What poems are there to express loneliness?

1. Poems about loneliness

Poems about loneliness 1. Write sad poems about characters.

A sad poem

1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.

2. 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.

3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.

8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.

9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.

1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.

12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

13, 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.

14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?

16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.

17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.

18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.

19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.

20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.

22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.

23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.

On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long.

25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.

26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of 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.

27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing!

28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden pine is loose. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless. All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.

2. Poems and songs describing people's inner loneliness

1, Jiangsu

Ming Dynasty: Tang Xianzu

After a long silence in Qiu Jiang, I saw the waning moon reflected in Lin Weili.

The sparkling waterfowl is still frightened, and the dewdrop cold firefly is wet and does not fly.

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In the middle of the night, Qiu Jiang went fishing alone. When I woke up, I saw the half-moon waning and the brilliance reflected in the forest.

The flashing waves on the water woke the waterfowl, and they fell asleep again. The cold dew wet the wings of fireflies, and they didn't take off.

2. Mid-Autumn Moon

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

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The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moonshine, and the courtyard is full of moonlight. In the yard, the shadow of phoenix tree is dancing. I am alone in a foreign land, watching the shadow of the moon in the festival. Time goes by slowly and the shadow moves unconsciously.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky and missing Chanjuan in the moon palace, I feel very sorry now. After all, she was only accompanied by Leng Yue and the lonely osmanthus tree.

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Sui Dynasty: Yang Guang

West Western jackdaw flies several times, and the water flows around the lonely village.

Where the sunset was about to set, I looked at the darkness and disappeared.

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Western jackdaw in the west, flying up and down, flowing water, around the lonely village. At night, the sun will set in the west, which makes people feel sad at first sight.

4. Stone suburbs.

Tang Dynasty: Tao Yong

There are red leaves in the court poems, and dark springs are dripping around the sound of the piano.

Outside, the sun is shining, the autumn is crisp, the road is cold, and there is a wisp of smoke.

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Red leaves fall with the wind, covering the whole courtyard, making people feel like they are in the realm of poetry. Stepping on the steps, I only heard the tinkling sound of the piano lingering around me. Oh, that's a hidden flying spring splashing.

Out of the gate, the sun sets, and autumn scenery loses its usual beauty. Only the cold bamboo is left. Hazy smoke rose from the winding stream.

5. quasi-hill article

Tang Dynasty: Xu Hui

Look up at the secluded rock and hope, caress Gui Zhi and meditate.

I will meet Chiyo, and I will go alone.

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Looking up at the deep rocks and longing, stroking the branches of osmanthus fragrans, thoughtfully. After waiting for a thousand years to meet you, why did you leave alone?

3. Poems expressing loneliness

First, the piper went to Lou Yu, and the heartbroken man leaned beside him.

-Song Liqing translated "Sleeping on the Paper Curtain of the Lonely Wild Goose Rattan Bed": Ming Cheng has gone, and people have gone to the building. Even if there is a beautiful plum blossom, who can enjoy it with themselves? Second, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Tang Zongyuan translated "Jiang Xue": On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat was fishing in the snow alone.

Third, ancient sober people and sages have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. -Tang Libai translated "Into the wine, I don't see the gentleman": Since ancient times, sages have always been cold and lonely, and only those who can drink can leave a good reputation.

Fourth, the dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing. -Song Liqing translated "Good things are approaching, the wind will fall deeply": it is difficult to digest in dreams, and there is the sound of thrush.

Five, I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, no end, I am alone, tears fall! -Don Chen Ziang's translation of "On the Tower of Youzhou": There is no end to the world, and tears flow.

4. Ancient poems describing loneliness

Wang Wei's "being a stranger alone in a foreign land, missing the whole place 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.

Dianjiangchun

(Li Qingzhao)

Lonely boudoir,

A gentle heart is full of sadness.

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.

Step 5 write lonely poems

Drinking Tao Yuanming to build a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

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. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. 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 returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.

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! A touch of crimson lips (Li Qingzhao) is a lonely boudoir with an inch of sorrow in her heart. Cherish the spring and leave, urging flowers and rain several times. 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! Yu Linling (Liu Yong) was heartbroken, Changting was late, and the shower began to rest.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. When was the autumn moon sung, and how many of them are known in the past.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. Jade carving fence.

