Loneliness is not loneliness and emptiness, but a state of being alone in a world of its own for a certain period of time. In the eternal poetry, the lonely verse is like a coop boat, still rippling in the vast river even in the face of wind and rain.
1. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to say desolation.
This is Dongpo's loneliness. Even if he suddenly looks like him, he is just an old man with nowhere to express his sorrow in front of his deceased wife's grave.
2. The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.
This is the loneliness of Taibai, the long night, the lonely lamp is silent. I can only look up at the moon and sigh in loneliness.
3. The deciduous trees in foreign lands are like people alone at night in the cold light.
This is the loneliness of Ma Dai, the yellow leaves falling in a foreign land, a solitary lamp in the cold night, the faint shadow swaying.
4. I wanted to get up and leave the mortal world, but my shadow fell into the world.
This is Nalan's loneliness. How easy is it to leave this vast world of mortals and countless trivial matters?
5. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
This is Liu Zongyuan's loneliness, the white sky and earth, nothing, is it silence, or loneliness?
6. Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground without opening the door.
This is Liu Fangping's loneliness. In the exuberant spring, will life grow or wither? In the empty courtyard, even if there is a picturesque scenery, who will come?
7. Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
This is the loneliness of Dongpo. Walking back and forth in this world, except for your shadow, who will notice you?
8. I have been wandering for a long time. In the past ten years, I have lost all my deep gratitude. , teachers and friends of life and death.
This is Gu Zhenguan's loneliness, floating like duckweed in the world. For ten years, he has failed everyone, except his loneliness.
9. There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people.
This is the loneliness of Lao Du, an ascetic who walks alone in the world. Except for his illness and his lonely boat, no one cares about him, and the person he wants to care about is gone.
10. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
This is the loneliness described by Bai Juyi. The soul under the nine springs is lonely, and the soul above the nine springs is also lonely.
Some people’s loneliness is “No one stands with me at dusk, and no one asks me whether the porridge is warm.” But I hope you will no longer be lonely. I wish you “Someone stands with me at dusk, and no one asks me whether the porridge is warm.” "Warm."
No one is with me in the evening, no one asks me if the porridge is warm.
Unsatisfactory things are often eight or nine, but the words are the same.
After crossing the hill, I found that no one was waiting.
There is no empathy in this world, only warmth and coldness.
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you.
I have acquaintances all over the world, but I have no close friends.
I watched him build a Zhulou, watched him entertain guests, and watched his tower collapse.
I have been suffering for hundreds of years, but I have never found a close friend.
You look really lonely when you try so hard to be gregarious.
Everyone is an island.
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Have I forgotten everything?
Abandoned faith and reincarnation
Just for the sake of the Buddha The former crying rose?
It has long lost its luster
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Life is short,
just a few years , it passed by opening and closing the eyes.
When the time comes and you don’t have enough time to enjoy the good years,
your face will be wrinkled and your mind will be weak.
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I ask you why it is so easy to say goodbye, and how many full moons can be reunited in a year.
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This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it is slightly cool. I had a dream eleven years ago.
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Cherishing the beautiful scenery in good times, not to climb high. I just feel out of my mind. The southern geese are even more lonely when they return.
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Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.
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The broken fragrance and residual wine are full of evil feelings, 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.
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The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.
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Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation.
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If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried?
The people who are buried with flowers today are laughing like idiots. Who do you know who was buried next year?
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When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears?
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The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring and is filled with melancholy.
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Flowers are easy to see but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing and burying the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flowers, I shed my tears secretly and sprinkle them into the sky. There are traces of blood on the branches.
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What happened to the strange slave is so frustrating?
Half pity for spring and half anger for spring.
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Lian Chun comes and goes, annoyed and gone, and goes without saying anything.
Last night a sad song was heard outside the court. Did you know it was the soul of a flower or a bird?
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It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.
