Du Fu's Lonely Poems

Poems about loneliness 1. Poems describing loneliness

Lonely Leng Xiang full courtyard, the shadow invades the door.

-Song Xie Yi's "Xijiang Moon is Lonely and Full of Fragrance" is not a plum blossom, but whose loneliness? -Song Ma Ziyan's "Jade Tower Spring" A few acres of chun yin, dreaming of loneliness, I don't know how many pears are pressed.

-Song Zhangyan's "Zhu Yingtai's Near Leisure" is lonely and dreamy, but it is like Tang Chang Palace. -Song Zhangyan's "A few nights in the Pearl Curtain Green Room" became more and more lonely, and began to read the list of legal relatives.

-Song Luyou's "Autumn Huai" does not need to be given outside the door, and he is lonely as cotton in his illness. -Song Caoyan's appointment of "Giving Assistant Minister Jiangling" was very lonely and he returned to Yuqiao late.

-Song Cao Yan about "Assistant Minister writes three chapters in the temple" whether there are no others and few people, and there is no loneliness of Ah Xian. -Song's "Cao Yan's Covenant" laughed at the lonely lakeside villa, but stayed in the setting sun with the words "I know the essence and sweetness for three times, and the teacher deduces the rhyme, sees the salary, raises the pen and offers peace".

-Song Dynasty's "Lakeside Villa with Your Majesty and Guests on October 1st" is still lonely in its fifty fame and holds the absurdity of 100,000 people. -Song Cao Yan's "Send Lang to Waiting for Call" is so important that it is necessary for Jin Que to worship early.

-Song Jiangzhen's "Indiscriminate and Wordless View" knows that you are not only responsible for the westward journey, but also can make the late spring lonely. -Song Louji's "Send Gan Mengfu" and "Bao Shi Xuan is sick and doesn't go to the Bamboo Academy" Yu Feichun is not lonely, and the museum has its own blue glass.

-Song and Wu's "Open her flowers like snow, save her precious bottle" hurts to the old, but also remembers Jingzhou's lonely hometown. -Song Zhengyi's "Nine Days in the Good Hall" should be lonely and cold.

-Song Zhang Fu's "Easy and Cool".

2. Ancient poems about loneliness

The ancient poems about loneliness are: 1, Bashang Qiuju: the source of all the Tang poems, written by Ma Dai, and translated in vernacular: the wind in Bayuan has stopped raining, and the geese are diligent in the evening.

Leaves are falling. This is a foreign tree, and the cold light shines alone. The silent empty garden is dripping with dew, and the wild monk next door is my close neighbor.

I have lived in the suburbs of Chai Men for a long time. I don't know why I can use this body. 2. Drinking four poems of the bright moon alone: the whole Tang poem, written by Li Bai, vernacular translation: put a pot of good wine among the flowers, and no one knows each other alone. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain. For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.

I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk.

I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River. 3, Bashan Road in addition to the night book Huai: the source of "The Whole Tang Poetry", written by Cui Tu, vernacular translation: Bus No.3 is so far away, I am walking in the arduous journey of Wan Li.

The snow on the chaotic mountain sparkled in the dark, and a candle accompanied me, a stranger in a foreign land. I am getting farther and farther away from my relatives, and my feelings with my servants are getting deeper and deeper.

How can I wander in the end of the world, and it coincides with the renewal of the Ming Dynasty. 4. Jiang Xue: Liu Zongyuan, author of Liuhe East Collection, vernacular translation: Birds can't fly in the mountains, and people can't be seen on the road.

On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river. 5, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain: "The Whole Tang Poetry", written by Li Bai, translated in vernacular Chinese: Birds fly high without shadow, and lonely clouds are alone.

You look at me and I look at you. They don't hate each other. It's just me and Jingting Mountain ahead. References:

Qiu Ju-Baidu Encyclopedia.

3. Ancient poems describing loneliness

Free and unfettered: dreaming with sparse clocks, floating clouds and clouds.

Because of An Qisheng, I met the green flower with sepals. The autumn wind hooligans have blown all the flowers in the jade well.

* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons. It's not bad to sit on the guest's punch line.

Irony fights sophistry, and live fire divides new tea. It's not to help the emperor, but it's fun.

Life can be like this, why go home? Get up, fold your clothes and sit down, cover your ears and get tired of the noise.

You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think. Meng Xiao by Li Qingzhao.

This is a dream poem. The poem describes the carefree life of the immortals in the realm of immortals, shows the poet's yearning for unrestrained free life, and also reflects the poet's depressed mood of seeking spiritual liberation.

The whole poem is free and elegant, imaginative and romantic. There is a kind of fairy rhyme, which is unique among Qingzhao's words.

