What is the loneliest poem you have ever heard?

The poet's loneliness is a painting, cold, lonely and silent, which makes a suffocating soul have nowhere to put, and no one is with * * *

Loneliness without friends is

Cui Hao boarded the Yellow Crane Tower alone, hoping to see the remains of the immortals and get some enlightenment or proof, so as to get some bright colors and light from the bottom of my heart and relieve his depression.

However, the empty balcony is no different from other places, but it adds a disappointment.

The loneliness of wasting time is

The long winter finally passed, and the sick beauty Du Liniang sneaked into the back garden in the afternoon.

She saw the spring scenery in the garden, the flowers in the yard, blooming in the grass and nursery, beside the dry well, on the collapsed low wall; The sun shone obliquely in the yard, on the flowers, on the dry well, on the broken wall, on Du Liniang's face, but not on the girl's heart.

The loneliness of being reluctant to leave is

The soft catkins of willows are flying like snowflakes, flying higher and higher.

The wind is confused and the sky is gray, which reflects the emptiness of the earth and the loneliness of the poet in the independent wind.

He stared at the floating sheep flying in the clouds, looking for the voice and smile of the relatives who had just died, and his eyes were hazy. ...

Loneliness without a confidant is

The moon shines on people in white and drinks alone. Sometimes he holds a lamp to the moon, and sometimes he dances a sword to the moon.

The moonlight is like a shower, swaying quietly, embracing the dancer's posture, reflecting the doors and windows of the pavilion and seeing the empty bed.

No sleep tonight. Is there anyone who has no sleep in the moon palace made of white jade in the sky?

Desperate loneliness is

This is the most lonely poem I have ever heard. I can't bear to think of it, just like choking in my throat.

What a miss this is!

When Su Shi was nineteen years old, he married Wang Fu. They sang in harmony, but after a short ten-year happy time, Yin and Yang were separated.

When he can no longer see his wife's pretty face, when he can only face the cold and lonely grave thousands of miles away, when his sad and helpless feelings have nowhere to tell, he dare not miss.

He is afraid of the yearning, the desolate and lonely feeling, the oppressive feeling that heaven and earth should be integrated into one, the sense of loss that heaven and earth are gone, the feeling that there is nowhere to hide in the tight encirclement, and the feeling that the sky will fall and there is nowhere to live. ...

Dare not read, but her voice is always shaking in front of her eyes. He wanted to lift her face, and immediately it became distant and hazy.

He thought, even if he really went all the way to meet each other, he would be covered in dust and wrinkled, and he wouldn't recognize each other, would he?

Every ten years, occasionally.

Thinking about it day and night, Wang Fu broke through the lonely grave and found Su Shi's dream.

As soon as the husband and wife met, they finally "talked very sadly." Come on, let's talk about ten years of thinking, sadness and helplessness.

When he opened his eyes, he found his pillow towel wet with tears. The dream is a dream after all, and he still has to face the lonely grave in the future, and he has nowhere to go.

Do you have any different opinions on this issue?

No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot.

No one turns off the lights with me, and no one will spend the rest of my life.

There is no one to accompany me at night, and no one to share wine with me.

No one wiped away my tears, and no one dreamed of me and the past.

No one watched the stars with me, and no one knew that my tea was cold.

No one listens to my heart, and no one solves my dream.

No one made me cry, and no one was worried that I would go alone.

Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light.

Sunset and I stood at dusk, and grandma asked me if the porridge was hot.

I turned off the light with moths, and I spent half my life reading with ink and inkstone.

The lonely moon is with me at night, and the past drinks with me.

Spring breeze wiped away the tears of my lovesickness, and my sleep fell in love with me.

The breeze accompanied me to see the stars, but I knew my tea was cold.

Guiyan listened to my confession, and the fragrance made her dream come true.

Plain clothes held me in tears, and the bamboo stick accompanied me alone.

Looking back at the desolate place, the man was in the dim light.

