1. Poems about loneliness and helplessness
Poems about loneliness and helplessness 1. Sentences about loneliness and helplessness in Tang poetry and Song poetry
Poems about loneliness and loneliness
1. Thinking of the beauty of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
2. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.
3. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. Where I stare, I feel a new sadness from now on.
4. When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart?
5. Where are the people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
6. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
7. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
8. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
9. The soul’s dream is full of resentment, and even more cries.
10. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
11. Walking among the bustling crowd, every step you take is loneliness, every step you take is loneliness!
12. The motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon.
13. In an unspeakable place, a good window has a pale moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
14. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?
15. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the fragrant path in the small garden lingered alone.
16. There are as many tears on the pillow as the rain outside the window.
17. All the sages in ancient times were lonely, only the drinkers left their names.
18. Meeting is easy, parting is painful. Where will the love be when we look back one day?
19. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
20. The cup of Mo Xu is deep and thick with amber. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The wind blows in the evening when it is sparse. The incense of Ruinao dispels the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
21. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
22. Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
23. A lonely cry, flying towards the moonlight and the shadow.
24. Walking alone and sitting alone, advocating working alone and sleeping alone. Standing there makes me nervous, helplessly touching people in the cold.
25. I never see the ancients before me, and I never see the newcomers after me. Thinking about the long time between heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
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Reunion in the Southern Tang Dynasty Li Yu silently went up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. .
Constant cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce, which have a different taste in the heart. Bu Suanzi Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon makes people calm at first.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.
Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Bu Suanzi, Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into pieces and turned into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. Qing Ping Le Song Huang Tingjian Where does spring go? Loneliness leads nowhere.
If anyone knows where Chun is going, he can call her back to live with her. Who knows if there is no trace of spring? Unless you ask for oriole.
No one can understand a hundred warbles, because the wind flies over the roses. Staying in Zhi on a Summer Night by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are few people in the courtyard and the sky is vast, the night is cool and the wind is clear.
The courtyard is filled with locust flowers and the sound of pine nuts falling on the steps. Sitting lonely with a lamp burning, meditating and walking on the moon.
Aging is boring because of aging, not because of being tired of Chengming. Occasionally written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The red apricot leaves are just beginning, and the green plum trees are already on the branches.
When the flowers are falling behind, I am lonely and sober. Sitting in boredom for a long time with lowered eyebrows makes you feel lazy and slow to move.
Young man Jun is a strange man, and you should know that he has gray hair. Self-titled by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: An old man should be a calm official, but a poor man should have a good salary.
There are no piles of cases in the hot month, and there is no chance to take advantage of the cold weather. Looking at it, I should be lonely, and I feel very free.
I have plenty of bottles of wine and no worries about selling them. Since Yi, Du Mu of Tang Dynasty, Du Ling Xiao Cijun, moved to junior high position and became an official.
Loneliness pity my way, vaguely like the ancients. The heart is decorated with no color, but the bones are full of dust.
I feel like a piece of grass, and I can’t control myself with a knife or ruler. Autumn Night by Tang Gengmao After the equinox of the high autumn night, when the geese from far away arrive.
Loneliness is behind closed doors, with no one asking what to think. Thoughts on the Evening by Tang Jia Dao The autumn night has barely dawned, leaking to the second watch.
I sit recalling the mountains and rivers, smelling the lonely insects. The wind blows down the trees in the Dongting, and the moon leaves the clouds in the sky.
If I float from the east, what will I do to you? Ambition in Late Autumn by Liu Cang of the Tang Dynasty When autumn ends in the suburbs, I feel sad for myself, but the chrysanthemums still bloom in the lonely night.
In the high wind, the leaves are sparse with frost, and a wild goose makes a cold sound coming from behind the water. After several years of war in Huanglei, Gushan read books all day long.
Don’t ask about the past on the way home, sing alone and get drunk after several drinks.
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Guanhe Ling Zhou Bangyan The autumn clouds and sunny days gradually turned dark, turning the garden into a desolate place.
Standing still and listening to the cold sound, there are no shadows of geese deep in the clouds. The deeper the silence, the brighter the wall and the solitary lamp.