A man with a coir raincoat hat alone in a boat, fishing for snow in the cold river
The boat leaves from now on, spending the rest of his life in the rivers and seas
No ancients before, no newcomers after
Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth
I shed tears with sadness
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date
Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow Three people
Independence in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north
The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward
The waves wash away the heroes
Right and wrong, success or failure, turn back in vain
The green hills are still red with several degrees of sunset
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank
I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze
A pot of turbid wine Happy reunion
Many things in ancient and modern times are laughed at
But the night is long and people can’t sleep
Counting the moon and the curtain
Walking alone and sitting alone. He advocates working alone and sleeping alone. It’s nerve-wracking to stand there. Helplessly, Qinghan touches people.
Who can see this? Tears wash away half of the remaining makeup. The sorrow and illness are still there. The dream of removing all the cold lamps will not come true.
Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook
Looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain is the only one that never gets tired of it
The wind and the rain are leaving people's partial recognition. Longer and more bitter
Where is the sorrow that leaves people's hearts in autumn
Where can I wake up from the wine tonight, the dawn wind and the moon on the willow bank
I can think of so much for the time being, welcome to add !
I am Tea Zen Tao, thank you for the invitation
"Partridge Sky"
Author: Chinese
(1)
Gu Han always hates the east wind, holding hands and turning into a flower.
Dreams haunt me every year, and sick swallows enter the palace by mistake every month.
Who to ask? The whole day is hazy. Flowing clouds float in the hollow of the nest.
A touch of Huangyanjun's longing, can you ask me to pick up the hibiscus.
(2)
Don’t forget the red pages and the weeping willows by the lake in the spring breeze.
The sky and water are stunningly beautiful, and the shadows floating on the ground are faintly visible.
The dream is blue, wait and see. Like lingering tears.
A night of cold rain soaked the horizon, leaving behind the cold dawn of the past.
(3)
In those days, we clinked glasses and drank wine, and the afterglow of the slanting clouds touched each other.
I often dream under a pillow and a quiet curtain, and the two places are full of affection.
The thread is endless, I want to see it. A heart stone hits the waves and splashes.
How many past events are floating around, and the falling flowers are locked and never stop.
(4)
Since ancient times, there have been many sorrows and partings, and the mood is troubled and speechless.
How can we forget each other with sparse shadows and pear blossoms? The dream fades away.
The clouds are thin, the moon is westward, and there is a strong shearing wind.
Who knows about the worry and weight loss? In the middle of the night, Hong Qing’s eyes were wet.
February 7, 2019, 10:46 am
There are many poems about loneliness. Throughout the ages, literati are mostly lonely. They feel pity for themselves and drink alone under the flowers. A ray of loneliness and sorrow comes, and the worst of it is that benevolence is in the eyes of the wise.
Mu Yu feels that this poem has a beautiful feeling of loneliness and loneliness throughout. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. It gives people a feeling of eternal annihilation. The scene in the picture is freezing cold and deserted. It can be said that it is extremely quiet, so quiet that even emotions cannot arise. Then comes the sentence, "A lone man in a boat and a coir raincoat, fishing alone in the cold river snow." In such a lonely environment, the words "lone boat" and "fishing alone" are mentioned, which adds an extra layer of loneliness to the entire article. In such a vast and lonely world of "thousands of mountains" and "ten thousand paths", there happens to be a "lone boat fishing alone". Such a picture makes people feel the loneliness of this world and the loneliness of the fisherman. The cold river snow points out The coldness of the snowy scene throughout the poem, in just twenty words, naturally creates a picture of fishing alone in the snowy scene in the minds of those who read the poem, and the loneliness of the old fisherman on the way emerges vividly on the page.
Wang Wei’s words, “I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season” can only be understood by those who are truly wandering outside. Now is the New Year again. Those who have not returned home, are they missing their parents who are far away? Do they feel that their parents’ hair may be a little grayer again? For those who are still performing tasks during the Spring Festival, do you miss your children? Are you fantasizing about whether your son or daughter has grown taller? How are your grades in school? No matter how far away, there is always a concern for home.
Mu Yu has a cousin who is in the military and has not been home to celebrate the New Year for three years. It is said that he is a secret service and is a submarine soldier at sea. It is usually difficult to talk to his family on the phone. Every time during the New Year and holidays, My aunt always talks about it, it would be great if your cousin could come back... The loneliness of the old man and his loneliness are vividly reflected in the sentence about missing relatives every holiday.
The farthest distance in life is the distance between life and death. The separation between life and death is the most lonely.
