Poetry about loneliness in the rain 1. Seek a poem about rain, create it yourself, and feel very lonely.
Concentrated thoughts
The hurt of love
The pain of the past
Elegant thinking
Beating notes
Deduced the happiness of the past.
Salty tears, light injuries.
Passers-by in a hurry can't find the former figure.
Ticking rain, trembling wind
Trembling, I swayed in the wind and rain.
The fragrance of the earth, the yearning of the bud.
Let me move forward firmly.
Aesthetic bubble, affectionate tears
Can't change the sweetness of the past.
Lonely figure, lingering feelings
Night, beautiful romance.
Distant camouflage, confusion behind you
Bloody demons bring twisted fantasies.
Traceless tears took everything away.
Everything is so cruel.
Color rose
Gorgeous wound
Ruthless betrayal
It means never looking back.
Meet without tears
Farewell without hatred
Piecemeal experience
Not in my head.
I'm not stupid.
I'm too realistic.
Do you remember?
I loved you.
If you love me, please leave me
Let me know that you still love me.
Like the feeling of being loved
But sweetness is so short.
Once met and hated each other.
Now the ending is speechless.
Right or wrong moment
The moment of separation and integration
Waving goodbye never changes.
Forgetting used to be so hard.
Don't be silly, okay?
Love is illusory.
In the days to come
Love when you find it.
Do what you like for the person you love.
Tears are floating in the sky outside the window.
I missed it once and felt a little cold.
The dark sky is a true portrayal of my heart.
Your back has appeared in my dreams from time to time.
As close as possible, as far as possible
Like truth, like a lie.
Fuzzy
The distance between your hands
Approaching slowly
Wake up
What's left is
A cold injury
What accompanies me is just
That distant oblique shadow
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic and tangled.
I'm not cruel. How can I gain a foothold in the present situation?
Attitude to life
Showing countless sorrows.
The cruel reality.
Dispel countless reverie ...
2. Lonely and sad sentences in rainy days
1. When I miss the rain, I am like a thirsty seedling, looking forward to the rain when my worries and sadness are very heavy.
2. I can't believe that love at first sight is a lie, and I pray for a hundred years in prison.
3, I don't believe that I can't burn my love in the lonely snow for the rest of my life. I can't see the figure in front of me. The world leaves a beautiful face, and the flowers in the bright moon dream are scattered. How can a Chinese odyssey forget to cry in the middle of the night?
When it rains, it always makes people's thoughts drift away with the wind.
5, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.
6. Cook beans and burn beans, and treat it as juice. Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other? Cao Zijian's Seven Steps Poetry
7, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Yuan Zhen's "Four Poems Thinking"
8, the teacher is a real name, who is better than a thousand years.
9. If you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, you will float and sink at different potentials. When can we meet in harmony? Cao Zhi's Tall Buildings and Bright Moon
10, clearly listening to the sound of raindrops, your breath is like raindrops infiltrating into my love.
1 1. Flowers drift with the water, and one kind of lovesickness is at leisure. I can't get rid of this situation, just frown and worry. Song Liqing's "A Plum"
3. What are the poems about rain and loneliness?
1. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Time: Tang Author: Du Fu knows the rainy season and when spring happens.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. 2. "Qingming" era: Tang Author: Du Mu Qingming Festival rains in succession, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 3. "Send Yuan Er Shi An" Time: Tang Author: Wang Weiwei Chengchao rain light dust, guest house green willow color new.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. 4. "Crossing the Zero Ocean" Years: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang comes through thick and thin, and the stars hold the moon.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. 5. "Like a dream, the rain suddenly blew last night" Time: Song Author: Li Qingzhao last night, the rain suddenly blew, a deep sleep without residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but I still know Haitang.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. 6. "Poor girl is like powder" Time: Song Author: Mei poor girl is like a powder house, whoever cries is sad.
She said that there was a father at home, except for her daughter, and there was no Ding Zhuang. The county magistrate dared to refuse to accept the attitude of the county magistrate to betray him.
The old father was overwhelmed for a moment and walked on the road with crutches. Before leaving, please ask your neighbor for help, hoping to help the weak woman.
Just now, I heard from my fellow villagers that he was very upset when he asked them about his father's whereabouts. Sure enough, my father froze to death on the river bank in the cold rain.
My thin woman has no one to rely on, and my father's body can't be buried. My daughter is not as good as a man, but I am alive. What can I stand?
Touching the cavity and shouting at the sky, whether I am alive or dead is really a dilemma! 7. "Zhang Zigong's Rice Inspiration Institute" Time: Song Author: Once upon a time, I was born with hoarse shoulders, born in June and autumn.
Dewdrops are still photosynthetic, and the air in the morning is moving and fragrant. Lai Jun came to the lonely garden, and Ipsec was ashamed of me.
