A poem about the Spring Festival without a family reunion.

Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.

Said by: Besides sleeping in Shigang, Dai Shulun [Tang Dynasty]

In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences.

Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.

Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid.

Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year.

In this lonely hotel, there is only one solitary lamp to accompany the blind date. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am still wandering in Wan Li, and I can't go home. Looking back, nothing has been realized, which makes people feel sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and bitterness. Sadness makes my face grow old, my temples turn gray, and I welcome the new year with a sigh.

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At the beginning of this poem, the loneliness and bitterness of staying in other places are deeply written, and at the end, it gives people a heavy sense of depression.

The whole poem is about self-mockery when returning to reality after meditation and memory, which contains endless sadness and endless bitterness. It is sincere and profound.