1. Poems about loneliness
1. When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart?
2. Walking alone and sitting alone, advocating working alone and sleeping alone. Standing there is depressing, helplessly touching people in the cold.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.
4. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names.
5. The soul’s dream is full of resentment, and even more cries.
6. In an unspeakable place, a good window has a pale moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
7. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
8. Where are the people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
9. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
10. Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
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11. Only the flowing water in front of the building should miss me, Staring all day long. Where I stare, I feel a new sadness from now on.
12. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
13. Meeting is easy, parting is painful. Where will the love be when we look back one day?
14. A lonely scream flies towards the moonlight and the shadow.
15. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.
16. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
17. There are as many tears on the pillow as the rain outside the window.
18. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?
19. Walking among the bustling crowd, every step you take is loneliness, every step you take is loneliness! 2. The poems about loneliness
are as follows:
1. Wang Wei's "A stranger in a foreign land, with dogwood trees planted everywhere and one person missing" is a kind of loneliness of a wanderer.
From: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" is one of the famous poems by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem expresses the homesickness of a wanderer. The poem focuses closely on the title at the beginning, describing the loneliness and desolation of life in a foreign land. Therefore, I miss my hometown and people all the time, and when I encounter a good festival, I miss you even more. Then the poem jumps to write about the brothers far away in their hometown. When they climb high according to the custom of Double Ninth Festival, they are also missing themselves. The poetry jumps repeatedly, is implicit and deep, is simple and natural, and has twists and turns. Among them, "I miss my loved ones more during the festive season" is a famous saying through the ages.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
2. Li Shangyin's "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk" is a kind of loneliness that is approaching twilight.
Selected from "Deng Le You Yuan" author Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.
The last two sentences of this poem are full of philosophy, saying that although things are good, they will eventually wither one day.
3. Yan Shu's "The flowers fell helplessly, and the fragrant path in the small garden lingered alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness.
From the poem "Huanxisha" by Yan Shu in the Song Dynasty: "There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back." It means that there is no way to deal with the withering of spring flowers. It describes the feeling of being nostalgic for spring scenery but unable to save it. Later, it generally refers to the melancholy mood of missing things that have disappeared. Interesting and similar words are helpless and helpless.
Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" Spring Hate Ci:
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone. 3. Poems describing loneliness
Wang Wei’s “Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, planting dogwood trees everywhere and missing one person” is a kind of wanderer’s loneliness
Li Shangyin’s “The sunset is infinitely beautiful, "It's just near dusk" is a kind of loneliness that is approaching twilight;
Yan Shu's "The flowers fell helplessly, and the fragrant path in the small garden lingered alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness;
Li Yu's "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moonlight"
This is the loneliness of a king who has subjugated his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and people with lofty ideals are also lonely.
Qu Yuan was exiled and wandered by the river, feeling that the whole 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 is a kind of loneliness where talents are not appreciated;
Zhuge Liang died after exhausting himself, working hard for the prosperity of Shu Han. He had a moment of wise thinking alone, which is a kind of helplessness
The loneliness of people sharing the burden;
Chen Ziang said on Youzhou Terrace, "I saw no ancients before me, no newcomers after me. I thought about the long time of heaven and earth, and cried alone with sadness." This is a kind of feeling that no one understands. Loneliness;
Li Bai "How long will Liang Fu chant, when will we see the spring?" This is a kind of loneliness that cannot be realized with empty ambitions;
Xin Qiji "Pat the railings all over, no one will , "Denglin means", this is a kind of loneliness that lacks close friends. 4. Verses praising loneliness
1: The capital is covered with crowns, but this person is alone and haggard.
2: The white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?
3: A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
4: The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
5: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
6: The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the only light is the fire on the river boat.
7: The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
8: The future is bright, and I say goodbye to the old man alone.
9: Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to say desolation.
10: After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
11: The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees, and under the shadow of a flying dragon.
12: Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
13: The lonely lamp is full of thoughts and sorrow, and rolls up the curtains to look at the moon and sigh.
14: Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook.
15: The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?
16: Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
17: The moon is about to be shadowed for a while, and the fun must wait until spring.
18: Sitting alone in the dark bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
19: The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing.
20: We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
21: Go out the front door alone and look at the wild fields. The moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.
22: The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the oriole sings in the deep trees.
23: Don’t have the same feeling in your heart.
24: A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
25: Neither ghost nor fairy, just a song of peach blossom water.
26: In front of Huangshi Pagoda is the east river, and the spring scenery is lazy and leaning on the breeze.
27: There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people.
28: Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
29: This place is different, and I have to conquer thousands of miles.
30: The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the solitary sail is coming from the sun.
31: Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
32: All the tears from the countryside are gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky.
33: Outside the setting sun, there are tens of thousands of jackdaws, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village.
34: The moon does not know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
35: The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
36: Wandering alone in the fragrant path of the small garden.
37: At the foot of the mountain, there is a lonely village in the distance, and there is a single tree on the plateau on the horizon.
38: It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.
39: All the flowers are swaying, and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
40: Go up to a tall building alone and see the end of the world.
