1. Poems describing the loneliness of rain
Red lips
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
< p> An inch of soft intestine is filled with thousands of strands of sorrow.Cherish the spring when spring is gone,
At what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings,
Just no emotion!
Where are the people?
The grass is dying all over the sky,
I can’t see the way back.
Slow voice
(Li Qingzhao)
Searching and searching,
Deserted,
Miserable Miserable.
It is most difficult to catch your breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three cups and two cups of light wine,
How can I defeat him, and the wind comes late?
The wild geese are passing by,
I am sad,
But we are old acquaintances.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
haggard and damaged,
Who is worthy of being picked off now?
Guarding the window,
How can one be dark alone?
The sycamore tree is also covered with drizzle,
At dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time,
How can the word "sorrow" be so great!
On the home slope, a cup of light wine, how can the light wine resist the strong evening wind, the rain of parasol trees, and a little sadness.
The broken hometown dream cannot come true. There is no such sound in my hometown. 2. Poems describing loneliness
1. When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart?
2. Walking alone and sitting alone, advocating working alone and sleeping alone. Standing there is depressing, helplessly touching people in the cold.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.
4. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names.
5. The soul’s dream is full of resentment, and even more cries.
6. In an unspeakable place, a good window has a pale moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
7. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
8. Where are the people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
9. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
10. Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
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11. Only the flowing water in front of the building should miss me, Staring all day long. Where I stare, I feel a new sadness from now on.
12. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
13. Meeting is easy, parting is painful. Where will the love be when we look back one day?
14. A lonely scream flies towards the moonlight and the shadow.
15. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.
16. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
17. There are as many tears on the pillow as the rain outside the window.
18. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?
19. Walking among the bustling crowd, every step you take is loneliness, every step you take is loneliness! 3. What poems describe loneliness in the rain?
1. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
2. "Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
3. "Jiang Nanchun" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles sing in the green river, and the wind of wine flags and wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water villages.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
4. "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the woods of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
5. "Huanxisha·Time is always limited" by Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
Time is always limited, and it is easy to say goodbye and be ecstatic.
Wine feasts and songs are endless.
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more.
It is better to show mercy to the person in front of you. 4. Poems about rain and loneliness
The noise of the world has stopped, and the rain has stopped, and the sky and the earth are empty and the streets are long.
The quietness and coldness add to the pride, the loneliness and quietness sharpen the ambition. Not attached to the worldly world, just enjoy the solitude and the rain has not stopped.
But as I wiped the cold feeling on my forehead, I already knew how to choose the way forward.
The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.
Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
In the past, when I went there, the willow trees lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Ding Feng Bo Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Preface On March 7, it rained on the Shahu Road.
The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn’t realize it. It's already clear, so I did this.
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Poppy · Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie, a young man, listens to Yuge upstairs. The red candle dims the tent.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples.
Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.
Rain Alley Daiwang Shu Yuxiang holds an oil-paper umbrella and wanders alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac. She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She is sad in the rain, sad and hesitant.
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently (chì chù) like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She walked closer and closer silently, and cast a gaze that looked like Taixi ("Tai" means "sigh", and Taixi means sigh). She drifted past the dream-like, dream-like sadness and confusion.
Like a lilac in a dream, this girl floated past me in the rain alley (3 photos); she silently moved away, far away, and reached the dilapidated fence (pǐ). All this rainy alley. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope that a girl with a lilac-like complexion will drift by. 5. Poems about rain and loneliness
The noise of the world is cut off by the rain,
The sky and the earth are empty and the streets are long.
The quietness and coldness add to the pride,
The loneliness and tranquility grind away the ambition.
Not attached to the worldly crowd,
Enjoy the solitude and the rain has not stopped.
But wiping the cold feeling on my forehead,
I already know how to choose the way forward.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
In the past, when I went there, the willow trees lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.
The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
To calm the storm, don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Preface On March 7, it rained on the Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I did this.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Poppy · Tingyu Jiang Jie
The young man is listening to Yuge upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.
Rain Alley
Dai Wangshu
Rain Alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, The long
and lonely rain lane,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Complaining in the rain,
Complaining and hesitant.
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
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Writing silently (chì chù),
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
Approached and cast again
Taixi ("Tai" means "sigh", Taixi means sigh) general The eyes,
she floated by
like a dream,
like a dream, sad and confused.
Like a dream,
A sprig of lilac,
Rain Alley (3 photos)
This girl floated by my side ;
She moved away silently, far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
and walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance dispersed,
disappeared, even Her
eyes were as breathless,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to drift past a Lilac-like
A girl with a sorrowful mind.