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20 poems that hurt into the bone marrow, one sentence is an abusive text

Love poetry,

Because it can use the most concise words,

The Tao is the deepest and longest love in the world.

When we are in the shadow of sorrow,

Just turn the page,

You can find a poem that perfectly describes the mood at this time.

As you read and chew, the feeling becomes more profound.

20 poems that hurt into the bone marrow, one sentence is an abusive text

01

The red face was not old before the old grace was broken, and the reclining kaoru cage sat down until the ming.

—— Bai Juyi's "Harem Words"

The red face is not old, but it is no longer the grace of the past; with hope, waiting for the luck, it sits on the smoke cage until dawn.

02

Things are people and things are not things, and tears flow first.

——Li Qingzhao, "Wuling Spring Festival Gala"

Everything has not changed, but people are different, what they want to do, there is no way to do, want to send some feelings, unconsciously tears have flowed.

03

Poor indeterminate river bones, like people in spring dreams.

——Chen Tao, "Four Songs of Longxi Journey, Part II"

Poor sparkling white bones by the uncertain river, how many boudoir women miss the dream person.

04

As soon as Houmen entered the depths of the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

- Cui Jiao, "Gift to the Maid"

Once you enter the deep and quiet Houmen, the person you love in your heart becomes a stranger.

05

Once the spring is red and old, the flowers fall and the people die!

——Cao Xueqin, "Funeral Flower Yin"

Spring is coming to an end, and the beauties are getting old. Flowers fall, people pass away, and each other no longer knows each other.

20 poems that hurt into the bone marrow, one sentence is an abusive text

06

But he will open his eyes all night long, and repay his life for not showing his eyebrows.

--Yuan Shu,"Three Songs of Sorrow and Sorrow".

Only with the thought of staying up all night and tossing and turning, can I repay your hard work of running for me before you died.

07

Peach blossom fall, idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, the Jinshu is difficult to trust.

- Lu You, "The Red Crispy Hand"

Peach blossoms were blown down by the wind, sprinkled on the cold pond pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the letter of kinship is no longer possible to deliver.

08

Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.

——Su Shi, "Jiang Chengzi Yi Yi ZhengYue Twenty Night Dream"

You and I have been separated for many years, and we have to endure not to miss it, but it will be unforgettable after all. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell the sadness and desolation of the heart.

09

I've been drifting for a long time! In the past ten years, deep gratitude has been exhausted, and teachers and friends have died and lived.

——Gu Zhenguan,"Two Songs of Golden Wisps and Lyrics,"

I've been wandering away for a long time. In the past ten years, I have failed to live up to your deep kindness and have not repaid you, the teacher of life and death.

10

With DanQing's heavy and introspective knowledge, Yingying, a sad painting can not be achieved.

- Naranjande, "Nanxiangzi Inscription for the Dead Woman"

I want to rely on Danqing to reunite with you, and I can't paint your face with tearful eyes and a broken heart.

20 poems that hurt into the bone marrow, one sentence is an abusive text

11

I want to pay my heart to Yaoqin. Who listens to the few voices and broken strings?

——Yue Fei, "Little Heavy Mountain, Last Night's Cold Worm Can't Stop Singing"

Yu put his heart full of heart and played a song with Yaoqin. But the mountain flowing water is difficult to find, even if the strings are broken, who will listen?

12

The soup rice is cooked for a while, and I don't know who it is.

- Anon. "Fifteen Marches from the Army"

Teenagers go out to return to the elderly, and they are already things and people. I made soup and rice, but I didn't know who to give it to.

13

A lifetime of negative gas into today, no one in the world to the sunset.

——Chen Yinke, "Remembering the Former Residence"

Persisted for a lifetime, but in the end no one can understand, leaving only himself alone with the sunset.

14

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world will not see home.

——Li Qian, "Nostalgia"

People say that the place where the sun sets is the end of the world, and I try my best to look at the end of the world, but I don't see my home.

15

If the teaching has no hatred under his eyes, he does not believe that there are white heads in the world.

--Xin Renjie, "Partridge Heaven and Generation Endowment"

If it weren't for personally feeling the pain of parting from sorrow and hatred right now, I wouldn't have believed that there really would be people in this world who are sad and white-headed.

20 poems that hurt into the bone marrow, one sentence is an abusive text

16

The belt gradually widened and finally did not regret it, and was haggard for the people of Ishwa.

——Liu Yong, "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Leans on the Wind of the Dangerous Building"

I am getting thinner and I don't feel remorse, I am willing to be haggard for you.

17

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed of juvenile affairs, and dreamed of tears and tears.

——Bai Juyi, "Pipa Line"

Late at night, I often dream about my youth, and I wake up crying in my dreams, and the makeup and tears on my face are mixed together.

18

The back lamp and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces for ten years.

- NaranJande, "Yu Meiren Silver Bed Asphalt WuLao"

Blow out the lights and approach the flower shade in the moonlight, looking for traces of the past. The trail of ten years ago is still there, and the heart of ten years ago is still beating in the chest.

19

Now that my soul is upside down because of illness, I dream of idle people and do not dream of the King.

——Yuan Shu ,"Reward Lotte Frequency Dream Micro"

I am now confused by illness, dreaming of many irrelevant people but not dreaming of you who miss the most.

20

Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the snow to the world.

——Bai Juyi, "Dream Micro"

Your flesh and bones have turned into a piece of yellow earth, and although I am alive now, I am also two sideburns, and you know that I miss you all the time!

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