Looking around, lonely and sad. 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!
I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? 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 "sad" word!
The first of four poems about the bright moon/Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
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.
Put a pot of wine among the flowers, and no relatives and friends will pour it themselves. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture.
Chang 'e/Li Shangyin
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
The milky way disappears quietly, and the morning star sinks into the dawn. Chang 'e in the Moon Palace regretted stealing Houyi's elixir of life, and now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her with a lonely heart every night.
Meet Huan and go to the West Wing without saying a word/Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Silent and lonely, I slowly boarded the empty west building alone. Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain/Li Bai
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.
Birds fly high without a shadow, and lonely clouds go alone for fun. You look at me and I look at you. They don't hate each other. It's just me and Jingting Mountain ahead.
Zhu Liguan/Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
Foreign Nights/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.
No name, free my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward. Is my article famous? You should be dismissed even if you are old and sick. What's it like to wander around alone? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.
Not Huang Zi Zhou Dinghui Ju Yuan Zuo/Su Shi
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. 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.
The waning moon hung high on the sparse phoenix tree, the drip stopped and the crowd began to be quiet. Who can see a stranger wandering alone? Only lonely geese fly high. It suddenly remembered and hurried back, but no one could understand it with hatred in his heart. It took all the cold branches and refused to live, but hid in a lonely sandbar and was willing to suffer.
Tafloxacin Chenzhou Youth Hostel/Qinguan
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?
Foggy, the balcony is difficult to distinguish, the moonlight is hazy, and the ferry is hidden. Looking around the world, the ideal peach blossom garden is nowhere to be found. How can you stand living alone in a lonely hostel? The spring is chilly, the sun is setting, and the cuckoo mourns! The news of distant friends sent me warm care and instructions, but it added to my deep feelings of parting. Chen Qiang, you can flow around your mountain. Why do you want to flow to Xiaoxiang?
Qihuai/Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
Accompanied by the bright moon, blowing flowers, a beautiful encounter. But this is just the beginning. Although the red wall where the Iraqis are located is close at hand, it is as far away as the silver man in the sky. Tonight is not last night. Last night, the stars recorded the romantic story of playing flute under the flowers. But the stars of this night only accompany the sad people.
Spring resentment/Liu
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.
Eighty-two love poems, the first part/Ruan Ji
Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.
Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.
Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.
What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.
Can't sleep at night, can't sleep at night. Sit up and play the piano. Get up and sit down and play the piano. The thin curtain reflects the bright moon and the moonlight shines on the thin curtain. The breeze blows on my chest. The breeze blew my skirt. Gu Hong wailed in the wild. Birds are singing in the northern forest. Birds flying and circling in Beilin are singing. What will you see when you walk? What do you see when you wander around? Worry and be sad alone.