Su Shi's sentence "Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation" I think is the loneliest thing. The person I love is far away from me, life and death are separated, but I am full of tenderness and have nowhere to complain. The only response to me is this thousand miles of lonely grave. We can only meet in dreams, and we may not know each other in dreams. It is expected that we will meet each other every year, at the place where our hearts are broken, on a bright moonlit night, in the short pine hills.
I’m too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and I’m too late to put on makeup and groom myself. A woman looks good to one who pleases herself. However, when waiting becomes a pity, what could be more lonely than this?
Wen Tingyun was the talented originator of the Huajian School in the Tang Dynasty. The poem "Bodhisattva Man. The hills overlap and the golden light disappears" is the loneliest poem I have ever read. This poem is about a relationship between a close friend and a friend. The protagonist looks gorgeous on the outside, but the loneliness inside can never be concealed.
The word "Lazy Chi" is written on top of the word: "The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to catch the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up." A woman wants to please her appearance, but this is the true love of her life. Wrong payment, thoughts are empty, waiting becomes regret, how can the laziness in it be described as loneliness? ! The "Double Golden Partridges" in the lower column further highlights the loneliness of the protagonist: "Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The newly embroidered rug, the double golden partridges."
This poem has once been It is used as the ending song of the TV series "The Legend of Zhen Huan". Every time it is played, it is moving because it is a true portrayal of the fate of the characters in the play. When the dignified, gentle and majestic Shen Meizhuang died of dystocia, the sad and sad music sounded faintly and resentfully: "I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and toilette..." Beauty is old and has spent her life wrongly. How can it not be lamentable! The second time it sounded, it was the end of the play. The protagonist Zhen Huan was firmly on the throne of the Queen Mother, and her lifelong struggle finally resulted in wealth and prosperity. However, Prince Guo is gone, the emperor is gone, and Huanbi is gone. Zhen Huan is old. When she wakes up from a dream, there is only little Yunzi by her side. After a life of hard work, it seems that we have gained everything, and yet it seems that we have gained nothing. All we see is the loneliness and coldness of the old Zhen Huan. At this time, the song "Bodhisattva Man" slowly started to play again: "I'm too lazy to paint my eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up..."
(1)
Chang'e
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking over the long river.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
(2)
Zhuli Pavilion
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
(3)
Bu Suanzi·Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan Residence Work
Song Dynasty·Su Shi
The missing moon hangs the sparse tung trees, and the missing person is missing Early quiet.
Who sees 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.
(4)
Lone Goose / Hou Fei Yan
Tang Dynasty · Du Fu
The Lone Goose does not drink or peck, but flies and cries out to the flock.
Who can pity a shadow and miss each other thousands of times?
Looking at everything seems like seeing, and mourning as much as hearing more.
The wild crows have no thoughts and keep making noises.
(5)
Great Night Works
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year.
(6)
Mid-Autumn Moon
Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
Ten frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner. .
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
(7)
Bamboo grows solitary
Han · Anonymous
Bamboo grows solitary and takes root in Mount Tai.
I am newly married to you, and the dodder silk is attached to my daughter Luo.
When Dodder is born, it will be a good time for couples.
Getting married thousands of miles away, across the mountains.
Thinking of you makes you grow old, how late is the car?
The cymbidium orchid that hurts it contains heroic glory.
If you don’t pick it when it’s out of season, the grass will wither in autumn.
Jun Liang holds high integrity, so what can I do with a lowly concubine!
(8)
Qi Huai
Qing Dynasty·Huang Jingren
Sitting under the flowers several times and playing the flute, the silver-colored red wall looks into the distance .
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
(9)
Spring Resentment
Tang Dynasty · Liu Fangping
The sun sets through the screen window and no one in the golden house sees any traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
(10)
Jianglou’s old feeling/Jianglou’s old feeling
Tang Dynasty·Zhao Gu
Going to Jianglou alone makes me wonder. , the moonlight is like water and the water is like sky.
Where the people came to look at the moon, the shadow of the wind seemed vaguely like last year.
(11)
One of Eighty-Two Songs
Wei and Jin · Ruan Ji
Unable to sleep at night, I stood up Play the harp.
