Jiang Xue.
Liuzongyuantang
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
I think this poem can best express loneliness. This is a rhyming five-character quatrain, written during Liu Zongyuan's relegation to Yongzhou, and it is also one of Liu Zongyuan's representative works.
After Liu Zongyuan was demoted to Yongzhou, it can be said that he was greatly stimulated and depressed mentally, so he used mountains and rivers and fishermen living in seclusion between mountains and rivers to express his loneliness in life. Therefore, he wrote the surrounding environment secluded and remote, and his inner feelings seemed so lonely, sometimes even too cold and cheerless.
Imagine: there are no birds in Qianshan Wanling; There are no footprints of pedestrians on thousands of roads. There is only one leaf on the boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat; Fishing alone in the snow. How lonely and profound, the "Qianshan" and "Wanjing" here are actually empty words. They are referring to Qian Shan, where there are thousands of waters and roads, where there is no bird and no one except a lonely old man who fishes alone. How lonely and depressed!
Through the description of the physical scene, this poem sets off one's inner loneliness and externalizes it to the mind. It can be said that the feeling of loneliness and melancholy is vividly and exquisitely expressed!
Ancient poetry is the most beautiful flower in our long and splendid civilization.
Literati and poets of all ages were depressed and complained about others, and all of them sang and wrote poems.
Among them, there are many ways to express lonely thoughts and feelings! Everyone is familiar with:
People who know me worry me.
What do I want if you don't know me?
Oh, my God, who is this?
There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down!
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!
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.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
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.
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.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
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Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.
Hey! Wes, who are we going home with?
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 you alone, vague and lonely.
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.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable!
..... sunset tower head, broken sound, Jiangnan wanderer. I saw Wu Gou and patted the railing. No one would come to the board meeting.
..... Who is the money, greensleeves, the red scarf, and the hero's tears?
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
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What poems or sentences highlight loneliness? Joining the Army by Wang Changling, a famous poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, is one of them.
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. Even if you play Guan Shanyue, you don't have to worry about Wan Li, the golden couple.
The first two sentences of the poem say that at dusk, the soldiers walked alone to the tall building next to the beacon tower in the west of the city, facing the wind blowing from Qinghai and feeling the autumn. The last two sentences mean that when I hear the tune of "Guan Shanyue" played by Qiangdi over and over again, I will feel even more sad, and I can't help thinking of my wife at home. She may have missed the recruiter thousands of miles away.
The author's original intention is to write about people's homesickness, but it is even more powerful for him to set off people's homesickness with the sadness of missing women in his boudoir.
Wrapped in Ropa, dressed in flowered clothes, there is nothing in the old flute.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. —— Yuan —— Ma Zhiyuan
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. -Tang Li Yu
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. Lonely soul, desolate with nowhere to talk. -Su Shi
The south, who was exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. -Tang Song Wen Zhi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. Tang-Liu Yuxi
Loneliness in classical poetry is a living state of poets.
First, the lonely mood and scenery.
A flower, a bird, a grass and a tree that the poet saw on the way are all true portrayal of the poet's mind.
(Meng Haoran's "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
The boundless sky is deeper than a tree, and the river is clear and close to the people.
(Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")
(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
Whether Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue or Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si, poets all pin their loneliness on Jiang Xue, autumn scenery and other things, which makes the already lonely mood even more lonely, and this kind of thing-I-one loneliness arises spontaneously.
The more you can understand the poet's inner loneliness in his poems, the more you can find this distinctive feature of the landscape. As the saying goes, all scenery words are emotional words, and the poet's subjective feelings are combined with objective things to achieve a natural effect.
For example, the poem in Wen's "Doing Good and Walking Early":
Abandoned villages and wild shops, the sound of chickens dying in the moonlight, the frost on the bridge, and the first appearance of people complement each other with the sadness and resentment of travelers when they get up early and hurry.
In the composition of the seasonality of the waning moon and the emptiness of the deserted slab bridge, the word "frost" is more and more prominent, which symbolizes the heart of travelers (poets): sadness and loneliness.
In ancient times, all sages were lonely, and loneliness was a living state of ancient poets. There are countless poets who have experienced loneliness in the world, and the loneliness in their hearts can not be solved.
Your loneliness, though defeated, is glorious. The more lonely and calm you are, the more you can see the way of the world and make your mind brighter.
cling obstinately to one's course
Spring flowers fly out,
I go my own way on the mountain road.
Crouching tiger hides in the forest,
When can we get out of danger?
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. I don't think this poem has a second place.