Poems about loneliness on the road

1. Poems describing the lonely mood of traveling

Travel

Hu Bingyan

Listening to others talk about the many beautiful scenery outside

< p> I felt so excited and yearning

So I ran from the place where I was tired of living

to the place where others were tired of living

Full of joy Go

Come back tired and empty

Spend your hard-earned money

Bring the people there to help

Travel It’s a tourist’s dream

I want to see the places I want to see

I’m always a little disappointed after seeing the scenic spots

It’s not much different from my hometown.

Traveling comes and goes in such a hurry

Spending money on shopping is so generous

Being full of joy and willfulness is almost crazy

In the end it will be Disappointed, regretful and driven crazy 2. Poems expressing the poet's lonely mood during the journey

Su Muzhe·Nostalgia

Fan Zhongyan

The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold.

The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

High up in the Mingyue Tower, I lean alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

Night Mooring at Maple Bridge by Du Mu

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. From Li Bai's "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"

The west wind blows thin horses on the ancient road, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Ma Zhiyuan's "The Sky Is Pure and the Sand. Autumn Thoughts"

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother" 3. Poems about loneliness

1. When the flute player goes to the jade tower to empty his heart, who will he lean on with his broken heart?

2. Walking alone and sitting alone, advocating working alone and sleeping alone. Standing there is depressing, helplessly touching people in the cold.

3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.

4. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names.

5. The soul’s dream is full of resentment, and even more cries.

6. In an unspeakable place, a good window has a pale moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.

7. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.

8. Where are the people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.

9. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.

10. Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.

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11. Only the flowing water in front of the building should miss me, Staring all day long. Where I stare, I feel a new sadness from now on.

12. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

13. Meeting is easy, parting is painful. Where will the love be when we look back one day?

14. A lonely scream flies towards the moonlight and the shadow.

15. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.

16. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!

17. There are as many tears on the pillow as the rain outside the window.

18. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?

19. Walking among the bustling crowd, every step you take is loneliness, every step you take is loneliness! 4. Poems about enduring loneliness

Wang Wei recalled his Shandong brothers on September 9th

We are strangers in a foreign land, and we miss our relatives even more during festive seasons.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one missing person planting dogwood trees.

He Zhizhang’s return to his hometown is an odd letter

The young man left home and the elder returned, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.

< p> When children see each other but don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guest is coming from.

Song Zhiwen "Crossing the Han River"

The book is broken in the outside of the Ling Dynasty, after winter and the beginning of spring.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the visitor.

Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. .

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can not forget the sentiments of his home country.

Liu Zao traveled to Cishuofang

It has been ten frosts in the guest house and the state, and I remember it day and night when I return home. Xianyang.

I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought that Bingzhou was my hometown

Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower

People in the past had gone there on the yellow crane, so this place was vacant Yellow Crane Tower.

The Yellow Crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan has Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant in Parrot Island.

Where is the Rimu Township Pass? The misty waves on the river make people sad.

(Anonymous)

How bright is the bright moon? /p>

Although it is a happy trip, it is better to return home early.

Who should I complain about when I leave home and feel alone and worried?

The guide returned to the room, and his clothes were stained with tears. 5. Asking for poems about loneliness

The last two sentences of Yue Fei Xiaozhongshan are exactly what you said, "Can't find anything" To feel the loneliness of like-minded people"

I want to express my thoughts to Yaoqin. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken? (This is an allusion borrowed from Boya and Ziqi)

The full text of the poem is as follows:

Xiaochong Mountain

Yue Fei

Last night The cold crickets can't stop chirping.

It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.

Get up and walk around the steps alone.

The people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame.

Old mountains and old pines and bamboos hinder the return journey.

I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin.

If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?

