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.
2. Poem 1 describes loneliness and sadness. I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. I am alone and tears fall down.
-Chen Ziang's "Youzhou Tower" says: There is only a vast world, boundless, full of sadness and tears. 2, outside the bridge, lonely and open.
-Lu You's "Yongmei the diviner" explains that there is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossom blooms alone, and no one asks. 3. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who was heartbroken?
-Li Qingzhao's "Lonely Goose, Sleeping on a Rattan Paper Curtain" explains: When the Ming City goes, people will go to the empty building. Even if there is a beautiful plum blossom, who can enjoy it with themselves? 4, leaning on it, just not in the mood. Where are people?
Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. -Li Qingzhao's "Little Crimson Lips and Boudoir Thoughts" explains: In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has dried up, even if the spring is as good as before, it is also ruthless.
Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take. 5. How much trouble can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
-Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? Explanation: Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling eastward. 6, the dream is unbearable, and it is even more embarrassing.
-Li Qingzhao's "Good things are approaching, the wind will fall deeply" explains: the grievances in dreams are hard to digest, and there is a song in spring. 7. The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back on the moon.
-Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? Commentary: Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building. How can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown on this bright night? 8, this time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Looking for a Slow Voice" explains: How can such a scene end with a word "sorrow"! 9. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
-Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs" explains: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk. 10, the flowers are helpless, as if they met Yan.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" explains: I can't help it if the flowers fall. The returning swallows seem to know each other and wander alone on the flower path of the small garden.
3. Ancient poems describe lonely drinking. Tao Yuanming built a house for human feelings, but there were 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 is getting old, but she still feels like a 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 cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. 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 returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.
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.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. 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.
4. Poems describing loneliness are full of Leng Xiang, which is helpful for Qing Ying to invade 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".
5. The poem describing loneliness Wang Wei's "Being in a foreign land, one misses everywhere" is a wandering loneliness. Li Shangyin's "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" is a kind of loneliness that is about to disappear; Yan Shu's "helpless flowers, small garden fragrance path wandering alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness; Li Yu's "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" and "The old country is unbearable to look back on the bright moon" is the loneliness of a monarch who has lost his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and so are people with lofty ideals. Qu Yuan was exiled, wandering by the river, feeling that the world was muddy, and I was alone, which was a profound loneliness. Jia Yi is in Changsha, feeling the autumn wind rustling and falling leaves, which is a kind of loneliness without talent; Zhuge Liang devoted himself to his life and made great efforts for the prosperity of Shu Han. He has a wise moment of solitude, which is a kind of loneliness with no one to share the burden. Chen Ziang said on the stage in Youzhou, "Where was the past before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? Miss the world, and I am alone in tears ",this is a kind of loneliness that no one understands; Li Bai's When Will I See the Spring? It is a kind of loneliness that can't be achieved with empty ambition. Xin Qiji's "patting the railing all over, no one attended, he came to the scene" is a kind of loneliness without a confidant.
6. Seek lonely and lonely poems, with lonely lips and soft hearts.
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.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
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! Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is 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. Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, 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 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.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. 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.
Man Fang Ting Pavilion hides spring, idle windows sell the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind. 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. I prefer Li Qingzhao's ci, and I chose a few.
7. An ancient poem describing loneliness 1, I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, 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. The Xu Mo cup is dark amber, and it melts before getting drunk. 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.
8. Describe the lonely ancient poet and how to defeat him.
Sound is hard to find. Wine column sings, jade respects heaven! Good things are close, and the wind will spend deep.
After begonia blooms. Three glasses and two glasses of light wine.
Whoever sent Yun Jin's book is an old friend. It's almost dark, and there is a pile of red snow outside the curtain. When the temperature was warm and cold that day.
Stand by the bar, sad and sad. How can I be very dark alone? Cherish the spring to go, looking at the way back, just not in the mood, how can a person.
A kind of acacia, but in my heart. What was the first time? Indus rain more in Mao Mao? The word "wild goose" came back in time, bit by bit. Who can pick it now? When will it rain? The west wing will be full moon, and at dusk, who is on the blue boat? Looking at the window, one inch is tender and two places are idle.
What is the hardest thing to lose? Wild goose crossing also. Gently put down Luo Shang. It's late in the wind. Take it lightly. It's the season of hurting spring.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. A slice of plum, red lotus root, fragrant jade, a touch of crimson lips, lonely boudoir in late autumn.
There is no way to eliminate this situation. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Dreams are unbearable.
9. An ancient poem about loneliness "Dianjiang Lip"
Li Qingzhao-Southern Song Dynasty
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.
A slow voice
Li Qingzhao
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!
Bu operator. Residential Works of Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou
-Su Shi-Northern Song Dynasty
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw you living alone, vague and lonely.
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.
Zui Hua Yin
-Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. There are double ninth festival, jade pillow dresser, and it is cool in the middle of the night. 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.