2, sitting alone, advocating independent pay, lying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
The sober man and saint of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker left his name.
5, the soul dream is unbearable, more embarrassing.
6, it's hard to say, the window is bright and clean, and the shadow is still romantic.
7. I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
8. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
10, who saw a lonely person traveling alone, ethereal and lonely.
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1 1, 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.
12, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
13, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?
14, all the lonely cries fly towards the moon and shadow.
15, broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.
16, this time, what a sad sentence!
17, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.
18, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.
19, walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!
2. Poems about Loneliness In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell of the passenger ship rang at midnight.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. 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.
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.
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's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by 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.
3. Describe the poem Wandering Alone 1. The hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. I am very comfortable except working at night [Don]. Come back, I want to know, just this month, will my own trip to the south be turned back? When the tide ebbs, the river stops, and the forest is foggy. But tomorrow morning, when we cross this mountain, the dawn will be white. The wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain is engraved with the plum tree in my hometown (Song Wenzhi, winter goes and spring comes. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. We meandered along the blue mountain, and my boat and I walked along the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind to blow my lonely sail. Things have changed day and night, and Jiang Chunren is old. Where is the hometown book? People only leave home for seven days in spring. When they return to the wild goose, they will think about it before they spend it. Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") 7. Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. You can't miss your hometown in this nocturne. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. Ten frost in the guest house, I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao:) What is life without you for me? . 10, the old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) 1 1, Bai Shu Habitat Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose head Qiu Si will fall on. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian (He: Letter from Home) 13/ You from the old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: Zashi).
4. Poems describing wandering abroad and wanting to go home There were many poems describing wandering abroad in ancient times. Common ones are:
1. I am wandering today, waiting for the swan goose, and the north and south are impermanent-Su Shi's "Two Rhyme Monks and Gods". Interpretation: I am now wandering like a wild goose, and there is no fixed place in Jiangnan and Jiangbei;
2. The northeast is lonely in the dust, and the southwest between heaven and earth is wandering-Du Fu's One of the Five Poems about Love. Interpretation: Guanzhong people were displaced and fled to the southwest to escape the war;
3. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered my home-Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Interpretation: I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown;
4. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season-on Wang Wei's "Living in a Mountain Holiday and Thinking of Shandong Brothers". Interpretation: It is inevitable that a person will always be a bit bleak when he is outside. Every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival, I miss my distant relatives.
5. Life is long and meaningless, nostalgia and homesickness-Li Shangyin is untitled. Interpretation: How can you not care about anything when you are alive? One is homesickness and the other is homesickness, which are enough to make people old;
6. It's easy to get hurt from a distance, and the situation has been declining year after year-Dugu and Watching the Show with Huangfu Shiyu in Spring. Interpretation: Far away from home, anxious to return is even worse, with gray temples.
In addition, the ancient poems that can express homesickness are as follows:
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Wandering abroad and wanting to go home means missing home, hometown and family.
Ancient poetry is often expressed by observing things and thinking about people. Nostalgia poems mainly describe the wandering and lonely mood of wanderers living in different places and their yearning for their relatives in their hometown. For example, Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, Wen's Early Journey to the Good, Wang Wei's Brothers Silu on Mountain Holiday, and Shi Zhen's On the River, etc.
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