1. People who know me worry me; What do I want if you don't know me? Tiandaochang, who is this? -"Millet Separation"

The world is so big that it is difficult to find a bosom friend. Who understands what I think?

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. -Nalan Xingde

The road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes. -Li Bai

When I stopped to raise my glass, my heart was at a loss How wide is the road of life? Why don't I have a way out alone?

The world flows with water, which is a dream. -Li Yu

Yesterday, the king of a country is now a prisoner of the monastery. Think of my life as a big dream.

5. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and win the name of a brothel. -Du Mu

In those days, I wasted my life's dream, but now I am down and out, and I have accomplished nothing. Yangzhou indulged in dark color for ten years, which was like a dream. In the end, even the brothel she never forgets blames herself for being fickle.

6. Hu is still there, his temples are autumn first, and his tears are empty. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan, and my heart is always in Cangzhou. -Lu you

Lu You's career was bumpy all his life, but he couldn't get a heart to serve the country. In his old age, the martyr's ambition is hard to pay. Although "men die like iron", how can we "serve the country and want to die without a battlefield"?

Thanks to Wukong for inviting me. Ancient literati were all lonely in their hearts. Perhaps it is because of the unsatisfactory career, unsatisfactory love, separation of relatives and friends, etc., that they have created many beautiful poems. So far, let's quote when we feel lonely and helpless. Here are some poems that I personally feel lonely reading:

1. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, a ten-year lamp in Jianghu.

-Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"

I watched peaches and plums and drank wine in the spring breeze. (Now) Jianghu is down and out. After leaving for ten years, I often miss you in the autumn rain while listening to the lonely lamp.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.

-Nalan Rong Ruo's "Huanxisha"

When a person is tired, tired, bitter and hurt, he can't help talking to himself, feeling sorry for himself, asking himself and answering himself.

I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.

-Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave

I used to insist on worrying, but now I'm so worried that I have nothing to say.

4. It is difficult to climb mountains and mountains, and whoever loses his way is sad; Meet by chance, full of foreign guests.

-Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

This mountain is insurmountable. Who sympathizes with people who have lost their way? Meet by chance, everyone is a stranger!

There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted when my wife died. Today, it is as slim as the cover.

-Gui Youguang's "Xuanzhi of Ji Xiang"

There is a loquat tree in front of the yard, which was planted by my wife herself the year she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella. Loquat is still there, but there are no people planting trees. Things change, tears flow before words.

I am Wang Han, a pseudo-literary artist and a tea farmer in Huangshan. Although I am only a scholar, I also like dancing and writing. What other lonely sentences do you have? Welcome to add.

What is the loneliest thing in the world? But eating hot pot alone.

More lonely than eating hot pot alone is climbing the mountain alone.

In 76 1 year, Li Bai lost his pride in his sixties.

After being displaced from place to place during the An Shi Rebellion, imprisoned and exiled with guilt, he came to Xuancheng, Anhui Province for the seventh and last time, a place that once filled him with lofty sentiments.

This time, there are no more scenes of welcoming guests like clouds, and there is no longer the chic of the North Building indulging in wine and worshipping pavilions.

Li Bai hobbled up Jingting Mountain alone, sat alone for a long time, and was moved by what he saw. In the loneliness of the world, he wrote this song "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain":

In 75 AD, Zhang Ji fell off the list.

Leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, Zhang Ji set foot on the boat and headed south.

The story he expected in his heart was not like this. He rehearsed the flower arrangement parade, his frivolous love for horseshoes, and the glory of returning home with clothes on.

However, after studying hard day and night for ten years, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.

With many thoughts, the ship has arrived outside Suzhou. Jiang Feng is like fire, holding a cold flame on the shore.

Tonight is destined to be a sad night.

Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of autumn cold and high geese, allow a down-and-out taxi to indulge his sadness.