Allusions between Boya and Ziqi:

"High Mountains and Flowing Waters" is one of the top ten ancient Chinese songs. It is said that Boya, a luthier in the pre-Qin Dynasty, once played the zither in a barren mountain. The woodcutter Zhong Ziqi was able to understand that this was a description of "the towering ambitions are in the mountains" and "the vast ambitions are in the flowing water". Boya was surprised and said: "How wonderful, my heart is the same as my own." After Ziqi's death, Boya suffered from pain and lost the sound of his friend. 6. Poems describing loneliness

Wang Wei’s “Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, planting dogwood trees everywhere and missing one person” is a kind of wanderer’s loneliness

Li Shangyin’s “The sunset is infinitely beautiful, "It's just near dusk" is a kind of loneliness that is approaching twilight;

Yan Shu's "The flowers fell helplessly, and the fragrant path in the small garden lingered alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness;

Li Yu's "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moonlight"

This is the loneliness of a king who has subjugated his country.

Ordinary people are lonely, and people with lofty ideals are also lonely.

Qu Yuan was exiled and wandered by the river, feeling that the whole world was turbid and he was the only one who was clear. This was a profound loneliness;

Jia Yi was in Changsha, feeling the rustling autumn wind and falling leaves. , this is a kind of loneliness where talents are not appreciated;

Zhuge Liang died after exhausting himself, working hard for the prosperity of Shu Han. He had a moment of wise thinking alone, which is a kind of helplessness

The loneliness of people sharing the burden;

Chen Ziang said on Youzhou Terrace, "I saw no ancients before me, no newcomers after me. I thought about the long time of heaven and earth, and cried alone with sadness." This is a kind of feeling that no one understands. Loneliness;

Li Bai "How long will Liang Fu chant, when will we see the spring?" This is a kind of loneliness that cannot be realized with empty ambitions;

Xin Qiji "Pat the railings all over, no one will , "Denglin means", this is a kind of loneliness that lacks close friends. 7. Poems describing loneliness

Drinking Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou. The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, which breaks the tranquility of the people. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.

Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.

Gutong Wang Anshi The nature is so dense that it is hundreds of fathoms high. Ling Xiao is unyielding and has an open mind.

The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker even when the sun is shining brightly. When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.

Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when I come. The people who embroider the curtains think far away, and the dewdrops are hanging secretly, and they cry to see off the Zhenglun.

The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.

Song of Phoenix Flute by Han Zhen To extinguish the soul, after saying goodbye to the pond, Zeng was walking in a green and jealous skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.

Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.

Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.

Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the soft intestines are full of sorrow.

Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is declining all day long, and I can't see the way back. I light up my red lips. I stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten my slender hands.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.

Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plums and Huanxi sand. The deep amber in the cup may be thick, melting before becoming intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.

Huanxi Sha The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yaoqin in silence. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.

Huanxisha In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and smoke lingers. In the dream, the flowers are hidden on the pillow of the mountain. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.

Huanxi Sand The bun is hurt by the spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard. The moonlight is sparse and the light clouds are coming and going. The hibiscus embroidered on the sand curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.

One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight.

The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.

It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva Man The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. He is in a good mood with his shirt on.

It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.

It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Recalling Qin'e, Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.

The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.

The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Break up the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms and the fragrance of red lotus root linger in the jade mat of autumn.

He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. Xingxiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

Xing Xiangzi Chinese Valentine's Day The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks.

Even if we come and go, we will never meet. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.

Lone Goose woke up from sleep on the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.

Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.

When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how can one say "sorry"! Red lips (Li Qingzhao) Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my tender heart is full of sorrow. I cherish the spring and spring is gone, and at what time the flowers are raining.

Leaning on the railings, but without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and the way back has been cut off.

Recalling Qin E (Li Qingzhao) Lingao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, and after the crows return, I can hear the horns in the dusk.

The broken fragrance remains and the feelings are evil, the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but the autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is still there.

Wulingchun (Li Qingzhao) The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. When I want to speak, I shed tears first.

I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows.

The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao) Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.

Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but we are old acquaintances. The ground is covered with yellow flowers.

Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark? The phoenix trees also have drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Rain Linling (Liu Yong) The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have just begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges the departure of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and they are even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them to. Poppy Song Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there.