An ancient poem about inner loneliness 1. A poem 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!
2. What poems describe "inner loneliness"?
1, Shu's "butterfly lovers, threshold chrysanthemum, tears"
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
2. Tang Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
3. Qing Nalan Xingde's Reunion in the Deep of Qulan.
Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.
4. One Night in a Foreign Country by Tang Du Fu.
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
5. Tang Du Mu's Late Autumn in Qi 'an County
The wind on Lu 'an gradually fades away, making your home look like a savage.
Clouds and flowing water are still admirable, and whistling and singing are also pleasant.
After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese.
Poor red cliff is competing for the male crossing, and only Kun Weng is fishing.
Appreciate the sentence "fly, fly, what am I, but a sandpiper in the vast world!" " In Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country?
What's it like to wander around for yourself? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth. Considering the situation at that time, the poet expressed his sadness. The water and sky are vast, and Sha Ou falls; People, like Sha Ou, move in the rivers and lakes. This couplet is lyrical by borrowing scenery, which profoundly shows the wandering sadness in the poet's heart. It is really touching.
3. Poems describing inner loneliness and sadness
Love can make people worry, and it can also make people jealous and hate.
Everyone has an unforgettable past, maybe in a previous life, maybe in this life. If love is eternal, let it be deeply imprinted in your mind.
Whether it's crossing the gate of hell, crossing the Naihe Bridge, drinking Meng Po Tang, or being reincarnated, there will always be a smile in the depths of the soul until the end of the world. Don't go near, I don't want to break the status quo and hurt myself for you. Don't sympathize, your smile has always been my painful happiness. Distance makes the world more strange.
You will never see me when I am loneliest, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side. Living without a soul is to understand the meaning between life and death; Only when I fully understand strong feelings can I willingly put on my lonely clothes.
How long has it been since I last saw you? I thought you lived in my heart and controlled the distance I breathed. I thought I couldn't smell you. Who would have thought your back was so long? I looked up and saw you. And I am lonely after all. I can't feel warmth in weak love, and I long for being vigorous and eager to be together. The Covenant of three lives will last forever. And the person who can give me deep love is drowned in what worldly happiness. Maybe I shouldn't force it. But love will always be taken away, just how much wisdom there is between these choices. Please don't show off your happiness and sweetness. I will be jealous ~ suddenly wake up. Hao was silent. I think I'm sinking. Nobody cares, nobody loves me. Ji keeps the sunshine bright tomorrow, and Ji keeps the people who care about each other. But this deep loneliness can't be waved away. Did I forget the world or did the world forget me? The wind decides the direction of dandelion, and you decide my sadness.
If you can't let it go. Then the future is not the future.
-About the status quo. I feel inexplicably depressed and uneasy about the future words, so something irrelevant-a cursory look.
Made a lot of sad mistakes-rhetoric is synonymous with vivid images-where there is rhetoric, vivid images will inevitably appear-no one can live without anyone-life is like meat on the table, fresh and energetic-always used to casual laughter, even if life is bitter, boring and tired-there is always endless meaning in looking at his face. "If I accidentally leave, please be free"-I can't tell whether it is autumn or winter.
Only when the air flows, all living things tremble, including people. Everything is depressed and decadent.
Waiting for the resurrection of the new year, and then thriving-my heart hurts. Be aware of your fickleness.
I feel very sorry-I rejected everything that was so ridiculous at the beginning, but now I laugh it off, leaving me an indelible scar and raging in my heart. However, I will forgive you carefully, because she left my world to you, so no matter what you do, I will forgive you-the four words of impermanence of life will be blown away in the air-my heart keeps wandering among all things.
-He's like a golden sun. -Sprinkle a ray of warmth in winter. -When it gets dark, the clouds in my heart are covered with golden patches. -It shines. -If you look at the back.
Schisandra chinensis. Bitter, bitter, bitter.
-Ha ha, life is full of too many Schisandra chinensis. Will shed tears without backbone.
-If necessary, who will give me an obvious warm hug behind my back-endless night spreads out endlessly. Who and who will cry in the dark-soon, soon, the new year will come again-and then spring will come-some things are doomed to be lost, you know.
-When you turn around, there is a world. On the street corner, I met a little girl with a blue canvas bag and messy hair. Expression Mu Na, touching, white cat.
The cat's eye is blue on one side and black on the other. "Very cute? What's your name? " "I don't know, I just picked it up at the door."
She said, looking down at the kitten. After a while, a fat old man dressed as a rich man looked wretched.
Took the cat away. Then the girl left, too. Before you go, write a sentence.
