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.
Netizens who have seen this beautiful poem have also seen lonely poems, the saddest sentence in the world, and those sad sentences.
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. The poem about loneliness is as follows:
1. Wang Wei's "Being in a foreign land, lacking a person everywhere" is a wandering loneliness.
Said by: Remembering my Shandong brother while vacationing in the mountains is one of the famous works of Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. This poem describes the homesickness of a wanderer. At the beginning of the poem, I cut into the theme and wrote about the loneliness and sadness of living in a foreign land. Therefore, I always miss my hometown and people, and I miss them even more when I meet a festive occasion. Then the poem jumps to writing a brother who is far away from home. When they climbed the mountain according to the custom of the Double Ninth Festival, they also missed themselves. Poetry jumps repeatedly, implicative and deep, simple and natural, tortuous and changeable. Among them, "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" is a famous sentence throughout the ages.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
2. Li Shangyin's "to see the sun, for all his glory, Buried by the Coming Night" is a kind of disappearing loneliness.
From Tang Li Shangyin, the author of Le You Tomb.
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
The last two sentences of this poem are full of philosophy, which says that although things are good, they will die.
3. Yan Shu's "helpless flowers, small garden fragrant path wandering alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness.
From the Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Huanxisha": "Flowers fall without incident, just like meeting a face." Feel helpless about the withering of spring flowers. Describe the feeling of nostalgia for spring but not staying. Later, it generally refers to the melancholy mood of missing things that have disappeared. Words with similar meanings are helpless and helpless.
Shu s Ci of Spring Hate in Huanxisha;
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
3. Poems describing loneliness Wang Wei's poem "Being a stranger in a foreign land, Cornus officinalis is short of one person" 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.
4. Poems praising loneliness 1: Our capital is full of nosy people, and you are lonely, helpless and poor.
2. White rabbits pound medicine in autumn and come back to life in spring. Who is Chang 'e's neighbor?
3: A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
4. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and lanterns on the pearl screen shake my lonely heart to go home.
5. Gushan Temple in the northwest of Jiating has low water level and low cloud feet.
6: the wild path is dark, Jiang Zhouming.
7: Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just crows.
8: Dawn will rise to the future, leaving the old man alone.
9: 00 miles away, there is no place to be sad.
10: Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
1 1: sunset in an isolated village, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree, filled with smoke, next to Fei Ying.
12: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever.
13: high light flashes; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
14: there is nothing to say when going to the west building, and the moon is like a hook.
15: Petunia and Weaver Girl face each other from a distance. Why not restrict the river beam?
16: Dark Snow Mountain in Changyun, Qinghai, overlooking the isolated city of Yumenguan.
But there was a time when I had these friends who brought me happiness at the end of spring.
18: I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.
However-because of your promise-I am waiting for you, waiting, playing the pipa under the vines on the roadside.
20: Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
2 1: Looking at Noda from the front door alone, buckwheat bloom is like snow in the moonlight.
22: I am alone in the grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.
23: Don't make a general taste in your heart.
24: a pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
25: no ghosts, no immortals, peach blossom water.
26: In front of the Yellowstone Tower, there is a river, and it is lazy and sleepy in the spring breeze.
But my relatives and friends didn't give me any news. I was old and sick, and I was alone with my boat.
28: When I saw you alone, I saw a lonely shadow.
29: Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass.
30: the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the lonely sails come from the sun.
3 1: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
32: I move forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky.
33: Outside the sunset, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.
34: Alas, the moon can't drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; .
35: The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
36: Xiao Yuan Xiang Jing wanders alone.
37: the lonely village at the foot of the mountain, the plateau on the horizon.
38: It's dusk, and it's even stormy.
39: Zhong Fang shook off his loneliness and occupied a small garden with a variety of amorous feelings.
40: Go to a tall building alone and look at the horizon.
4 1: In Fuzhou, far away, she was watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room.
42: coming and going alone, being in beauty, that's everything to me.
43: Sounds from all directions rose from the corner, and thousands of miles away, the city was closed by long smoke and sunset.
44: It's cold and rainy at night, Wu, seeing off guests in Chushan.
45: Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us.
46: I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
47: Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.
48: Sunset sets at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke rises from the house.
49: The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still tall mast.
50: Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
5 1: I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
52: drooping leaves on foreign trees, cold light of lonely lanterns at night.
53: Lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
54: Lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but also wants to protect the country and defend the country.
55: I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
A poem expressing a person's inner loneliness: drinking the bright moon alone. One.
Author: Li Bai era: Tang Dynasty
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
A poem describing a person's inner loneliness: Su Shi: Jiangchengzi On the twentieth night of the first month, Mao Yi recorded a dream.
"Ten years of life and death is incredible and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill. "
5. Mid-Autumn Lonely Poems Every Mid-Autumn Festival, we have to wait for the full moon, which is the most lovesick time.
The full moon brings people together. I wish you all the best in this festival of missing.
Since ancient times, the mid-autumn moon is the brightest, and the cool wind waits for the night. One day, the weather was gloomy, there were fish everywhere, and Yue Long was full of water.
February is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people are my best. I sincerely love you and the world can learn from you.
Is it safe to ask thousands of miles? Send my thoughts to you from afar. Love and care, affection and blessing, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
The moon is round and full of feelings. What is a good time?
The full moon brings people together, and no one on the moon separates people. If ruthless, the full moon is also missing, if affectionate, the full moon is also missing.
The bright moon sends acacia thousands of miles away!
6. Expressing Lonely Poems Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and down and out. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -"Mei" by Wang Anshi
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -the first part of Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone".
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Wing without words"
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Episode 6"
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"
A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. -Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services, the Fourth"
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow. -Bai Juyi's Country Night
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, No.5"
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
7. Lonely Poetry Modern Poetry: Lonely Harvester was written by a poet when he was traveling in Scotland.
People who travel in the Arabian desert rest wearily in a cool place; The nightingale's songs are popular with them, but not as good as this singing method; In spring, the cuckoo crows in the farthest hebrides, breaking the silence of the sea between the islands-but it is as exciting as this song. Ancient poetry: drinking Tao Yuanming, building a house in a humanistic environment, no cars and horses.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
Bu operator. Su Shi lives in Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou. When there is no moon, he hangs a sparse tree to make people quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Wang Anshi, solitary, naturally dense and solitary, hundreds of meters high. Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy. Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes. Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.
The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther. She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.
Feng Xiao sang the soul of Han Zhen. After leaving the pond, he often walked around, full of green and jealousy. At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.
Now her face has grown old, but her heart still feels like fresh grass every year. Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? It was almost dark, and as soon as I turned around, I lit the swing and got up to adjust my delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.
Looking back at the door, I smell the green plums in the cup, dark amber and thick. I should melt before I get drunk, so I should arrive late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
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. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. 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. 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.
On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
The lonely goose's rattan bed paper account is sleeping, boundless and without good thoughts. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. 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.