Poems about loneliness in the middle of the night 1. Poetry about loneliness at night
Wang Wei's "being a stranger alone in a foreign land, missing everywhere alone" 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 future"
This is the loneliness of a fallen king.
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 all his efforts to the prosperity of Shu Han until his death. He has a wise moment alone, which is
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.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
within walking distance
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Xiangzi
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
2. What poems describe lonely nights?
1. Autumn wind came to Wan Li last night. The moon climbed into the sleeping tent, and the air conditioner penetrated the man's sleeve. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: Last night's autumn wind seemed to come from my hometown thousands of miles away. The moon climbed the curtains of the sleeping place, and cold air penetrated into people's sleeves.
2. Some guests are worried and have insomnia. I can't stand the sound of the water clock, the sound of the long night. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: As a stranger, I can't sleep with a quilt. What's more, I can't stand the sound of leaking pots and feel the night is long.
3. Broken dreams, a pillow of acacia tears. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"
Interpretation: It is very sad to wake up in a dream, and my face is full of acacia tears when I wake up.
Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter. Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles. -"Midnight Autumn Wind Entering the Window at Four o'clock"
Interpretation: Autumn wind blows into the room from the window, curtains float with the wind, and bright moonlight fills the boudoir, arousing women's soft yearning. Looking up at the high moon as a token, I think of my relatives who went to war, and my heart is full of helplessness and sadness. How I wish this bright moonlight could send my lovesickness to my distant relatives.
Remember to meet after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji
Interpretation: Since that parting, I always recall that wonderful meeting, and I don't know how many times I dreamed of that time with you.
There is a silver-red photo left tonight. I'm afraid that meeting was a dream. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji
Interpretation: I specially raised a silver lamp to look at you tonight. I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream again.
7. It's late at night. A sad song, tears are dark. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, the Lonely Fangfei Festival"
Interpretation: It's late at night. A sad song made my tears fall sporadically.
8. The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the Milky Way is quiet. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"
Interpretation: There are few stars, the moonlight across the Tianhe River is cold, and everything is silent. Only I sing alone.
9. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? When you come in the evening, you have a lot of worries. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"
Interpretation: My hometown is away from Wan Li, Qian Shan, and I feel homesick at night.
10. Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. -Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan
Commentary: When I lived in Handan inn, it happened to be the winter solstice of the lunar calendar. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.
3. 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.
4. Looking for lonely poems at midnight
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight to the passenger ship. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river snow, a lonely boudoir, full of sorrow. Cherish spring, rush to spend the rain, lean on the railing, but unintentionally! Where are people? It's almost dark, and I can't see the way back. Huanxisha's Moho cup is dark amber, but it melted before getting drunk. It should be late to relax the clock. It refreshes the mind and dreams, breaks the cold, loosens the golden bun, and wakes up with a red candle. The voice is slow and quiet, sad and sad. When it's warm at first, it's the hardest to rest. Three cups and two lamps are light. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! The good news is that the wind will set the flowers deep and there is a pile of red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of begonia, it is the season of hurting spring. The bar sings jade and respects the sky, the blue jar is dark and bright, and the soul dream is unbearable, and it is even more weeping. Wuling spring fragrance is exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair in the evening. When things are idle, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is going to fade. The word "wild goose" returns, and the west wing is full of moons. Bloom flowers fall, flowing water flows by itself. There is a kind of acacia, and there are two concerns. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I can't bear it. The next day I had sex with Qiu Guang. When I explored Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang, I felt very hurt. The first time I tried thin clothes, the green ants had a new taste, and it gradually began to rain and cooled down. At dusk, I feel sad and nervous, when I wake up. No one arrived, very lonely, like He Xun in Yangzhou. Never like rhyme wins, borrow rain embarrassed, not resistant to the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? Don't hate the fragrance, but trust the channel and sweep away the traces. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is dark, and it's still romantic.