The thin curtain reflects the bright moon, and the breeze blows on my lap.
In the outfield of Guhong, birds are singing in the northern forest.
What will happen if you wander around? Worry makes me sad.
(Twelve)
Xiju
Tang Dynasty · Liu Zongyuan
He had been tired of the hairpin group for a long time, but fortunately he was banished to Nanyi.
Sitting beside the farm and garden, I feel like a visitor in the forest.
Plowing in the morning turns over the exposed grass, and the sound of the stream rocks sounds at night.
When you come and go, you don’t meet anyone, and you sing long songs and the sky is clear.
(Thirteen)
Stay overnight at Qipan Ridge
Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty
Traveling thousands of miles away alone, lying high in the west of Qipan Ridge .
The dawn moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River enters the house low.
The fragrant spring is flat and green, and the child cries in the clear night.
The floating passengers stay in the air to listen, and praise the chickens in the city.
(Fourteen)
Gazing at the setting sun
Ma Dai of the Tang Dynasty
The solitary cloud and the returning bird, a thousand miles of time.
How can I stop thinking about me? I have not returned home for a long time.
Under the slight sun, the trees look like autumn mountains in the distance.
I dare not look at it when I am near the water, for fear of losing my appearance.
(15)
There is a strange tree in the courtyard
Han · Anonymous
There is a strange tree in the courtyard, with lush green leaves .
Climb the bar and lose your glory, leaving behind your thoughts.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away.
This thing is not expensive, but it will last forever.
(Sixteen)
Changqianxing·Where did the Jun family live
Tang Dynasty·Cui Hao
Where did the Jun family live? , I live in Hengtang.
I stopped the boat and asked for help, maybe I am from the same country.
(Seventeen)
Two Songs of Lone Goose Part 2
Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty
Xiangpu left Yingwan and went to the border town Already alone.
How to plan thousands of miles with only one reed?
The waves are shaking Chu, and the cold moon reflects the cattails.
I don’t know where the couple will be in Pingwu.
A few lines have gone away, leaving only a single film.
The evening rain has lost its call, and it is too late to go down to the cold pond.
The clouds in Nagisa are low and dark, and the moon is cold and distant.
It may not be possible to meet the requirements, but flying alone is suspicious.
(Eighteen)
Nanling Road Middle/Jiyuan
Tang·Du Mu
The water in Nanling is long and leisurely, the wind is tight and the clouds are light. Become autumn.
It is the place where the guest's heart is lonely, and whose red sleeves are in Pingjiang Tower.
(Nineteen)
Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pine pine and osmanthus are fluttering in the autumn.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.
(Twenty)
Dayesu Stone Inn
Tang Dynasty Dai Shulun
Who can ask about the hotel, Han Deng is the only one who is friendly.
The night is coming to an end in a year, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away.
Liao Luo is sad about the past, and laughs at this body.
With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow.
(Twenty-one)
Mountain Dwelling
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Loneliness covers the wood door, and the vastness faces the falling light.
There are crane nests everywhere and pine trees, and few people visit the pigeon gate.
The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes.
Fireworks start at the ferry, and water chestnuts are collected everywhere.
(Twenty-two)
Late Autumn in Qi'an County
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The shadows on the willow bank gradually become sparse in the wind, making Jun's house look like a wild man's home. .
The clouds and the water are still admirable, and the roars and songs can be heard with ease.
After the rain faded and the lanterns faded away, I woke up from the drunkenness and found myself sleeping alone.
It’s a pity that when we are competing for the throne at Chibi, we can only sit and fish.
(Twenty-three)
Xie Gong Pavilion, where Xie Gong and Fan Yun visited
Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
Xie Gong’s departure, the scenery elsewhere Every time I feel sad.
The guests dispersed in the blue sky and the moon, and the mountains and sky were clear and the water flowed.
The flowers in the pond reflect the sun in spring, and the bamboos in the window sing in autumn at night.
The present and the past are linked together, and the long song is nostalgic.
(Twenty-four)
Five Palace Poems, Part Two
Tang Dynasty·Gu Kuang
In the middle of the night in the Jade Tower, the music is played, The wind sent the concubines smiling and talking harmoniously.