How can I stay up all night long after I’ve sobered up? The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Untitled (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty) It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Jiang Xue, Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in his lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
(Acrostic: Ten Thousands of Loneliness) Great Night Work (Gao Shi) The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, why does the guest feel so sad? Tonight, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and there will be another year in the Ming Dynasty with frost on my temples. "Song of Dengyouzhou" Author: Chen Zi'ang There are no ancients before, and no newcomers after. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
Li Qingzhao’s slow voice is searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and 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? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark? The phoenix trees also have drizzle, falling bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Thirty-six, Man Ting Fang·Cheng's Ink Garden Thousands of words, I can't tell you all, how many thoughts I have in my dream.
We say goodbye tomorrow, when will we meet again? Pushing open thousands of books of poems, I sigh alone under the cold window. In the eyes of tears, the lone wild goose flies south, has it ever reached the other shore? I hope that in five thousand years, despite the vicissitudes of life, my infatuation remains unchanged.
In the vast night sky, the stars are shining brightly. With a blue sky, what are you afraid of? The sea is dry and the rocks are in ruins.
You and I, forever and ever, face hardships thousands of miles apart. I read poems and books to cultivate my virtue and self-cultivation. I look up and look down to see what I have in mind. I have never forgotten my country while working hard, but I don’t know that the blood is in the mountains and forests. The phoenixes are flying, thinking high, and meditating for a long time in times of crisis.
The phoenixes are like the phoenixes, and the thoughts are high. When the world is in trouble, I have been meditating for a long time in the thatched cottage. I have been looking at the thatched cottage for three times. In my half life, I have met a close friend. I am deeply moved by stinging people. In the Ming Dynasty, I will go with you with my sword, and I will go to conquer the dust with my feather fan and silk scarf. The dragon is coming, the dragon is coming, the wind and clouds are gathering, it is coming back with a long roar and a relaxed mind. It is my long-cherished wish to be a villager for the rest of my life. The breeze and the bright moon come into my arms. The ape and the crane listen to me playing the harp again. When a person makes a promise, he hopes that his husband will do something good in this world. Sow a peaceful spring for the people.
I am coming back, my long-cherished wish is to be a villager for the rest of my life. I am coming back, my long-cherished wish is to be a villager for the rest of my life. Whoever gets drunk in the forest with frost at dawn will always shed tears when leaving. Sentiment has been hurt since ancient times, and parting is even more desolate. Wang Wei's "Being alone in a foreign land, a stranger, planting dogwood everywhere and missing one person" is a kind of loneliness of a wanderer; Li Shangyin's "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk" is a kind of approaching twilight. The loneliness; Yan Shu's "The flowers fell helplessly, and the fragrant path of the small garden lingered alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness; Li Yu's "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "The motherland cannot bear to look back month after month" "Mingzhong" This is the loneliness of a king who has subjugated his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and people with lofty ideals and benevolent people are also lonely. Qu Yuan was exiled and wandered by the river, feeling that the world was turbid and he was the only one who was clear. This was a profound loneliness; Jia Yi was in Changsha, feeling the rustling autumn wind and falling leaves. This was a kind of loneliness where his talents were not appreciated; Zhuge Liang died after exhausting himself. , worked hard for the prosperity of the Shu Han Dynasty, he had a moment of wise reflection alone, which was a kind of loneliness with no one to share the burden; Chen Ziang said on the Youzhou stage, "I don't see the ancients before me, and I don't see the newcomers after me. I think about this long time of heaven and earth, "Alone in despair but crying", this is a kind of loneliness that no one understands; Li Bai "Lang Fu Yin roared, when will we see Yangchun", this is a kind of loneliness that cannot be realized with empty ambitions; Xin Qiji "patted the railings all over, but no one "Hui, Denglin means", this is a kind of loneliness that lacks close friends.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without parents. Raising glasses to the bright moon, making three people in the shadows. Red lips (Li Qingzhao) Lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestines filled with sorrow. Cherish the spring, what time is it? Flower rain. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Recalling Qin E (Li Qingzhao) Lingao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return home, and the horns are heard in the dusk.
The broken fragrance lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the sycamore trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
Wulingchun (Li Qingzhao) The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers have gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
Slow voice (Li Qingzhao) Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
Who is worthy of being haggard and damaged now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, the word "sorrow" is so special.
4. What are the poems that express the inner "loneliness, desolation, helplessness, and helplessness"
1. "Picking Mulberry·Who Translates the Desolate Song of Yuefu"
< p> Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Nalan XingdeWho will translate the Yuefu Desolate Song?
The wind is rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lanterns are all gone for another night.