Late at night, the river slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only Zhang Ji was awake, and the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple rang his sleepless night in the distance. In great loneliness, he wrote this song "a night-mooring near maple bridge":

One autumn night in 750 AD was the twentieth year of Wang Changling's military career.

Sitting in the dormitory of temporary staff in the field, I feel cold all over. As a frontier fortress V, he doesn't want to care about food or comfort the soldiers tonight.

The night is long, the mist fills the air, the leaves are light and awkward, and the shock wave is awe-inspiring. Wang Changling thought of the harem and the woman left out by the emperor.

Then wrote a set of "long letter autumn words", one of which:

All the excitement is the same, but there are countless loneliness.

Nalan Xingde said: Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and miss the ancient sunset?

Dongpo, a layman, said: A thousand miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Yi said: three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you compare with him? It's late. It's urgent.

Master Shao Ling always said, I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.

The Zen master said: I know where my brother climbed from a distance, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.

Yan said: a person goes to a tall building to see the horizon.

Li Houzhu said: The moon is like a hook. You go to the West Wing alone without saying anything.

Liu Hedong said: A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

Tang Xianzu said: I don't know what happened, but it was deep.

Gu Zhenguan said: I have been wandering for a long time. For ten years, I have been deeply grateful and have been a teacher and friend.

Chen Yinque said: I have been angry all my life, and no one in the world is interested in the sunset.

Chen Ziang said, "Where were those lost times before me?" ? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

Nangong said: We work so hard to become an ordinary person.

All the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are in other people's homes.

At the end of the year, I have nothing to do, and I look at plum blossoms in Zhutang Temple.

Tang Yin's New Year's Eve

It's New Year's Eve again, and thousands of families get together. Every household is preparing for the Spring Festival, immersed in the festive atmosphere. At this point, Tang Bohu is middle-aged, but he doesn't have any relatives. He lives alone in a shabby little house that can hardly shelter from the wind and rain. His home is surrounded by people, so poor that he doesn't even have the money to prepare new year's goods. At this time, he looks like an outsider in the busy holiday atmosphere around him, but his home is deserted. In this case, no matter how open-minded and cheerful he is, how can he be indifferent? The loneliness in his heart at this time can be imagined. That's all. Let's go to Zhutang Temple to see plum blossoms.

Ever since I was inexplicably involved in an inexplicable scientific research fraud case. His career was completely ruined. This is tantamount to disaster for Tang Bohu, who is bent on becoming famous and showing his ambition. Looking at my once bright life, it seems that there is no hope at all. His relatives and friends who used to curry favor with him left him one by one, and even his wife divorced him. The famous talent in the south of the Yangtze River, once sought after by thousands of people, ended up in a situation where no one cared about him and he couldn't eat a meal for three days. The instant falling from the sky to hell also made Tang Bohu see the viciousness of human nature and become more accustomed to the coldness of the world. Tang Bohu, depressed, said in a poem called Autumn Fan Map: "Why should the beauty be sentimental about Qiu Lai's fan collection?" . Please look at the world in detail. Most people don't drive away the cold? "

It's New Year's Eve again. Looking at the busyness of every household, how can he be willing to be at leisure? He also wants to have a busy home and a busy Spring Festival. But even this simple hope, he can't have. This is the most depressing thing in life. "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to wear it." Tang Bohu really see through it? If so, why did he go to Wang Ning as a guest? In the end, riding a tiger was difficult, so I had to pretend to be crazy and get rid of the quagmire. He didn't see through this, but had to compromise with reality. His heart is bitter, lonely, unwilling and even angry. But very helpless. So he can only turn everything in his heart into self-mockery. Behind this self-mockery, there are many helplessness and sadness.

No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot. No one turns off the lights with me, and no one will spend the rest of my life. There is no one to accompany me at night, and no one to share wine with me. No one wiped away my tears, and no one dreamed of me and the past. No one watched the stars with me, and no one knew that my tea was cold. No one listens to my heart, and no one solves my dream. No one made me cry, and no one was worried that I would go alone. Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light.

