1. Poems about women’s loneliness
Poems about women’s loneliness 1. Poems or words that describe women’s loneliness and sadness
Jiang Kui
< p> Parting in this world is easy for a long time.Seeing plum branches, I suddenly feel lovesick.
Several times, the small window and the dream are carried hand in hand.
There is no place to be found in my dream tonight,
Wandering, cold,
Unknown yet.
Wet red hate ink shallow seal title.
The treasure zither is empty, and no wild goose is flying.
Walking through the alleys,
There is nothing left, and the ancient trees are slanting.
Old Testament boat,
My heart has gone wrong.
After singing about the spring grass in Huainan,
It is lush again.
The wanderer’s clothes were filled with tears.
Reminiscing about Wang Sun
Jiang Kui
The cold red leaves are falling on the pond in autumn,
The same boat as the floating clouds.
There is no freedom in Jiangnan.
Take precautions,
You can expect Yinluan to be sad every night.
Lixi Meiling
Bingchendong returned from Wuxi
for this meaning.
Jiang Kui
Good flowers do not belong to those who are fragrant.
Sparkling waves.
I am afraid that the spring breeze will return and the green will become overcast.
Where to find the jade diamond?
Mulan's sculls dream of clouds.
Xiao Hengchen.
Looking for Yingying at the foot of Gushan Mountain.
The kingfisher crows in spring.
Linjiang Fairy
After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtain is low when drunk.
Last year spring came with regret.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart.
The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
2. Poems about lonely women
Red lips
Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse clocks have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
The voice is slow
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The sycamore tree is covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Good things are coming soon
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue was empty, and the green vat was dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
The courtyard is full of beauty
The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like being in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
3. What are the poems that describe women’s loneliness
1. "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Divorces"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
The warm rain and clear wind have just broken through the freezing cold. Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who has sex with drunken poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy.
When I first try to clip the gold thread seam on my shirt, I lean on the mountain pillow, and the hairpin head phoenix is ??damaged by the pillow. Holding one's arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams. It's still late at night and there are still lights and flowers.
2. "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted, miserable and miserable . It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
3. "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty and Thick Clouds, Worrying about the Everlasting Day"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Thick mist and thick clouds worry about the everlasting day, Rui Nao eliminates the gold beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
4. "Red Lips·Lonely Purdah"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Lonely in the purdah, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish the spring to go. At what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning all over the corridor, there is just no emotion. Where are the people. The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
5. "Like a Dream: Who sits alone by a bright window"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Who sits alone by a bright window, I*** There are two shadows. When the lights are gone and I'm about to fall asleep, the shadows also cast me away.
Without that, without that, I am so miserable.
4. Verses praising women's loneliness
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
Red lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine contains thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse clocks have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
The voice is slow
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The parasol trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Good things are coming soon
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I worry about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
The courtyard is full of beauty
The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like being in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
5. Who knows the poem that describes a woman who is alone and in a sad mood?
1. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain? ---"Red Lips" by Li Qingzhao
Analysis: In the deep boudoir, I feel deeply lonely, with a thousand knots of worry in my belly, and nowhere to relieve myself. I cherish the spring, but it leaves ruthlessly, leaving only the window. A little rain made the flowers fall.
2. Rui Nao Xiang quells the soul and dreams, ward off the cold golden bun and pines, and the sky is red with candles when you wake up. ---"Huanxisha" by Li Qingzhao
Analysis: The heroine comes to drink wine at night to relieve her sorrow. The loneliness when she wakes up from the dream implies infinite feelings of separation. Through the comparison between before and after the dream, the young woman's heavy sorrowful thoughts are highlighted from the side.
3. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ---"Slow Voice" Li Qingzhao
Analysis: After the Jingkang Incident, Li Qingzhao's country was destroyed, his family was destroyed, his husband died, and his personnel were injured.
During this period, her works no longer had the freshness and pleasantness of the past, with shallow pouring and singing, but instead became melancholy and sad, mainly describing her longing for her late husband Zhao Mingcheng and her own lonely and desolate situation.
4. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. ---"Wulingchun" Li Qingzhao
Analysis: Everything has passed. The sun went down, and I tiredly combed my hair and prepared to lie down. At this time, I thought that the objects in front of me were still the same, but the people were different, and the past was past. Thinking of all this, tears flowed out before I could say anything.
5. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. ---"One Cut Plum" by Li Qingzhao
Analysis: Flowers drift freely, water drifts freely, a kind of parting lovesickness, you and me, affecting the sorrow of both places. Ah, what cannot be ruled out is that - this lovesickness, this sorrow of separation, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly lingered in my heart again.
6. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ---"Drunk Flower Yin" Li Qingzhao
Analysis: How can this time and place not be sad? The west wind suddenly picked up, rolling in through the curtains, and the person looked even more haggard than the yellow flower.
7. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ---"Poppy" Li Yu
Analysis: You ask me how much sadness I have. That sadness is like a river in spring, flowing eastward in a torrent.
6. Poems about lonely women
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir in a lone boat, fishing alone in the cold river, with rosy lips and lonely boudoir, an inch of soft intestine full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. Huanxi sand is more like a cup of deep amber, which melts before it becomes intoxicating. It is sparse in time to respond to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and clear, miserable and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Good things come close to the wind and the flowers fall deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
7. Women's sad poems
Jiang Kui's separation in the world is easy for a long time. Seeing plum branches, I suddenly miss lovesickness. Several times, we hold hands together in dreams through the small window. There is no place to be found in my dreams tonight. Wandering for a long time, the cold invades the quilt, and it is not known yet. The title is covered with wet red hateful ink. The treasure kite is empty, and no wild geese fly. Jun wanders in the alleys, counting the empty space, and the ancient trees are slanting. The Old Testament is in the boat, and the thoughts have become wrong. After singing Huainan The spring grass is luxuriant and luxuriant. There are stray guests, and the clothes are full of tears. I recall Wang Sun, Jiang Kui, the cold red leaves on the pond in autumn, and the long and floating clouds in the same boat. I am not free in the south of the Yangtze River. I have two plans, and I can sing Luan every night. Sorrow. The Plum Blossoms of Li River return from Wuxi in winter, which means this. Jiang Kui's beautiful flowers are not the same as those of Xiang people. The waves are sparkling. And I am afraid that the spring wind will return and the green will become overcast. Where can I find the jade mother-of-pearl? Mulan Scull Dream Zhongyun. Xiaohengchen. Diffuse towards the foot of the Gushan Mountain to find Yingying. The green bird crows for a spring. The tower behind the fairy dream of Linjiang is high and locked, and the curtain is drooped when sober. The regret of last year's spring comes but it comes. The fallen flower is independent and the light swift swallows Flying together. I remember the first time Xiao Ping met, with the double heart word Luo Yi. The pipa string said lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds when they returned. Poems or words describing a woman's loneliness and sadness_Baidu.