Poetry about enduring loneliness 1. Poetry about enduring loneliness
Wang Wei thought of my brothers in Shandong when he was on holiday in the mountains.
A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
He Zhangzhi returned to his hometown to write a book.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Yu Di's sound of flying in the dark filled Los Angeles with spring breeze.
No one will miss the national conditions when he hears the willow branches in this serenade.
Liu Zao swam to the second place.
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
A long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is now only the Yellow Crane Tower.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.
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Moon how bright, shine on my bed.
Too worried to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should a person complain about the trouble of running away from home?
Led him back to his room, his clothes were covered with tears.
2. Lonely poems
Lonely poems
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;
3. Poems describing loneliness
1, Chang 'e
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Through the screen decorated with mica, the shadow of the candle gradually faded. The Milky Way is also quietly disappearing, and the morning star sinks into the dawn. Chang 'e in the Moon Palace may regret stealing Houyi's elixir of life. Now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her with a lonely heart every night.
2. "Linjiang Xian, where is it?"
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
Where is the fleeting time? Rustling is autumn again. It's getting dark, the grass is fading and the clouds are getting flat. Where the sun shines, a tower rests on an isolated city.
Independent and desolate, who speaks? Looking back, the palace is magnificent. The red wall was blurred in the fog. Helpless, I am the highest level.
In an instant, youth has passed away, and the rustling of fallen leaves symbolizes the coming of autumn. The grass on the horizon has withered and yellow, and it is connected with the clouds on the horizon. As the sun sets, the sun shines through the gap, and the elongated tower shadow leans against the tower in the distance.
I stood alone in the cold wind, I didn't know where I was, but I didn't know who to say. When I suddenly turned around, the palace stood in the distance. The red palace wall is not clear in the fog. Standing in the afterglow of the sunset, I can't see all this clearly, but I am on a high place.
3. Disappointment in the Sunset
Tang Dynasty: Ma Dai
Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.
Think of me staying and leaving home for a long time.
Trees in the sun burn to the mountains in autumn.
I dare not take pictures at the water's edge, for fear that I will be shocked to calm down!
A piece of lonely clouds, a bird returning to the forest, has flown thousands of miles in an instant. Remembering that I have been away from home for a long time, I can only sigh when I am in a foreign land. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the tall trees, and the sunset on the autumn mountain is like a fire. I dare not look at my reflection when I am near the water, because I am afraid that my face will change.
4. Sufu
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.
My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
The phoenix tree by the well is teetering in the autumn wind, and only the candle shines on me. In the long night, the sound of the horn is tragic and seems to be talking to itself. Although the moonlight in the sky is good, who will accompany me to enjoy it? How time flies. Where can I find news about my relatives? There is a depression in Guansai, so it is difficult to find the way home. I have endured ten years of wandering life, but I have settled here but managed to live.
5. "Beijing is pregnant in spring"
Tang Dynasty: Du
When I went out to play this year, I came to Chang 'an alone. I didn't watch spring with my friends, and I didn't feel spring.
The flowers in the upper reaches of the garden are free and open, and the willow leaves in front of the beautiful Liu Ying have sprouted.
Friends should be having a good time in Nanqiao at this time, and the general's family are reluctant to disperse.
I am here to see the distant Luoyang and the scenery in spring. When I meet my friends again, next spring will give me a more beautiful spring!
I went out to play this year and came to Chang 'an alone. If you don't have friends to travel with, you will lose the feeling of spring if you look at it with spring worries in your heart. The flowers in Shanglinyuan have blossomed in vain, and the willow leaves in front of Xiliuying have just sprouted.
Friends should be having a good time in Nanqiao at this time, and all the friends of the general's family are reluctant to part. I am here facing the distant Luoyang and the spring scenery, saying that when I meet my friends again, I must give me more beautiful spring scenery next spring!
4. Write more lonely, lonely and helpless poems.
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 323133532363134313032313635333EB893E5b19E313326236333332 are lonely. 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.
5. Poems describing loneliness and sadness
1, Qiuxi
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Falling leaves are like rain, and moonlight is like frost.
Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed?
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When the night wind blows, the leaves are like rain, and the bright moonlight is like frost all over the earth.
Just as I was preparing to sleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help feeling who would like to wipe the dust off my bed.
2, operator, there are plum in the bamboo.