The shadow of the Moon Palace is open and the night leaks are heard, and the crystal curtain rolls close to the Autumn River.
(Twenty-Five)
Listening to the Rain
Yuan·Yuji
Sitting around the screen with temples, crimson wax flickering to illuminate Don't be drunk.
After many years of love in the capital, everything has changed. Suddenly, I heard the spring rain and recalled the south of the Yangtze River.
(Twenty-six)
Farewell to Chang Shi of the Song Dynasty
Sui Dynasty Yin Style
Visitors to the north of Du Ling, seeing off guests to the east of Han Sichuan .
No matter where you go or where you live, it is all the same.
In autumn, the temples are white with frost, and the fading face is red with wine.
There is no place for lovesickness, the singing of birds is mixed with the night wind.
(Twenty-Seven)
Nocturne
Southern and Northern Dynasties · Shen Yue
The River and Han are vertical and horizontal, and the Beidou is horizontal and straight.
With the stars in the sky like this, would you rather know that your heart has memories?
The solitary lamp is dim and dim, and the chilly dawn is still weaving.
Who do you say to with zero tears? The rooster crows and sighs.
(Twenty-eight)
Sheng Chazi·Wandering alone in Yuyan
Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji
Walking by the stream looking at shadows, the sky is there Clear creek bottom.
There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds.
Who and I are singing loudly, and the voiceless sound rises in the empty valley.
Neither ghost nor fairy, just a song of peach blossom water.
(Twenty-nine)
Written in Wuchang
Ming Dynasty · Xu Zhenqing
The leaves in Dongting have not yet fallen, and Xiaoxiang is about to grow in autumn.
It’s raining tonight and Gaozhai is lying alone in Wuchang City.
Focusing on thinking about my hometown, I feel sad about the feelings of Jiang and Han.
If you don’t know the wild geese in the sky, how can you enjoy the Long March?
(Thirty)
Sending off
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
With armor all over the world, Hu Weijun travels far.
My relatives and friends all cried, and I went to the isolated city on horseback.
The vegetation is getting older, and the river is clear with frost and snow.
We parted yesterday because of an ancient friendship.
(Thirty-one)
Moon
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The moon in the Tang Dynasty is thousands of miles away, and spring comes at the sixth string.
The darkroom is always open, so the sky is full of blue.
The breeze is refreshing and quiet, and the face is full of tears.
There are black magpies flying south and landing by the river at night.
(Thirty-two)
Cold Food
Tang Dynasty · Shen Quan Period
The whole sky is extinguished, and the ground is full of smoke.
I don’t know where the fire is, but I feel like a guest when I come.
(Thirty-three)
Reduced characters Magnolia · Hear the sound of singing and blowing through the wall on a spring night
Qing Dynasty · Xiang Hongzuo
In my waning mood, I live drunkenly by the green harp.
A pillow of new sorrow, the remaining night is full of flowers and full moon.
The complicated sheng and crisp pipes blow the golden screen and spring dreams far away.
There are only weeping poplars, no swing shadows across the wall.
(Thirty-four)
Moved to Ezhou, and then returned to Xianyang Hall to live in nostalgia
Tang·Liu Changqing
Too ashamed of his kindness Report, dare to ask how long the road is.
Thousands of miles are covered with autumn geese, and thousands of peaks are surrounded by the setting sun.
The old journey was a long way, but this trip is even more foreign.
The grass and dew are deep in the mountains, and the guest's clothes are dropped off in the morning.
(Thirty-five)
Sitting Alone in the Courtyard
Yuan·Yuji
Where is the year of this life, in the mountains and rivers Always about love.
Pine trees grow around the house for no reason, making the sound of wind the sound of rain.
(Thirty-six)
In the mountains
Song Dynasty · Secret Performance
The grass and rocks are close to the water, and the silence is calm and leisurely chanting.
There are few cicadas after long rains, and the fallen leaves are deep in the empty mountains.
The dangerous building is riding on the moon, and the distant temple is listening to the bell.
I received a letter from Monk Jiang yesterday, hoping to come here to rest my mind.
Generally speaking, great men or outstanding figures seem to feel more lonely. Sima Qian wrote "Historical Records" while in prison alone; Cao Xueqin, whose family was in decline and lonely, sent a message to the Red Mansion.