I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms. I’m bored when I wake up and I’m bored when I’m drunk. I never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.
2. "The Desolate Prisoner: The Autumn Wind Rises in Green Poplar Alley"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Jiang Kui
The Autumn Wind Rises in Green Poplar Alley, Border Town A piece of free rope.
The horses are neighing in the distance, people are returning to the place, and the garrison is blowing the trumpet.
Feelings about good and evil are more subtle than the cold smoke of coir rain.
Just like the generals at that time, they meandered across the desert.
In memory of the West Lake, the small boats carried songs and enjoyed the evening flowers.
Is the old trip still there? Think about it now, the green is withering and the red is falling.
Write about the sheep skirt and wear it when the new geese come.
Afraid of being rushed, unwilling to send items, and delaying appointments.
3. "The Desolate Prisoner (Feelings of My Hometown when I Pass by the Neighbors)"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhang Yan
The west wind darkens the lotus clothes and tears them to pieces , Rousi is puzzled by the heavy arrest.
The desolate smoke cuts off the water, the clear light goes through chaos, and half of the river is green.
Looking far and wide.
Listening alone, the sound of autumn is getting urgent.
I pity him even more, his bleak willow hair looks like autumn colors.
As old as this, I still linger on my own, drunk and wearing clogs.
I can’t bear the thin shadow, and I am a traveler in the vast world.
Because I forgot to return home, I played the flute at night in Shanyang.
The dream of thirty-six rivers was gone but not found.
4. "Reminiscences of Youth: Desolate Weather"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Ji Xian
Desolate weather, desolate courtyards, desolate times.
Gu Hong calls the slanting moon, accompanied by the residual leakage of cold lamps.
The autumn shadows of the parasol trees are all thin.
It is difficult to learn from ancient times and find a thrush.
The Double Ninth Festival is near, but the yellow flowers remain the same.
5. "The Desolate Prisoner (My Feelings on the Northern Journey)"
Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhang Yan
The wild willows, neighing horses, and reeds in the wild Deep, you can also see safari.
The mountains are coming from the north, and even when they arrive, drunken souls fly over them.
Swallowing the sour wind.
The nose is groaning and the clothes are cracked.
I am in a state of desolation and wandering around the world, not like the snow in Baqiao.
Whoever thought of it is now old, lazy and gifted Yang Yang, and tired and pregnant, stop talking.
The empty pity is broken and the dream is Yiyi, and the years are light and farewell.
When you hit the singing pot, you are afraid of wishful thinking and freezing.
As we walk, the moon is everywhere in the flat sand.
5. Please write poems about inner loneliness, desolation, helplessness and helplessness
1. One of four poems about drinking alone under the moon
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Translation:
Put a pot of fine wine among the flowers, and I drink it by myself, without any relatives or friends around me. Raise the cup to the sky, invite the bright moon, face my shadow, and we become three people. The bright moon cannot understand the joy of drinking and drinking, and its shadow can only silently follow me around.
For the time being, let’s be accompanied by the shadow of the bright moon, and take advantage of this spring night to have fun in time. I recite poems, the moon wanders with me, my hands and feet dance, and the shadows follow me. When I'm sober, I share joy with you, but when I'm drunk, we go our separate ways. I would like to form a friendship with them forever that will forget the pain, and meet by the misty Milky Way.
2. Bu Suanzi·Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan Residence Work
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The missing moon hangs sparse tung trees, and the missing moon makes people still at first. Who can see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and solitary shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Translation:
The crescent moon hangs on the sparse sycamore trees; it is late at night and the water in the clepsydra has already dripped out. Who has seen Youren walking around alone, like an ethereal figure like a solitary goose in the sky? Suddenly he was startled and turned around, feeling resentful but no one knew about it. Even though they picked out cold branches, they refused to rest on them, preferring to endure the loneliness and coldness on the sandbank.
3. Tianjingsha·Winter
Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu
A sound of painting on the corner of Qiaomen, a new moon in the middle of the courtyard at dusk, and the waterside in front of the snowy mountain .
A hut with a bamboo fence, an isolated village with faint smoke and decaying grass.
Translation:
At dusk, the mournful sound of the trumpet on the city gate continues for a long time. As night falls, the new moon rises and illuminates half of the courtyard. The mountains are covered with snow and the water flows slowly in front of the mountains. From an isolated village with bamboo fenced thatched cottages by the water, a few wisps of light smoke rose, filling and spreading among the decaying grass and dusk.
