The poems about the lonely and desolate mood include:
The sound of rain gurgling outside a curtain, the wind leaking through the window screen, inviting away the laziness. The soft sound lingers in my ears, my heart is filled with thoughts, and I am greedy for a few moments of leisure.
Two pairs of wine sang together, laughing and drunkenly, leaving all their worries behind. Half a lifetime away, I have forgotten the three thousand disturbances of the world of mortals, and wake up from my dreams in vain.
Listen to the rising wind and falling clouds, watch the flowers bloom and fade, and touch the sunset with your pen. Invite the moonlight into the ink, miss the old appearance, turn around and smell the fragrance half way through the window.
Four thousand mountains of snow, the moon in the cup, lovesickness and wine making, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, among the clouds and water, there is a dream of yellow beams.
Wu Muyu is shy, with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, flowers bloom one by one, passing through the warmth of time. A glimpse of the breeze, meditating in the palm of my hand, passing by one stroke at a time, lying down and watching the joy of the floating world.
The six guardians are quiet, taking advantage of a moment of peace and tranquility, and the small and dense days are lived lightly. Leave a period of time to cook a pot of the noise of the world, and enjoy the ordinary time leisurely.