Lonely verses from ancient poems are as follows:
1. Lonely in the boudoir, one inch of soft intestine contains thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain? Leaning all over the countryside, there is just no emotion. Wherever the people are, the grass is dying all over the sky, and it is impossible to see the way back. ——"Red Lips·Lonely Purdah"
2. Loneliness is dark and fragrant, and the years are as shocking as an arrow. I remember so many things about old love, and it’s hard to think about spring again. Golden willow silk hangs from the curved sill, and silver zither breaks from the small window strings. I can hear the words of swallows in the deep courtyard, and the garden is full of idle flowers. I can't stop longing for you, I can't stand the pain for a long time, who can see the sunset and dream alone? ——"He Manzi·Lonely Fangfei Darkness"
3. In the lonely brothel, the wind touches the embroidered curtain beads and shakes them. The moon is hazy, the flowers are dim, I am dreaming about the past with sorrow in spring, my face is pink with tears. There are cicadas on the temples, the hairpin falls on the phoenix, and I think long and hard. ——"Jiuquanzi·Lonely Brothel"
4. That can make you feel lonely and want to talk about your life. It's three o'clock in the night. A sad song filled with tears. It should be noted that the autumn leaves and spring flowers are in full bloom, and the stars on the temples are dotted. When you meet wine, you must pour it out. Don't ask about the name of Long Live the Age. ——"Picking Mulberries·The Fangfei Festival that Can Lonely"
5. Joining the lonely shore, I say that this life is enough. The ring is blocked by basil, and the clear shade covers the garden with green. Talking about the wind and rain, I would rather be in touch with the world. The interest is intertwined with the martingale, and the love is few and far between. Vegetarian food does not seek surplus, but Gaofou only takes advantage of disadvantages. Obstacles of dust arise from habitual habits, and edification of falsehoods matures. ——"Negative Xuan·Joining the Lonely Shore"
6. The lonely painting hall is empty, and the curtain is drawn late at night. The lamp is dark, the brocade screen is dim, the moon is cold and the bead curtain is thin. Dreams of sorrow and hatred are hard to come true, so where can we be greedy for joy? Look, spring has come again, but it’s still desolate.
——"Shengchazi·Lonely and empty painting hall"