Monk windows each occupy a mountain color, and there is a pot of tea everywhere. 8. Sigh Year: Song Author: Man, the world owes this man.
Ignorant children can't eat enough, and worried women are tired of family poverty. Rain and snow come late, and plum urges Liu Chun.
A lifetime of kindness, a person sighs and sinks. 9. "Tibetan Qing" year: Song Author: Lou led a military visit, hiding in the depths of the bamboo forest.
I'm here to see you. People die, but let the valley go. Gui Ling ran into Chengtan, and the rain fell on the waterfall.
If people are still the same as they are today, they will still miss their old huts. I have heard of ancient gentlemen who were lonely for thousands of years.
Chu can't recruit, you are pregnant with a tree. 10. "Yuan Cishan is a proverb" Time: Song Author: Li Xinba is lazy and jealous of wandering hands, lonely and poor.
Deaf people make a living by it. I'm so cute.
If you get into trouble, who will accept stubbornness According to Ma Mao, it is full of car dust.
Embarrassed and lame again. Chu Er was neither sad nor angry when he came.
The arrogance of color comes from the room and everything is noble. If you are angry, you will become Shan Gui's neighbor.
If you don't eat fire for seven days, you will die. So, on the side of the road, speaking of hiding.
When the child reaches his mouth, the follower is also in Chen. Only the corpse of Wang Ping can be identified, and the string song Xing Tan Chun.
If you can't smell shame, you can't moan. Only now, fake is better than real.
The cup is cold and full of energy. Licking hemorrhoids is not afraid to kiss your lips.
Rub your feet and brush your beard, and you will feel ashamed. Xuanran is on the chariot and horse, and his spirit is unparalleled.
Please take the wind and thunder, pay tribute to the officials and scold them often. Taste Guo Shuxian, who was the first emperor and minister.
Wine accidentally holds the earth valley and speaks like a gentleman. Clothes and turtle purple chapter, solution and clothes knot quail.
Help lift up the wasteland in the ditch and you can sit on the table. He who knows righteousness will be poor for a long time.
Returning to the first sunshine, the new fern never tires of seeing it.
4. Ask a lonely and helpless poem on a cold rainy night.
1, cold rain outside the window, lonely in Yi Deng. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?
Linjiang County's banana is heartbroken: Nalan Xingde
A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.
Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?
Explanation:
Outside the window, the drip of rain hitting banana reminds me of the original scene, which makes my heart break. Before going to bed, I looked through old letters and looked at a notebook full of acacia feelings, and then I remembered what she looked like when she first learned to write.
Looking at these scattered books, I couldn't help crying. On this cold rainy night, in front of the dark window, I lit a lonely lamp. I thought love was over, but who can tell whether it is affectionate or heartless?
2, there are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and helpless!
Clouds and eddies of Sauvignon Blanc in the Five Dynasties: Li Yu
A cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt. This snail is very light.
There are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and helpless!
Explanation:
A bunch of coiled bun with a hairpin inserted on it, and a light coat with a light skirt, I don't know why I frowned slightly.
Standing alone in front of the window, the wind and rain are mixed, and the bananas outside the window are also in twos and threes. What should I do in this long lonely night?
3. Autumn wind: Wan Li hibiscus, Muyu Li Qian. Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?
Five Dynasties Autumn Rain Stay in Xiangjiang River: TanYongzhi.
Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.
Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?
Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.
Explanation:
Clouds are gathering over Xiangjiang River, which makes people feel depressed. Wandering on the riverbank in the middle of the night, thinking about Liu Kun's great ambition.
Autumn wind is blowing, and Wan Li hibiscus flowers are swaying. Dusk rain washes the dust, and the litchi in Qiancun is green and lovely.
Homesickness is unbearable, and it is even more lamentable to see orange pomelo. Wandering in a foreign land, such as being abandoned in Shan Ye, is not valued.
Even the fisherman did not say a word to me when he saw me. Since playing the flute back to the island.
4, autumn rain, autumn rain, day and night, tick by tick. I invited the goose several times, but failed to arrive as scheduled. The goose returned, but the person did not return.
Five Dynasties of River Biography and Autumn Rain: YEATION
Autumn rain, autumn rain, day and night, falling.
The dark lights are cold and the resentment is separated, and the demon Ji is very sad.
The west wind is a little noisy, stopping and continuing, and the face is tired and hanging double jade.
I invited the goose several times, but failed to arrive as scheduled. The goose returned, but the person did not return.
Explanation:
Autumn rain is continuous! Autumn rain is continuous! Day and night, constantly drifting. In the dim light, she lay on the cold mat, resenting the separation from her lover. The beautiful girl can't help being so sad.