4. Looking at the moon in the Pavilion on the night of August 15th
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On the night of August 15th in the past year, I was by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
Translation:
On the night of August 15 last year, we celebrated the festival by the apricot orchard beside Qujiang Pool in the capital. The night of August 15th this year was spent in front of the Shatou Water Pavilion in Penpu, which had been demoted. How can you see where your hometown is when you look to the northwest? When you look to the southeast, you can see that the moon has become full several times. Yesterday's autumn wind blew through and no one paid attention to the desolate autumn mood. Tonight, the clear moonlight is still as clear as before.
5. One of Eighty-Two Songs
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Ruan Ji
Unable to sleep at night, he sat up and played the harp.
The thin curtain reflects the bright moon, and the breeze blows on my lap.
In the outfield of Guhong, birds are singing in the northern forest.
What will happen if you wander around? Worry makes me sad.
Translation:
I couldn't sleep at night, so I got up and sat playing the piano. The moonlight shines on the thin curtains, and the breeze blows my clothes. Lone swans (swans) are wailing in the wild, and flying and circling birds are singing in the northern forest. What will you see when you wander around? Just sad alone.
6. What are the poems about "loneliness, loneliness and helplessness"
Yong Yule·Pengcheng stayed at the Yanzi Tower at night Song Dynasty: Su Shi stayed at the Yanzi Tower at night in Pengcheng, dreaming about it, Because of this word.
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness.
The sound is like three drums, one leaf is clanging, and the dark dreamy clouds are broken. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden.
I am a tired guest at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past my hometown. The swallow building is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow is locked in the empty building.
The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
Treading on the Shasha·The path is red and sparse. Song Dynasty: Yan Shu’s path is red and sparse, and the suburbs are full of green. The trees on the high platform are somber in color.
The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by. (Mengtong: Meng) The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, and the swallows are separated by the red curtains.
The incense in the stove slowly turns on the gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.
Crossing the Xiangjiang River in the Tang Dynasty: Du Shenyan's late visit to the garden in the past is sad, and this spring the flowers and birds are worried. I only pity the people from Beijing who are running southward, unlike the water in the Xiangjiang River that flows northward.
Frosty Dawn Corner·Mei Song Dynasty: Fan Cheng was fine in the evening and the wind stopped. One night of spring power.
The sky is pale with sparse flowers, clouds come and go, and a few branches of snow. Victory.
Sorrow is also an end. Who can say this?
There are only two rows of low-flying geese, knowing people leaning on them and painting the moon on the building. Yan Gui Liang·Feng Lian Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie I dreamed of late spring in the Tang Palace.
When the dance is coming and the train is being dragged. Cuiyun team fights Jiangxiayi.
Slowly, with hands hanging down. Suddenly, there was a sudden rush of drums and the general was flying like a colorful phoenix.
Wan Qiongfei is nowhere to be seen in my dream. Seeing lotus flowers and being blown by the wind.
7. Poems about a person who is lonely and helpless on a cold rainy night
1. There is only one light in the cold rain in the dark window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?
"Linjiang Immortal·Didian Bajiao's heart is broken" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Didian Bajiao's heart is broken, and the voice reminds him of the beginning. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.
Tired eyes suddenly looked down and blurred, and half of them were blurred when I looked at them again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?
Definition:
Outside the window, the sound of rain hitting the banana trees reminded me of the original scene, which almost broke my heart. Before going to bed, I looked through old letters again. Looking at the writings filled with lovesickness, I remembered how she was just learning to write and was still unskilled at that time.
Looking at these scattered books, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. On this cold rainy night, I lit a solitary lamp in front of the dark window. I thought the love was over, but who could tell whether it was affectionate or heartless?
2. There are many autumn winds and gentle rain, and there are three or two banana nests outside the curtain. What can people do in the long night!
"Sauvignon Blanc·Yun Yiwu" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
There is a cloud, a jade shuttle, a light and thin shirt. Light frown and double snails.
The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, and there are three or two banana nests outside the curtain. What can people do in the long night!
Definition:
A bunch of hair is tied up in a bun, a hosta is inserted on it, a light-colored top is paired with a light skirt, and for some reason, he frowns slightly .
Standing alone by the window, the sound of wind and rain mix together, and the banana trees outside the window are also in twos and threes. What should I do in this long and lonely night.
