Lonely and cold poetry

Poems about loneliness 1. Poems describing 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.

Netizens who have seen this beautiful poem have also seen lonely poems, the saddest sentence in the world, and those sad sentences.

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!

2. Ancient poems describing loneliness

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

2, outside the bridge, lonely and open.

3, 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.

4. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who is the heartbreaker?

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

6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.

7, this time, what a sad sentence!

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

9, the soul dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing.

10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

1 1. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!

12, the old country is unbearable to look back.

13, it's hard to say, the bright window is pale and the thin shadow is still romantic.

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

15, but the flowers are falling, and Xiaoyuanxiang Trail wanders alone.

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

17, the sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.

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

19, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

20. Xu Mo Cup is dark amber, which melts before drinking. It's time to come. It's late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

2 1, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.

22. Whoever sees a lonely person is a lonely shadow.

23. Lonely and sad cries fly to the moon and shadows.

24, sitting alone, advocating alone, paying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

25. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss this leisurely world, I am alone, and my tears fall down.

3. Poems about loneliness

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

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

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Slow voice

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 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!

within walking distance

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Wulingchun

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 boat won't move. I'm worried.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in 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.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

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.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.

It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.

Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?

If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.

4. Poems describing loneliness

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight to the passenger ship. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river snow, a lonely boudoir, full of sorrow. Cherish spring, rush to spend the rain, lean on the railing, but unintentionally! Where are people? It's almost dark, and I can't see the way back. Huanxisha's Moho cup is dark amber, but it melted before getting drunk. It should be late to relax the clock. It refreshes the mind, dispels dreams, breaks the cold, loosens the golden bun, and wakes up to look for candle flowers. The voice is slow and quiet, sad and sad. When it's warm at first, it's the hardest to rest. Three cups and two lamps are light. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! The good news is that the wind will set the flowers deep and there is a pile of red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of begonia, it is the season of hurting spring. The bar sings jade and respects the sky, the blue jar is dark and bright, and the soul dream is unbearable, and it is even more weeping. Wuling spring fragrance is exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair in the evening. When things are idle, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is going to fade. The word "wild goose" returns, and the west wing is full of moons. Flowers bloom and fall, and water flows by itself. There is a kind of acacia, and there are two concerns. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I can't bear it. The next day I had sex with Qiu Guang. When I explored Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang, I felt very hurt. The first time I tried thin clothes, the green ants had a new taste, and it gradually began to rain and cooled down. At dusk, I feel sad and nervous, when I wake up. No one arrived, very lonely, like He Xun in Yangzhou. Never like rhyme wins, borrow rain embarrassed, not resistant to the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate incense, you must believe in channels and sweep away traces. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is dark, and it's still romantic.

5. Poems describing 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. Netizens who have seen this beautiful poem have also seen this poem about loneliness, the saddest sentence in the world, those sad sentences 1 1, only the running water in front of the building, you should remember me and 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.

6. There are poems describing loneliness.

1 but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, although we drown them with wine.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

3, this situation can not be eliminated, you can only frown but mind.

4, Dongli wine after dusk, there are dark incense sleeves.

5. Affection has been hurt since ancient times, which is even worse than the cold and autumn festival.

6. How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? Arouse jade people, whether they are cold or crawling. He Xun is old, but he forgets the spring breeze. But strangely enough, the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the spring cold enters the Yao mat. Jiangguo is lonely. I sighed and sent it away, and the snow began to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent. I always remember working together to crush a thousand trees. It was cold in You Lan, and the debris was blown away.

7, old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world!

8, Whitehead is a fame, Laoshan pine and bamboo are old, and the return journey is blocked. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

9. The Pear Flower Garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pool has a faint wind.

10, if two kinds of feelings are long-lasting, is it sooner or later?

1 1, the falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, while the flowing water falls without intention.

12, it goes without saying, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

13, love is love, love is love, and the dream is very long.

14, how can we avoid the sadness and hate of life, and what is the limit of solitude!

15, life is naturally infatuated, and this hate has nothing to do with romance.

16. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

17, how much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

18, ask what everything in the world is and teach people life and death.

19, everything is done by people, and tears flow first.

20, shorten each period, life and death are the same. The website in spring will follow this blank soil. Today I laugh at Yi. Who will give it to me next year? The bleak Shouchun Building proves the fruit of nirvana.

2 1, searching, cold and cheerless, miserable.

22. I won't regret that my belt is gradually widening, which will make people haggard for Iraq.

23. Fate comes and goes like water. Where do you go after breaking up and gathering?

24, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

7. Poems about 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.

8. Ancient poems describing loneliness

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

2, outside the bridge, lonely and open. 3, 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. 4. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who is the heartbreaker? 5. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward. 7, this time, what a sad sentence! 8. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.

9, the soul dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing. 10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

1 1. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely! 12, the old country is unbearable to look back. 13, it's hard to say, the bright window is pale and the thin shadow is still romantic.

14, few friends, who will listen to the broken string. 15, but the flowers are falling, and Xiaoyuanxiang Trail wanders alone.

16, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window. 17, the sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.

18, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back? 19, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

20. Xu Mo Cup is dark amber, which melts before drinking. It's time to come. It's late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

2 1, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. 22. Whoever sees a lonely person is a lonely shadow.

23. Lonely and sad cries fly to the moon and shadows. 24, sitting alone, advocating alone, paying alone.

Standing hurts, even touching people hurts. 25. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss this leisurely world, I am alone, and my tears fall down.