let me find you crying. It turns out that parting always dilutes our old feelings in rainy days. The declaration of happiness in the past is doomed to be a cold rainy night. Finally, I bid farewell to your rainy night. If you understand my pride, don't ask again. Don't cry. Relax. Girl, lovelorn is a trivial matter. You will get used to it gradually. Even if I cry, I won't let you see a tear after I turn around. After leaving tomorrow, I hope you believe that someone will bless you silently. If you are lucky enough to meet you again one day, I hope we can sing that love song. Even if you can't be true friends, don't forget yesterday's love. It's nice to have someone who loves you so much. This is a long journey ...).
6. Poems about heartbreak
A Flowering Tree-Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
This is how my dying heart let you meet me.
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
7. Modern sentimental poems
Let go of your hand
Night, dark clouds, boundless.
White light, thunderbolt, never gentle.
A drain,
Lonely boat.
Nowhere to go,
Can only go with the wind.
Wind and rain, sad dreams.
Put the wine in the wind and spill the blood on the mouth of the cup.
A ruthless sword, sealing the throat.
The cold wind, cold rain and continuous.
Happy years, no longer.
Fall behind the shadow of loneliness.
Find a reason.
Make heartbreak less painful.
The ends of the earth, you don't have to talk,
Southeast, northwest, I will choose to let go.
Let me worry alone, let me worry alone.
When feelings are deep,
Tears, I only have one stream of people.
Dead, dead, quiet.
Lonely souls and wild ghosts begged.
Next to Naihe Bridge,
Ruthless rivers flow.
At the end of life,
Dead heart, broken skeleton.
If time could be turned back ...
Hope to adopt. . . . Hmm. How interesting
8. Sad love sentences (few words)
2. Canhua, a long summer. I know that meeting you is my robbery, which is unavoidable and tangled.
I will always be here, and at any time, I won't blame you and I won't leave. You have to believe, don't despair.
Never mind whether I care, from now on, let's forget each other. Far away, forever.
6. Perhaps, forgetting each other is the best way. 7. Ferris wheel always has an end; When reincarnation comes, it's over.
8. The dust of the years has covered too many traces, and the dream is a bit disillusioned. 9. Should the princess in my mind deserve more perfect happiness? 10. I hope happiness is as I wish. Please be happy! 1 1. I came to the playground alone, and the Ferris wheel turned round and round.
12. There is only one my love ... 13. A thousand-year-old temple, a thousand-year-old eaves, a thousand-year-old rain, a thousand-year-old attachment ... The tower is today's tower, but it is a reflection through thousands of years of storms, looking for a trace of memory towards that distant time. Rain is today's rain, but people have spilled their lifelong love into that quiet space through thousands of years of dust.
14. I vaguely remember that the sky is blue, the wind is gentle and the sunshine is charitable ... I always thought there was a white cloud in the sky. When the sun sets on the red kapok, it reaches the towering tile-mud wall 15. At that time, the sky will be blue, the clouds will be white, clear and transparent, just like the blue sea. I can fly a kite to make it closer to the white clouds. 18. I met you, saw you, wrote the same diary at the same night, looked at you, looked at me and asked the same question at the same time. Who will wait for you? Who are you waiting for? Who will love me? Who am I waiting for? 19. I am a woman who believes in fate, reincarnation, fate and robbery.
20. Meeting you is my eternal robbery! 2 1. In the diary, the youth flying by bike, the blue sky, the soft clouds and the bright flowers are all so simple and sincere, and the happiness and sadness are so pure. But it seems that with a wave of sleeves, the curved eyebrows and flying lips have become a thin chapter of the years, fixed in a yellowed memory, occasionally dancing and vivid media. Vaguely touching the corners of the mouth, trying to pull out a smile gesture, but my nose is sour and my eyes are astringent. It turns out that there is a kind of pain, a kind of yearning, stinging under the hard ice of busy life, surging like yesterday ... 22. Maybe there is a fairy tale hidden in a girl's soft heart, the princess and her prince, the angel who stayed on earth, are unhappy because of the broken wings. Only when they meet the true love of this world, their cold eyes. 23. Carefully hold my fairy tale, sincerely look up at the starry sky, the brightest star. Why are you so lonely and sad, and why do you always shine with cold light? 24. Love is like a silent pantomime, waiting in a silent way. As long as he looked back, there was always a girl who hastily put away her eyes full of pity and hung down shyly.
25. I don't expect your response. I just hope to walk into your world and bring a little happiness and sunshine! 26. I seem to be stepping on clouds and fog. Except for the warmth between my fingers, his slender fingers held mine tightly. In the ancient Book of Songs, a flower named "Love" blooms and grows old hand in hand with my son. Forever and ever, there may always be such a moment in life, when the happiness of the soul flows and overflows on the branches of lilacs. 27. Happiness seems as simple as that, holding a caring hand full of affection. Even if the pulse is silent, the feather rides the wings of the wind and translates his every wish into my heart, which is our secret.
This silence seems to be the most tenacious, mysterious and powerful force, even if the language becomes pale. 28. I like to write letters. I put my thoughts in an envelope, send a lovesickness and gain a joy. 29. No one spoke again, and there was some embarrassment in the silence.
30. They say that people who look at the Ferris wheel are looking at happiness. In fact, no one knows that those legendary ferris wheel boxes filled with happiness have long been filled with tears in the cracks.
3 1. This winter is doomed. 32. In the summer and rainy season in June, sometimes it is the lingering rain in Mao Mao all day, and sometimes it is rainy, so fierce and indifferent.
I feel that the change of seasons is as abrupt and unfathomable as life. 33. Forget everything, or it will be too late.
34. It has been many years since I spoke out of despair, and Yong Cheng is a stranger. 35. This is the summer of seventeen.
36. If a child feels all the pain of childhood and understands the harm in this world. So, is this a kind of luck or misfortune? Text fragment (original) (1) > > & gt look up at the sky 1. People who look up at the sky are lonely.
2. I am just a child who shines with the stars and is lonely with the night. 3. When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation? I didn't learn to cry before, but now I often burst into tears. When the weather clears up, maybe I will love you again. 6. A few wild geese in a hurry are shaking the sky above me. Time has passed away from me, and I am a brand-new self.
7. I never look up at the sky when I am with you, because I only look up at the sky when I am lonely, and then I burst into tears. 8. With expectation and curiosity, I earnestly learned to look up at the sky at a pure 45-degree angle from Primary Four, but I didn't cry when I really did it.
9. I am used to migrating with migratory birds, but I am a little flustered. 10. Should I count your thoughts with stars or count the stars in the sky with you?
⑵& gt； & gt& gt childhood tears 1. A frame-skipping picture lurking in the ray division memory at different times. 2. How can we get back the lost years? You once smiled, but you couldn't get rid of it in your memory.
I like fairy tales because I regard them as my childhood. If heaven is too crowded, then we will go to hell together. Without happiness, the smile is still there.
There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there. 6. Sometimes I say I don't like it just to make myself happy.