3. Autumn wind sweeps through the land of hibiscus, and dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village. Homesickness is unbearable and I feel sad about oranges and pomelo. Who is willing to cherish the king and grandson when traveling?
"Autumn Stay on the Xiangjiang River and Encounter Rain" Five Dynasties: Tan Yongzhi
The dark clouds on the river lock the dream soul, and Liu Kun dances late at night on the riverside.
Autumn wind thousands of miles away from the Lotus Country, dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.
Homesickness is unbearable and sad. Who is willing to travel to value the king and grandson?
The fishermen did not ask each other when they met, but returned to the island gate with the sound of the flute.
Definition:
The dark clouds over the Xiangjiang River make people feel depressed. I wandered along the river bank late at night, thinking of Liu Kun's lofty ambitions.
The autumn wind blows, and thousands of hibiscus flowers sway. The dusk rain washes away the dust, and the lychees and lychees in thousands of villages are green and lovely.
The homesickness is unbearable, and the sight of orange pomelo makes me even more sad. Traveling in a foreign land, you are like an abandoned person in the mountains and wilderness, no one cares about you.
Even if the fisherman meets me, he will not say a word to me. I went back to the island playing the flute.
4. Autumn rain, autumn rain, day and night, drop by drop. Several times when I invited the geese to come, the time limit was exceeded and the geese returned but the person did not return.
"He Zhuan·Autumn Rain" Five Dynasties: Yan Xuan
Autumn rain, autumn rain, day and night, drop by drop.
Under the dim light and the coolness of the mat, we are separated from each other, and the enchantress is extremely sad.
The west wind is slightly stronger and the bamboos on the window are noisy. It stops and continues, and there are two jade hanging on the tired face.
Several times when I invited the geese to come, the time limit was exceeded and the geese returned but the person did not return.
Definition:
The autumn rain keeps falling! The autumn rain keeps falling! No matter day or night, it keeps flowing. Under the dim light, she lay on the cold mat resenting the separation from her lover. The beautiful girl couldn't help feeling such sadness.
The west wind gradually became stronger, making the bamboo branches in front of the window rustle. From time to time, two lines of tears hung on her face covered with makeup. It was originally agreed many times that we would meet each other when the geese came back every autumn, but the other party violated the deadline time and time again. Seeing that the geese came back, the person did not return.
5. If you miss me tomorrow, don’t go upstairs. It will be windy and rainy upstairs.
"Bu Shuzi·Wind and rain bring people here" Song Dynasty: You Cigong
Wind and rain bring people here, but wind and rain keep people here. Say goodbye to each other over cups and plates, and the wind and rain urge people to leave.
The tears in my eyes never clear, and my eyebrows are full of sorrow. If you miss me tomorrow, don't go upstairs. It will be windy and rainy upstairs.
Definition:
It is the spring rain that brings people here, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people in. It is the hurried farewell at the farewell banquet, and it is the wind and rain that urges people to leave.
My tears have never dried up, and my brows are condensed with sadness. When I miss you tomorrow, don’t go up to the tall building and look into the distance. There are so many miserable winds and rains upstairs.
8. Verses describing the sadness and helplessness in the heart
1. Verse: A visitor has no return, the sky is filled with sorrow and the grass is destroyed.
From: "Autumn Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Explanation: A guest in a foreign country has not yet returned, feeling sad for the destruction of the grass in vain.
2. Poetry: The power of wind invades the sick bones, and the rain swallows the intestines with sorrow.
From: "Feelings of Sickness" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
Explanation: Sadness leads to illness. Under the wind and rain, the sick bones are difficult to support, and the heart is filled with worry and cannot overcome the emotions.
3. Poetry: Although the world has changed, even if the heart is broken, it is not more than the sadness of spring.
From: "Qujiang" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Although the changes in the world make people's hearts broken, it is nothing compared to the sorrow of spring.
4. Poetry: Who writes the spring song, Luoan mourns the bronze camel.
From: "The Bronze Camel's Sorrow" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Who will compose a song to send off spring? Let me write about the sorrow of the bronze camel on the shore of Luoshui River.
5. Poetry: Sitting in the clear dawn with great strength, sad early spring comes.
From: Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Composition as a Reward to Governor Li's Cousin-in-law"
Explanation: Just as I was recovering from illness, I suddenly received a poem lamenting the coming drought in spring. .