41: Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
42: When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success.
43: Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the city closes.
44: Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, seeing off guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.
45: Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
46: My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
47: The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain.
48: The sun is still setting on the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the ruins.
49: The shore is covered with fine grass and gentle breeze, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous rafts.
50: All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
51: They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
52: The deciduous tree in a foreign country, the lonely night under the cold light.
53: The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
54: Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
55: The sad autumn of thousands of miles is a frequent guest, and the one who has been sick for a hundred years appears on the stage alone.
Poems expressing a person's inner loneliness: Drinking alone under the moon. Part 1
Author: Li Bai Era: Tang Dynasty
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.
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Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about the desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we will not know each other. Our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
Xiao Outside the window, we are dressing up. We look at each other without saying a word, but we can only shed a thousand tears.
It is expected that the heart will break every year: the moonlit night, the short pine tree. 5. Poems about loneliness during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we wait for the full moon. The full moon is the time of yearning for lovesickness.
People reunite under the full moon. On this missed holiday, I wish you all the best.
Since ancient times, the moon has been the brightest in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the cool breeze has become clearer at night. One day, the weather was like a cloud in Yinhan, and fishes and dragons were flying all over the world.
The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people are my best. I love you sincerely, and heaven and earth can learn from it.
Is it safe after traveling thousands of miles? And send my thoughts to each other from afar. Endless love and care, deep affection and blessings, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
The moon is round, the love between the two is endless, so close to each other, so far away, what is a good time?
People with a full moon are reunited, and people with a missing moon are separated. If the moon is ruthless, the moon is full and the moon is waning; if there is love, the moon is waning and the moon is full.
The bright moon thousands miles away sends my lovesickness! 6. Poems expressing loneliness
The capital is covered with crowns, but this person is lonely and haggard. ——Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems, Part Two"
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th"
A man with a coir raincoat in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city in Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems from Liangzhou·One"
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"
Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other to form three people. ——Li Bai's "One of Four Poems for Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon like a hook. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechlessly Going Up to the West Tower Alone"
The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is coming from the sun. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
I never get tired of looking at both, but Jingting Mountain is the only one. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers·Part 6"
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
The cold rain came to Wu at night, and I saw off my guest in Chushan in the morning. ——Wang Changling "Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Tower"
Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed, and the setting sun is setting in meditation on the past. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone"
Sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke is setting, the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Climb up a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers· Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to express desolation. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. ——Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March·Part 4"
I walked out of the front door alone and looked at the wild fields. The moon was bright and the buckwheat flowers were like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, but the fire on the river boats is only bright. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring scenery is lazy and relies on the breeze. ——Du Fu "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers Part 5"
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for a hundred years and is alone on the stage. ——Du Fu's "Ascend the High" 7. Lonely Poems
Modern poetry: "The Lonely Harvester" was written by the poet when he traveled to Scotland.
Those who travel in the Arabian desert rest tiredly in shaded places; The song of the nightingale is welcomed by them, but not as good as this song; In the spring, the cuckoo sings, in the farthest place The Hebrides ring, breaking the silence of the sea among the islands—but as exciting as this song. Ancient Poems: Drinking Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of horses and carriages.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou. Su Shi hangs sparse tung trees when the moon is missing, which breaks people's initial tranquility. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely 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.
Gutong Wang Anshi is of high quality and stands hundreds of meters high. Ling Xiao is unyielding and has an open mind.
The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker even when the sun is shining brightly. When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.
Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when I come. The people who embroider the curtains think far away, and the dewdrops are hanging secretly, and they cry to see off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.
Phoenix Xiao Yin Han Zhen disappeared, after saying goodbye to the pond, Zeng Chu walked in the green and jealous skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.
Like a dream, last night the rain and wind were strong, and the remaining wine could not be consumed by a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass has been dying all day long. When I see the way back, I put my red lips on the swing and sit back on the swing. I get up and straighten my slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.
Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniffed the green plums and the Huanxi sand, making the cup darker and thicker with amber. Before I became intoxicated, my sense of intoxication melted away, and the sparse bells already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Spring is already deep in the idle window of Huanxi Sha Xiaoyuan. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the gentle wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
The spring light is bland on the sand in Huanxi, the weather is cold, the jade furnace is sinking in the water, and the smoke is lingering. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
The sandy bun in Huanxi makes the spring more lazy, the evening breeze is in the courtyard and the plum blossoms are falling, the light clouds are coming and going, the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove, and the red cherry tent covers the tassels. The hibiscus on the sand-embroidered curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva is in a gentle breeze, the sun is thin and spring is still early, and he is in a good mood with his shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Recalling Qin'e's visit to the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad, and the day is forever, 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. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.
He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. Traveling through the fragrant sky and the autumn light, my love turns to sadness, and I explore Jin Ying and learn that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Xing Xiangzi On Chinese Valentine's Day, crickets are singing in the grass, and the parasol trees are frightened, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks.
Even if we come and go, we will never meet. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.
Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
The lonely goose wakes up from sleep under the paper curtain on the rattan bed, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.
When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
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 darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important.