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.
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.
2. Poems expressing loneliness. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
-Wang Wei "To the Frontier" Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and helpless, and you are down and out. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Next" A stranger who is in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season.
-Wang Wei "Vacation on the Mountain" reminds me of my brothers in Shandong, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, the First Part" has a few plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's "Mei", until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, brought me my shadow, and let the three of us.
-Li Bai's "Four Bright Moons Alone, Part I" went to the West Chamber without saying a word, and the bright moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Will be happy, silently go to the West Building", the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone.
-Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" is never tired of watching, only Jingting Mountain. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain lingers on a butterfly, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Part VI" A pot of wine in the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai's "Four Poems of Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The birds are high and the lonely clouds are alone.
-Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent it alone. -Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Jian in Furong Inn" Who reads the west wind alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic.
-Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" rings in all directions, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long and lonely. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman is Proud of Qiu Si" Independent tall building, looking at the horizon.
-Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Blue Tears, Dew" The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, smoke, and the shadow flies a little. -Bai Pu's "Qing Sha Qiu" leans alone among dense bamboos, and I play the pipa and hum a song.
-Wang Wei's "Zhu" is dark in the wild, and the river boat is clear. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low cloud feet.
-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" is in front of the Huangshi Tower, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside Part V" I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" Lonely Wu Tong Shen Ting locks the clear autumn. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Building without words".
3. Lonely Poem 1, Wang Changling (Tang Dynasty)-"Lotus Inn and Newly-built Parting" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent away the lonely mountain Chu.
2. Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)-Pipa/Pipa She has been guarding an empty boat at the estuary, with no one to accompany her except the bright moon and cold water. 3, Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)-"Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" never tires of meeting each other, only Jingting Mountain.
4. Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)-"Butterfly Loves Flowers and Tears Wet Luo Yi's Fat Powder" has a long history of humanity. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall
5, Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)-"Send Master Che Ling" When a pilgrim's hat with the sunset falls farther and farther to the castle peak. 6. Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)-"Meet again in the depths of Qulan" has been sleeping alone for half a life, and the mountain pillow is full of tan marks.
7. Yan Shu (Song Dynasty)-West Building in the setting sun of Qingping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi. The distant mountain is opposite the curtain hook.
8. Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)-"Yong Shi II" Qinghai Mayuan, Shushan snake is difficult to pull out. 9. Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)-"The First Part of Sauvignon Blanc" lights flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
10, Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-On a moonlit night in Fuzhou, far away, she was watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. You will never see my loneliest appearance, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.
2, things, but not much that really belongs to you. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the honor and disgrace are not surprised. Looking up at the sky, I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying.
In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart. I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your figure.
Indulging in loneliness should be the road to loneliness, just like struggling deeper and deeper in the swamp, this kind of earning is futile. Please don't show off your happiness and sweetness, I will be jealous. 6. Life is endless and lonely.
Loneliness is the eternal theme of love. I am alone with my shadow.
It said it had something to say to me. It says it misses you very much. It turns out that my shadow and I are thinking about you. 7. I have only one friend. His name is loneliness. 8. Can we stop playing love songs? Sounds lonely. 9. Look at the beautiful stars in the night sky. Those are the fireworks I set for you.
10, there is no shadow in the dim light. It is the shadow that I accompany day and night, but it is getting farther and farther away from me. It was discovered at dawn that there was only myself and my shadow in the desolate night.
4. Expressing Lonely Poems Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and down and out.
-Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Next" A stranger who is in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season. -Wang Wei "Vacation on the Mountain" reminds me of my brothers in Shandong, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
-Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, the First Part" has a few plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
-Wang Anshi's "Mei", until I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and let the three of us. -Li Bai's "Four Bright Moons Alone, Part I" went to the West Chamber without saying a word, and the bright moon was like a hook.
-Li Yu's "Will be happy, silently go to the West Building", the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone. -Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" is never tired of watching, only Jingting Mountain.
-Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain lingers on a butterfly, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers by the River Alone Part VI" The birds are high and go alone.
-Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent it alone. -Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Jian in Furong Inn" Who reads the west wind alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic.
-Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" rings in all directions, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long and lonely. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman is Proud of Qiu Si" Independent tall building, looking at the horizon.
-Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dew" was born beside the Youcaoxi, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. -Wei Wuying's "In Xixi Chuzhou" is a lonely grave, and there is no place to be sad.
-Su Shi's "Dream of the Twenty Nights in the First Month of Jiang" Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, lonely city overlooking Yumenguan. -Wang Changling's "Seven Songs of Joining the Army Part IV" stood out from the front door to see Noda, and buckwheat blossoms like snow in the moonlight.
-Bai Juyi's "Country Night" I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. -Wang Wei's "Zhu" is dark in the wild, and the river boat is clear.
-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low cloud feet. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" is in front of the Huangshi Tower, and the spring is lazy and sleepy.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside Part V" I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. -Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain.
5. Poetry expressing loneliness is slow and searching. Author: Li Qingzhao original: searching, cold and clear, 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! Looking for it hard, only to find that it is deserted. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold.
How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances. The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk.
How can such a scene end with a word "sadness"?
6. Writing Lonely Poems and Drinking Tao Yuanming built a house in a humanistic environment, but there were 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. 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 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.
7. Poems expressing loneliness describe lonely poems.
1, I miss heaven and earth, there is no limit, 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. Poems about loneliness.
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.
8. A poem expressing loneliness Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, cold and clear, and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Wild goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus and drizzle, to dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence? Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) has withered vines, old trees and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! The closure of the river channel makes Zhou Bangyan gradually turn to the sky when it turns cloudy and sunny in autumn, and it becomes chilly.
Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds. The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off.
The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night? .
9. Poems describing loneliness 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. The Xu Mo cup is dark amber, and it melts before getting drunk. 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.
10. Lonely Poem 1, Wang Changling (Tang Dynasty)-"Lotus Inn and Newly Built Parting" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent Chu away.
2. Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)-Pipa/Pipa She has been guarding an empty boat at the estuary, with no one to accompany her except the bright moon and cold water.
3, Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)-"Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" never tires of meeting each other, only Jingting Mountain.
4. Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)-"Butterfly Loves Flowers and Tears Wet Luo Yi's Fat Powder" has a long history of humanity. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall
5, Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)-"Send Master Che Ling" When a pilgrim's hat with the sunset falls farther and farther to the castle peak.
6. Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)-"Meet again in the depths of Qulan" has been sleeping alone for half a life, and the mountain pillow is full of tan marks.
7. Yan Shu (Song Dynasty)-West Building in the setting sun of Qingping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi. The distant mountain is opposite the curtain hook.
8. Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)-"Yong Shi II" Qinghai Mayuan, Shushan snake is difficult to pull out.
9. Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)-"The First Part of Sauvignon Blanc" lights flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
10, Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-On a moonlit night in Fuzhou, far away, she was watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
Sentences expressing loneliness
1, you will never see my loneliest appearance, because I am the loneliest only when you are not by my side.
2, things, but not much that really belongs to you. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the honor and disgrace are not surprised. Looking up at the sky, I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.
I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your figure.
Indulging in loneliness should be the road to loneliness, just like struggling deeper and deeper in the swamp, this kind of earning is futile.
5, your happiness and sweetness, please don't show off, I will be jealous.
6. Life is endless and lonely. Loneliness is the eternal theme of love. I am alone with my shadow. It said it had something to say to me. It says it misses you very much. It turns out that my shadow and I are thinking about you.
I only have one friend, and his name is loneliness.
8. Can we stop playing love songs? Sounds so lonely.
9. Look at the beautiful stars in the night sky. Those are the fireworks I set for you.
10, there is no shadow in the dim light. It is the shadow that I accompany day and night, but it is getting farther and farther away from me. It was only at dawn that I discovered that there was only myself and my own shadow in the desolate night.