I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but there are few bosom friends, and no one listens when the string is broken. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. Let's see, when the spring flowers are gone, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age. There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.

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 grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry.

What is loneliness?

A lonely extreme gesture! From Purple Tongzhi Sword: "It's a pity to wait for you."

There are many lonely people who write poems and lyrics in Tang poetry and Song poetry.

For example: Xin Qiji

Chou Nuer Shu Boshan Road Middle Wall

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.

I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.

Another example: Nalan Xingde

Cold painting screen of residual snow in Huanxisha

You can go back to the cold painting screen, and it has been three nights since the flute fell, and no one is in the month.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.

The loneliest: Li Qingzhao

Slow voice/slow voice. Looking for it.

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 and urgent! 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 you be black alone!

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

The country is ruined, and the husband is killed and others are injured. Li Qingzhao's nostalgia for her late husband, Zhao Mingcheng, and her lonely and desolate situation are all reflected in this song "Slow Voice"!

Tang Yin's New Year's Eve

It's New Year's Eve again, and thousands of families get together. Every household is preparing for the Spring Festival, immersed in the festive atmosphere. At this point, Tang Bohu is middle-aged, but he doesn't have any relatives. He lives alone in a shabby little house that can hardly shelter from the wind and rain. His home is surrounded by people, so poor that he doesn't even have the money to prepare new year's goods. At this time, he looks like an outsider in the busy holiday atmosphere around him, but his home is deserted. In this case, no matter how open-minded and cheerful he is, how can he be indifferent? The loneliness in his heart at this time can be imagined. That's all. Let's go to Zhutang Temple to see plum blossoms.

Ever since I was inexplicably involved in an inexplicable scientific research fraud case. His career was completely ruined. This is tantamount to disaster for Tang Bohu, who is bent on becoming famous and showing his ambition. Looking at my once bright life, it seems that there is no hope at all. His relatives and friends who used to curry favor with him left him one by one, and even his wife divorced him. The famous talent in the south of the Yangtze River, once sought after by thousands of people, ended up in a situation where no one cared about him and he couldn't eat a meal for three days. The instant falling from the sky to hell also made Tang Bohu see the viciousness of human nature and become more accustomed to the coldness of the world. Tang Bohu, depressed, said in a poem called Autumn Fan Map: "Why should the beauty be sentimental about Qiu Lai's fan collection?" . Please look at the world in detail. Most people don't drive away the cold? "

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It's New Year's Eve again. Looking at the busyness of every household, how can he be willing to be at leisure? He also wants to have a busy home and a busy Spring Festival. But even this simple hope, he can't have. This is the most depressing thing in life. "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to wear it." Tang Bohu really see through it? If so, why did he go to Wang Ning as a guest? In the end, riding a tiger was difficult, so I had to pretend to be crazy and get rid of the quagmire. He didn't see through this, but had to compromise with reality. His heart is bitter, lonely, unwilling and even angry. But very helpless. So he can only turn everything in his heart into self-mockery. Behind this self-mockery, there are many helplessness and sadness.

What is the loneliest poem you have ever heard?

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

-From Song Liuyong's Yulin Chills.

That's right. It's Yulin Chilling, which appears in your high school textbook. Read and recite the whole text. When I was studying, I was just trying to cope with teachers and exams. Only when I saw it after taking part in the work did I realize the feelings expressed by this word.

The full text is:

Yu Linling is cold and sad.

Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

This word was written by Liu Yong when his official career was frustrated and he had to leave Bianjing (now Kaifeng, Henan).

After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?

"Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless." It is necessary to have other scenes. A pair of lovers, holding hands tightly, looked at each other with tears, and no one could say a word. These two sentences vividly describe each other's feelings of sadness, attachment and helplessness.

Which poem do you think you memorized in order to cope with the exam at school, and then read it again and you will feel infinite?