"Actually, I am a stray cat." They say the church has a pointed roof and the walls of the church are red. They say those believers have beautiful voices. This winter, she began to yearn for the church they said over and over again. She wants to sit in the empty auditorium when it snows and accept the blessings of people she doesn't know. With a simple ponytail and white sneakers, she shuttled through the city alone. Then, she looked out of the window alone, looked at the crowd alone, paid the bill, left, and left again. I will collect all kinds of cups.
If someone is willing to listen to my story, I will make me feel according to this person. Give him a drink.
4. Ancient poems with lonely hearts
1, I miss heaven and earth, with no limit and no end, and I cry alone.
2, outside the bridge, lonely and open. 3, 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. 4. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who is the heartbreaker? 5. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward. 7, this time, what a sad sentence! 8. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
9, the soul dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing. 10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.
1 1. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely! 12, the old country is unbearable to look back. 13, it's hard to say, the bright window is pale and the thin shadow is still romantic.
14, few friends, who will listen to the broken string. 15, but the flowers are falling, and Xiaoyuanxiang Trail wanders alone.
16, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window. 17, the sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.
18, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back? 19, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
20. Xu Mo Cup is dark amber, which melts before drinking. It's time to come. It's late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
2 1, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. 22. Whoever sees a lonely person is a lonely shadow.
23. Lonely and sad cries fly to the moon and shadows. 24, sitting alone, advocating alone, paying alone.
Standing hurts, even touching people hurts. 25. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss this leisurely world, I am alone, and my tears fall down.
Step 5 express lonely poems
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.
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.
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. 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.
6. Poems describing life is not loneliness but inner loneliness.
Meet Huan
Yu Li
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Huang Songting Jian
Where does spring come back? Loneliness has no road.
If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him.
There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole.
Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.
Stay up all night in summer
Tang Bai Juyi
There are few people in the yard, and it is cool at night.
Sophora japonica is full of empty courtyard, and pine nuts fall.
Lonely sitting on a lamp, stepping on the moon thoughtfully.
Age is boring, not boring.
Xisi
Tangjiadao
Autumn night has been difficult to wake up, leaking to the second watch.
Remember to sit on mountains and rivers, and insects smell loneliness.
The wind falls in Dongting, and the old moon is far away from the clouds.
Will float from the east, what kind of king would you like to be?
7. What poems express loneliness, desolation, helplessness and helplessness?
1. "Picking mulberry seeds, who turned over the bleak music of Yuefu"
Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Nalan Xingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music?
Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
2. "Desolate offender, Qingyang Lane, autumn wind"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Jiang Kui
Qingyang Lane is deserted by the autumn wind, and the border town is separated by cables.
As Ma Si faded away, people returned to their original places, guarding the building and blowing their horns.
There are good and evil feelings, and what's more.
Like the general's trilogy at that time, wandering in the desert.
Think of the West Lake, the boats are singing and dancing, and enjoy the evening.
Are you always there? I miss now, the green is fading.
Write a sheep skirt and tie it when the new goose comes.
Afraid of being in a hurry, I don't want to send it and miss the appointment.
3. "Lonely criminal (feeling at home in the neighborhood)"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: zhangyan
The west wind is dark and the clothes are broken, so roses can't understand it.
The smoke is shattered, the sunshine is chaotic, and the river is half blue.
Look at the pole.
Listening alone, the autumn sound is getting urgent.
More pity for him, melancholy and willow hair, and touching autumn scenery.
Although I am old now, I hesitate to linger and get drunk.
I can't bear to be thin and far away. I'm a passer-by.
Because I forgot to go home, I burst, and Yang Shan's night flute.
The dream of thirty-six bad waters is gone.
4. "Recalling youth and desolate weather"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xian
Bleak weather, bleak courtyard, bleak time.
Lonely Hong called carrying the moon, accompanied by cold lamp residual leakage.
All the buttonwood trees are thin in autumn.
The spirit sword is ancient, but the thrush is difficult.
Chongyang is near, and the yellow flowers are still there.
5. "Desolate criminals (patrolling the north)"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: zhangyan
Xiao Shu wild willows hiss cold horses, hunting with deep reeds.
The mountains come from the north, and even when they arrive, they are intoxicating.
The sour wind swallowed itself up.
Hold your nose and make your clothes black.
It's sad, wandering around the world, unlike Baqiao snow.
Now who is old, too lazy to give young people a long time, tired and pregnant.
Empty pity and broken dreams, light age.
I am afraid of wishful thinking and freezing.
And yes, the full moon in Wan Li, Pingsha.