In terms of poetry, I admire Su Shi’s "When Will the Bright Moon Come" the most. This is a well-known poem. Su Dongpo wrote it because he missed his younger brother Yu.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Qihu is illuminated and sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Dongpo had a rough life and was exiled many times. But he was upright and unruly. A genius, a colorful person, a poet, calligrapher and painter, a person with noble charisma, he traveled all over China during the Northern Song Dynasty with his laughter, curses, and lively conversation.
This song "Shui Diao Ge Tou" was written by Su Shi in the ninth year of Xining (1076 AD) when he was the prefect of Mizhou. This period was the saddest and most depressing time for Su Dongpo, but he wrote the best poems. During the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, when the bright moon was high, he was drinking wine and admiring the moon alone. His thoughts quietly arose. He was working in Shandong but could not see his younger brother. The people in Mizhou were living in poverty and hunger, but he could not help him. His political ambitions could not be realized and his future was dim. (Su Dongpo raised more than 30 orphans during this period).
Su Dongpo held a wine glass in his hand, expressed his feelings to the moon, and asked the sky from a distance. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Whenever I want to talk to you
Author: Qingchenzi
Whenever I want to talk to you
The kingdom of language has closed its door
The roaring waves
The extremely burning flame
The strength that consumes strength like a trapped beast
< p> Climbing ashore from the abyssHolding the broken fragments of language
Listening to the sound of the wind like a flute
Those who cry in the wind see the vastness of the world
< p> The vast call to the hopeless distant placeWatching the snow burning, covering all the dark nights
The dark nights are always bright
Sitting alone in the bright dark night is like Deeply trapped in the deserted wasteland
Traveling on a lonely road
The brighter and clearer the darkness and chaos
The soul cannot express itself with language tools The real situation
She is destined to be clumsy as soon as she opens her mouth
She is destined to suffer the pain of Cupid's arrow
Listening to the music of nature alone, the colors
Longing for someone to listen to them like her
——The temple of the soul*** tells and expresses the same language
Longing to call and respond< /p>
Whenever I want to talk to you
Yu Si
Looking back suddenly
The past is quickly fading into nothingness, and everything is white
The huge blank space is gradually filling my memory
As if everything in life has never come or happened
The content and accompanying of life The feeling of those contents also disappears
Is death so quiet, cumulative and happening as time goes by?
I can’t find any evidence of my existence in the past half of the years
As if I have lost gravity and floated gently away from the earth
Light and heavy, light of despair
Therefore, I am obsessed with every rainy day
When the rain falls on the leaves and trees
When it flows through the ditches of the roof tiles
< p> Arriving at the cornice, the sound of falling wooden barrelsObsessed with the bright luster of any stone when rainwater is sprinkled on it
And the bright beads formed by them Curtain
The rain seems to come from the distant past
Humming a song that is unfamiliar yet familiar to me
It emits silence and peace deep in the soul The glimmer of light
I will eventually forget everything irrevocably
But it seems to preserve everything about me
- in its peaceful voice
Just like when I saw the smoke rising from the rooftops of the countryside
It filled my heart with a deep happiness
—— It's like seeing the home of the soul, giving people a place to stay
Healing the disability of a wanderer
Looking at each other
It is more suitable to live with yourself Looking at each other quietly
My words are not as much as you think, maybe passionate
Otherwise, would it be possible to let my silence sink you into an ice cellar
Outside the window, the swaying branches reveal the presence of the wind
There are no clouds in the sky outside, and it is not as blue as I am obsessed with
The sparrows are still chattering among the decaying grass and dead trees< /p>
And the stray cat that I often feed is curled up at the foot of the tree and dreaming
Treating the thick dead leaves as a blanket from God
I stared at the fire and the air eagerly
The weather forecast said there would be snow tonight
Suddenly I thought of the lost flock of sheep in my wilderness
< p> I have exchanged my life for something more important than my lifeBut where are they going tonight?
Whether it will be sculptured into a living monument by the wind and snow
Whether it is burning or dying, it will maintain the same expression as the snow
Live with yourself, It is more suitable to look at each other quietly