Song Dynasty: Xiang Ziyin
/kloc-When I was 0/8 years old, I watched Mei Zhui and a song and finally fell in love with the ears of a son and a woman.
A plum in the bamboo, the rain quietly washes Juanjuan. It is suspected that beauty comes at dusk and is graceful before the wind.
Who knows the new hate, the past can't be saved, the dream is lonely around the balcony, and the sleeves are cold.
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Looking at plum blossoms for a year and writing poems to pursue peace, I always regret my childlike innocence.
A plum blossom in the bamboo forest looks soft and graceful after being washed by rain. I doubt that this is a beautiful figure in the evening.
Who knows the regret in my heart The past is unbearable. Sleeping dreams linger on the small platform, and only loneliness accompanies them when they come back. At this point, the lingering fragrance of plum blossoms on my sleeve has become cold.
3. Huanxisha Lotus
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Hanging all around, I asked where the clouds were most spent. Draw the sunset and the south bank of the building.
When the weather is cold, people are lonely, and time must be spent with wine. Listen to the music among the flowers.
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Weeping willows surround the thyme lotus. Where are the most lotus flowers? Painting the south bank of the building, the sun sets.
The weather turns cold at first, which brings loneliness in autumn. Xiao Suo's time needs to be spent with wine. Come and listen to blowing sheng sing later.
Step 4 Ask Zhou Zi.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Ask the boat in the evening, what is the future.
Wantou is like a berth, and there is a storm in Huaihe River.
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At dusk, I asked the rower, how many miles are there ahead?
The boatman said, "The boat has just stopped at the bend of the river, and the Huaihe River is high and windy."
Step 5 make an appointment
Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
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Mei Huangshi, everyone was flooded by the rain, and there were bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond.
It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick.
6. Poems about loneliness
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!
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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'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.
7. Ancient poems about loneliness
Dianjiangchun
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
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.
Qin Yi goose
(Li Qingzhao)
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Wulingchun
(Li Qingzhao)
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
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!
A bell ringing in the rain
(liuyong)
Cold and sad,
Yes, Changting is late,
The shower began to stop.
Everyone drinks without emotion,
Nostalgia,
Lanzhou urges hair.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,
I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,
The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Where to wake up tonight,
Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?
Yu Meiren, wait.
8. I want some poems to express loneliness, mainly at home, but less abroad.
1. Who * * * me, drunk the bright moon. -Xin Qiji 2. After people leave, a bright moon is like water. -Xie Yi 3. A goose, half a window, always makes people cry -Cao Zusi. It is expected that the heart will break every year, and the moon will be bright and the mountains will be short. -Su Shi 5. The breeze dispersed the morning glow. Zhongshu No.8. I was disappointed that Xiaoying couldn't see the moon, and since then I have been soundproof. -Uncle Bai had to throw me and Bolt away from yesterday, and another school book was in Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou and Weizhuang.
It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. 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! Bloom, I'm very different from sitting in every corner alone. The lonely figure seems to remind me how lonely I am without you. I think I can get used to living alone. I think I can pretend that I never loved you and gently erase your promise from my memory. Everything is just an illusion. We are always struggling between virtual and reality, and we can't fly out of your sky, because we are always shot down by your gentle and indifferent eyes. Happiness is as short as fireworks. Temporary feelings are as fragile as glass. I feel as if I have been forgotten by the whole world, or you have left me in some deserted desert. No one can tell me why your love blooms in my heart like summer flowers and falls in my dreams like autumn leaves. What can I expect? I think it's time for me to leave and go to a place where there is no sadness, loneliness, bloom and fallen leaves.
When I turned to you after you left, a sad country was full of beautiful wild flowers. From then on, everything was gloomy. After you leave, I will wander in the season of waving, but how can the years stay? I can only look back in the stream of life and study Yingjie's era, just like the withered sadness in the forest. I will sincerely pray for you, so that before you leave, all the blessings in the world can be woven into a gorgeous wreath and hung on your chest. Later, after you left, everything was gloomy and sad, and the countryside was full of beautiful wild flowers. When I turned to you, I ordered my lips to be lonely, and my heart was full of sadness after you left.
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.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is 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.
The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, 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 piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade 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.
Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang. 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. Man Fang Ting Pavilion hides spring, idle windows sell 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 is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind.
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.