Poems about lonely nights 1. Poems about lonely nights.
1, Pride of Fisherman Qiu Si Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
Original text:
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. From all directions, the wailing of the border earth sounded with the horn, in the mountains. Twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the gates of the isolated city are closed.
After drinking a cup of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away and have a lot of thoughts. Thinking of the uneven border and unfinished business, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep. The generals and soldiers were stained white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.
2. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Original text:
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Stop writing to the North Campus and let me go back to that shabby hut in Nanshan. I don't have any talent. No wonder I'm disheartened and my old patient is unfamiliar. The frequent appearance of white hair makes people aging day by day, and the arrival of spring forces the old year to pass away. I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.
3. Yue Ming He Jiao Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Original text:
Moon how bright, shine on my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone?
Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible; Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.
4, "Shang Tang" Han Dynasty: Zhen Fu
Original text:
Thinking of you is often bitter and sad, and I can't sleep at night.
Don't give up what you love because of your noble behavior.
Miss you often make me cry, and I can't sleep at night. Please don't abandon what you loved before because of your great virtue. Don't throw away onions and shallots because of fish; Don't give up donating money and materials just because you are humble.
5. "Three Poems of Seven Injuries, Part Two" Han Dynasty: RoyceWong
Original text:
Man Jing is not my hometown, so what is long-term stagnation?
The ark belongs to the river, and the dusk worries my heart.
The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade.
The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest.
The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore.
The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt.
I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano.
Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry.
The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.
Jingzhou is not my hometown, but I stayed here for a long time? Looking from a distance, the boat went upstream in the middle of the river, and it was getting late, which reminded me of my homesickness. On the hillside, the afterglow of the sun is reflected, and the shadow under the ditch rock is darker.
The running fox is busy rushing back to his cave, and the flying birds are hovering on the nest. The rough waves on the river are crashing, apes are singing in the forest on the shore, the swift river wind lifts my sleeve, and the autumn dew wets my skirt.
Late at night, I was lonely and sleepless, so I got up with my clothes on and picked up the bronze harp. Tongqin seems to understand my mind and give me a sad accent. When is the end of relying on others, my heart is full of sadness that is difficult to send away.
2. Lonely poems 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.
3. 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.
4. 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. -Interpretation of Su Shi's Liang Zhu's Autumn Wind Came to Wan Li Last Night: Last night's autumn wind seemed to come from his 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. -Interpretation of Su Shi's Autumn Wind Came to Wan Li Last Night: Being in a foreign land, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep.
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.
-Interpretation of Su Shi's "butterfly lovers Autumn Wind Came to Wan Li Last Night": I was sad when I woke up, and my face was full of love and tears when I woke up. Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter.
Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles. -Interpretation of "The Four Seasons Song of Midnight Autumn Wind Entering the Window": Autumn wind blows into the room from the window, curtains float with the wind, and the bright moonlight fills the boudoir, evoking the tenderness of women's thoughts.
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. -Song Yan Dao Ji's Interpretation of the Partridge: Since that parting, I have always recalled 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. -Song Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Sky" Interpretation: Tonight, I specially raised a silver lamp to study you carefully. I am really afraid that this meeting will appear in my dream again.
7. It's late at night. A sad song, tears are dark.
-Interpretation of Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry, the Lonely Fangfei Festival": It is already 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. -Interpretation of Homesickness on a Moonlit Night: 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. -Interpretation of homesickness on a moonlit night: My hometown is thousands of miles away from Qian Shan, and I feel homesick at night.
10. Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. -Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Going Home Last Night on the Winter Solstice": When I lived in the 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.
5. 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? If you don't hate incense, you must believe in channels and sweep away traces. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is dark, and it's still romantic.
6. Ancient poems describing loneliness
1, I miss heaven and earth, there is no limit, no end, and I cry alone.
2, outside the bridge, lonely and open.
3, 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.
4. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who is the heartbreaker?
5. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.
7, this time, what a sad sentence!
8. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
9, the soul dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing.
10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.
1 1. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!
12, the old country is unbearable to look back.
13, it's hard to say, the bright window is pale and the thin shadow is still romantic.
14, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.
15, but the flowers are falling, and Xiaoyuanxiang Trail wanders alone.
16, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.
17, the sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.
18, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?
19, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
20. The Xu Mo cup is dark amber, and it melts before getting drunk. It's time to come. It's late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
2 1, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
22. Whoever sees a lonely person is a lonely shadow.
23. Lonely and sad cries fly to the moon and shadows.
24, sitting alone, advocating alone, paying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
25. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss this leisurely world, I am alone, and my tears fall down.