6. Poems describing inner loneliness and sadness

The voice is very slow-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!

7. What poems describe depression and loneliness?

1, 23 horse poems

Year: Tang Author: Li He

The fur pattern of the dragon horse is like a copper coin, and the white hoof gallops like stepping on a cloud.

But no one weaves a splendid picture, and who will cast a Jin Lu for it.

In winter, grass roots are sweet, and on the way to Beijing, snow is like salt.

I don't know whether my mouth is hard or soft, whether to touch the tribulus or to eat it.

I suddenly remembered Zhou Muwang, the son of the emperor, and drove on the Yushan Mountain.

Leave the amusement park with Zou, and Hongji can gallop to the horizon.

This Sergio Maffettone is average, and Fangxing is the essence.

Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound.

The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.

Hungry bones stop teeth, coarse hair wears flowers.

The beads faded, the hair was broken and the saw grew numb.

Ximu Liquor will stop, and East Wang Mi has dried up.

If the king swallows it, who will drag the shaft?

That horse, red, is useless, but Lu Bu can ride it.

I heard that Xiao Guo Frog, a beautiful boy, can be controlled.

Urging the bill to cross the Wujiang River [1] makes the immortal cry.

King [2] Where do you chase heroes today?

The horse was given to the imperial secretary, and the silver shovel stabbed Kirin.

At noon, salt sat on the table and rubbed the dust.

At the beginning of bamboo approval, peach blossoms were not on the upper body.

He must stir the array and use it to show the general.

The Baojun family is famous for its chivalrous character.

Heap gold to buy your bones and send them to King Xiang of Chu.

Sweet and fragrant, the dragon frowned.

Looking back at strangers in the south, who can't meet spring?

How can you be at a loss if you don't hunt from Huan Gong?

Once out of the ditch, look at the clouds.

Tang Jian beheaded Sui Gong, and Mao returned to Taizong.

Don't be too heavy, catch the wind.

White iron files green particles, and fine sand falls between the anvil.

The world pity the thin neck, but gold fears the long teeth.

Bole came up and saw that this is a swift horse, and its hair grows on its abdomen!

Now it is paying for its forage at the dock. When can it take off and cross the castle peak?

Xiao Si packs horses, Yuan Congzhu comes.

There are good things in the air, so I can't read the chapter.

The encirclement is like a swallow's tail, and the sword is like a fish intestine.

If you want to travel thousands of miles, you should first look out for the light.

Temporary horse, fairy in the color building.

What happened to Gaozhou?

When I arrived at the Wangs, I woke up Heluan.

When you gallop on the sea, you are regarded as a green mule.

Emperor Wu loves immortals and burns gold to get purple smoke.

The stables are full of meat horses and don't understand the sky.

2. Luoyang Ink

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

Who is Bai Yu? Back to Tianjin. Looking at flowers in the east disturbs Luoyang people.

3. "To hard liquor"

Year: Tang Author: Li He

I am a poor and pitiful wanderer, just to drink all my sorrows and joys. I wish you good health, wine owner.

That year, my father went to the west and spent money in a foreign land. The broken willow at the door of my house disappeared.

Well, I heard that when Ma Zhou was a guest in Sanfeng, it was old and deserted.

A few short lines won the favor of the emperor.

I have lost my soul and can't call it back. A rooster, the world is bright.

Young people should have ambition, who will pity you alone and sigh?

4. Fifteenth ancient style

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

Yan and Guo Kui.

Huang Jintai was built.

The play Fang Xin Zhao Zhi.

Zou Yan came back together.

How can I help you?

Abandon me like dust.

Zhuyu buys songs and laughs.

Dregs and talents.

I know Huang.

Wandering thousands of miles alone.

5. Cooper

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

Next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple, stands a Cooper with a green bronze trunk and a stone root.

It's raining with frost, and its cuiyu blue tip is two thousands of feet in the sky.

Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.

Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.

Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.

His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.

The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.

Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck.

When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.

Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that if you don't stop cutting, who will give it to you?

Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.

Let smart and hopeful people not complain. The bigger the wood, the harder it is to use.

8. Poems about loneliness

Modern Poetry: The Lonely Harvester was written by the poet while 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.