-Loneliness: Zhou Bangyan's "Closing the River to Clear Autumn". Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds.

The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off. The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night? Appreciating this word is a sad work of Han Qiu.

The first movie was about a cold autumn evening scene. The second sentence of Autumn Shade introduces a bleak autumn scenery, with continuous rain and occasional clearing, but it is dusk. This is really like the mood of a materialized traveler, and it is rare to have a moment of sunshine.

From "Autumn Shadow" to "Bleak", it synthesizes the poet's depression from vision to feeling, and renders a sad state of mind trapped in the haze without seeing a sunny day. At the end of Listening, the poet stood in the courtyard and looked up at the clouds.

However, "the clouds are deep" and the haze is deep. There is no trace of Hongyan, no hope of music and books, especially the poet's loss and loneliness. In the next movie, I wrote about the lonely lights in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, the word "people go" shows that the impermanence of travel companions can set off the bitterness of being away from relatives. What is even more bitter is that "the wine woke up", suggesting that the poet has been using wine to drown his sorrows and drive away boredom, so as to spend the cold night in a drunken sleep; However, when the wine wakes up, it is also the autumn feeling that wakes up. When traveling, it is sad and lovers are homesick. The poet suddenly exclaimed, "How can midnight snack last forever?" How can I get through this long cold and dark night? The poet pushes the sadness and bitterness of travel to an inescapable position to end the whole poem, which shows the helplessness and frustration of the poet being abandoned.

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, 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 are piled all over the floor.

Who can pick it 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! He who sees through the world of mortals: The operator Yongmei Luyou Station is lonely outside the broken bridge. It is dusk alone, and he is worried about the wind and rain and has no intention of bad karma.

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.

4. Poems describing loneliness and sadness

1, Qiuxi

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Falling leaves are like rain, and moonlight is like frost.

Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed?

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When the night wind blows, the leaves are like rain, and the bright moonlight is like frost all over the earth.

Just as I was preparing to sleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help feeling who would like to wipe the dust off my bed.

2, operator, there are plum in the bamboo.

Song Dynasty: Xiang Ziyin

/kloc-When I was 0/8 years old, I watched Mei Zhui and a song and finally fell in love with the ears of a son and a woman.

A plum in the bamboo, the rain quietly washes Juanjuan. It is suspected that beauty comes at dusk and is graceful before the wind.

Who knows the new hate, the past can't be saved, the dream is lonely around the balcony, and the sleeves are cold.

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Looking at plum blossoms for a year and writing poems to pursue peace, I always regret my childlike innocence.

A plum blossom in the bamboo forest looks soft and graceful after being washed by rain. I doubt that this is a beautiful figure in the evening.

Who knows the regret in my heart The past is unbearable. Sleeping dreams linger on the small platform, and only loneliness accompanies them when they come back. At this point, the lingering fragrance of plum blossoms on my sleeve has become cold.

3. Huanxisha Lotus

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Hanging all around, I asked where the clouds were most spent. Draw the sunset and the south bank of the building.

When the weather is cold, people are lonely, and time must be spent with wine. Listen to the music among the flowers.

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Weeping willows surround the thyme lotus. Where are the most lotus flowers? Painting the south bank of the building, the sun sets.

The weather turns cold at first, which brings loneliness in autumn. Xiao Suo's time needs to be spent with wine. Come and listen to blowing sheng sing later.

Step 4 Ask Zhou Zi.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Ask the boat in the evening, what is the future.

Wantou is like a berth, and there is a storm in Huaihe River.

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At dusk, I asked the rower, how many miles are there ahead?

The boatman said, "The boat has just stopped at the bend of the river, and the Huaihe River is high and windy."

Step 5 make an appointment

Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

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Mei Huangshi, everyone was flooded by the rain, and there were bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond.

It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick.

5. Poems describing loneliness

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -"Mei" by Wang Anshi

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -the first part of Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone".

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Wing without words"

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Episode 6

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"

Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. -Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services, the Fourth"

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky, and the flowers are like snow. -Bai Juyi's Country Night

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, No.5"

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

6. Ancient poems about loneliness

Dianjiangchun

(Li Qingzhao)

Lonely boudoir,

A gentle heart is full of sadness.

Cherish spring,

When will it rain?

Leaning against the fence,

Just not in the mood!

Where are people?

Even the sky is falling,

Look at the way back.

Qin Yi goose

(Li Qingzhao)

Lingaoge,

Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.

The smoke is thin,

When the rooster crows and returns,

Smell the horn at dusk.

Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,

The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

Wutongluo,

It's autumn again,

Still lonely.

Wulingchun

(Li Qingzhao)

The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.

Tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are people, not everything,

Tears flow first when you want to talk.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.

I also plan to canoe Pan.

I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,

Can't move, a lot on my mind.

Slow voice

(Li Qingzhao)

Looking for it,

Cold and clear,

Sad and sad.

When the temperature was warm and cold that day,

This is the most difficult to arouse interest.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?

Wild goose crossing also,

Is sad,

We're old acquaintances.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard and hurt,

Who can pick it now?

Look at the window,

How can you be black alone?

The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, little by little.

This time,

What a sad sentence!

A bell ringing in the rain

(liuyong)

Cold and sad,

Yes, Changting is late,

The shower began to stop.

Everyone drinks without emotion,

Nostalgia,

Lanzhou urges hair.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,

I was speechless and choked up.

Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,

The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,

What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Where to wake up tonight,

Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.

Over the years,

It should be a good time and a good scene.

There are thousands of customs,

Talk to who?

Yu Meiren, wait.

7. Poems about loneliness

1, the piper went to Lou Yu, who was heartbroken?

2, sitting alone, advocating independent pay, lying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

The sober man and saint of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker left his name.

5, the soul dream is unbearable, more embarrassing.

6, it's hard to say, the window is bright and clean, and the shadow is still romantic.

7. I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.

8. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.

10, who saw a lonely person traveling alone, ethereal and lonely.

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1 1, only the running water in front of the building. If you miss me, stare at me all day. Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.

12, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.

13, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?

14, all the lonely cries fly towards the moon and shadow.

15, broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.

16, this time, what a sad sentence!

17, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.

18, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.

19, walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!

8. Ancient poems describing loneliness

Drinking Tao Yuanming to build a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

Bu operator. Su Shi lives in Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou. When there is no moon, he hangs a sparse tree to make people quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Wang Anshi, solitary, naturally dense and solitary, hundreds of meters high. Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.

Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy. Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.

The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes. Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.

The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther. She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.

Feng Xiao sang the soul of Han Zhen. After leaving the pond, he often walked around, full of green and jealousy. At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.

Now her face has grown old, but her heart still feels like fresh grass every year. Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.

It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? It was almost dark, and as soon as I turned around, I lit the swing and got up to adjust my delicate hands.

Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.

Looking back at the door, I smell the green plums in the cup, dark amber and thick. I should melt before I get drunk, so I should arrive late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha is chilly in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and I dream of hiding flowers in the mountain pillow. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.

On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight.

The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.

Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.

I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.

Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.

The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.

The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.

Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang.

Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.

How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.

You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.

The lonely goose's rattan bed paper account is sleeping, boundless and without good thoughts. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.

The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.

Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.

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 are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it 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! A touch of crimson lips (Li Qingzhao) is a lonely boudoir with an inch of sorrow in her heart. Cherish the spring and leave, urging flowers and rain several times. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Yi Qin 'e (Li Qingzhao) was in the lofty pavilion, and the mountains and Ye Ping were covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao) has exhausted the scent of dust, and she is tired of combing her 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 boat won't move. I'm worried.

The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao), looking for it, 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 are piled all over the floor.

Who can pick it 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! Yu Linling (Liu Yong) was heartbroken, Changting was late, and the shower began to rest.

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.

Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. 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.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. When was the autumn moon sung, and how many of them are known in the past.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade should still exist.

9. Expressing lonely poems

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

-Wang Wei "To the Frontier" Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and helpless, and you are down and out. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Next" A stranger who is in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season.

-Wang Wei "Vacation on the Mountain" reminds me of my brothers in Shandong, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren.

-Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, the First Part" has a few plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's "Mei", until I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and let the three of us.

-Li Bai's "Four Bright Moons Alone, Part I" went to the West Chamber without saying a word, and the bright moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Will be happy, silently go to the West Building", the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone.

-Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" is never tired of watching, only Jingting Mountain. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain lingers on a butterfly, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries.

-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Part VI" A pot of wine in the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai's "Four Poems of Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The birds are high and the lonely clouds are alone.

-Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent it alone. -Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Jian in Furong Inn" Who reads the west wind alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic.

-Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" rings in all directions, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long and lonely. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman is Proud of Qiu Si" Independent tall building, looking at the horizon.

-Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Blue Tears, Dew" The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, smoke, and the shadow flies a little. -Bai Pu's "Qing Sha Qiu" leans alone among dense bamboos, and I play the pipa and hum a song.

-Wang Wei's "Zhu" is dark in the wild, and the river boat is clear. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low cloud feet.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" is in front of the Huangshi Tower, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside Part V" I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.

-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" Lonely Wu Tong Shen Ting locks the clear autumn. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Building without words".