The west wind is getting urgent, blowing the bamboo branches in front of the window. On and off, two lines of tears hung on her powdered face. Originally, it was agreed many times to meet each other when the geese returned in autumn, but the other party failed to meet the deadline many times. Seeing the geese return, people don't return.
5, tomorrow, don't go upstairs, it's raining upstairs.
"Operator, Wind and Rain Send People" Song: Traveling to the Second Duke
Wind and rain give people away, and wind and rain keep people alive. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go.
Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs.
Explanation:
It is the spring rain that sends people away, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people alive. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was the wind and rain that urged people to leave.
Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.
5. Lonely people walk in the rain at night.
The closure of the river channel makes Zhou Bangyan gradually turn to the sky when it turns cloudy and sunny in autumn, and it becomes chilly.
Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds. The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off.
The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night? 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.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
(Concealed head: never lonely) Except for the night shift (high comfort), the cold light in the hotel stays awake alone. Why does the guest's heart turn sad? Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Author of Youzhou Tower: Where was the lost time before me? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Thirty-six, Mancheng's "Ink Edge" has a thousand words, and there are many thoughts in the dream.
When shall we meet again after the Ming Dynasty? Pushing away ten thousand volumes of poetry books, the cold window sighs alone. Lonely geese flying south in tears, have you ever reached the other side? I hope that after five thousand years, things have changed, and my infatuation will remain unchanged.
The vast night sky is full of stars. There is a blue sky, what are you afraid of? The seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
You and I, forever, thousands of miles away, share weal and woe. Xiu De studied poetry, cultivated self-cultivation, looked up and down, and kept it in mind. He is obsessed with his country, but his blood is in the mountains. In the turbulent times, he held high his thoughts and meditated for a long time.
When the world was in chaos, I spoke highly of it and thought about it for a long time. I met a bosom friend for half my life and felt deeply stung. Ming Dynasty took my sword with you, feather fan and black silk scarf to collect dust, and Long Yun will come and go. I have always wanted to be a villager all my life, and the breeze will be in my arms tomorrow. When the ape crane hears me touch the piano again, God often changes its luck. Sow a peaceful spring for the people.
Being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish, and being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish. It is always a tear to know who is drunk in the frost forest. The affection, sadness and parting since ancient times are nothing compared with the cold autumn festival. Wang Wei's "being in a foreign land, there is no one in Cornus 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.
From a pot of wine among flowers, who has no parents and lives alone. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Touching the lips (Li Qingzhao) is lonely and full of sorrow. Cherish spring and urge flowers to 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.
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.
6. Ask for a poem about rain, create it yourself, and feel lonely.
Concentrated thoughts
The hurt of love
The pain of the past
Elegant thinking
Beating notes
Deduced the happiness of the past.
Salty tears, light injuries.
Passers-by in a hurry can't find the former figure.
Ticking rain, trembling wind
Trembling, I swayed in the wind and rain.
The fragrance of the earth, the yearning of the bud.
Let me move forward firmly.
Aesthetic bubble, affectionate tears
Can't change the sweetness of the past.
Lonely figure, lingering feelings
Night, beautiful romance.
Distant camouflage, confusion behind you
Bloody demons bring twisted fantasies.
Traceless tears took everything away.
Everything is so cruel.
Color rose
Gorgeous wound
Ruthless betrayal
It means never looking back.
Meet without tears
Farewell without hatred
Piecemeal experience
Not in my head.
I'm not stupid.
I'm too realistic.
Do you remember?
I loved you.
If you love me, please leave me
Let me know that you still love me.
Like the feeling of being loved
But sweetness is so short.
Once met and hated each other.
Now the ending is speechless.
Right or wrong moment
The moment of separation and integration
Waving goodbye never changes.
Forgetting used to be so hard.
Don't be silly, okay?
Love is illusory.
In the days to come
Love when you find it.
Do what you like for the person you love.
Tears are floating in the sky outside the window.
I missed it once and felt a little cold.
The dark sky is a true portrayal of my heart.
Your back has appeared in my dreams from time to time.
As close as possible, as far as possible
Like truth, like a lie.
Fuzzy
The distance between your hands
Approaching slowly
Wake up
What's left is
A cold injury
What accompanies me is just
That distant oblique shadow
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic and tangled.
I'm not cruel. How can I gain a foothold in the present situation?
Attitude to life
Showing countless sorrows.
The cruel reality.
Dispel countless reverie ...
7. Poems describing the loneliness of rain
Dianjiangchun
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sadness.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Slow voice
(Li Qingzhao)
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
Jiapo, a light wine, how can light wine compare with evening breeze, phoenix rain and a trace of sadness.
I can't dream of breaking my hometown. There is no such sound in my hometown.