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? 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.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
(Concealed head: never lonely) Except for the night shift (high comfort), the cold light in the hotel stays awake alone. Why does the guest's heart turn sad? Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Author of Youzhou Tower: Where was the lost time before me? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, 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! Thirty-six, Mancheng's "Ink Edge" has a thousand words, and there are many thoughts in the dream.
When shall we meet again after the Ming Dynasty? Pushing away ten thousand volumes of poetry books, the cold window sighs alone. Lonely geese flying south in tears, have you ever reached the other side? I hope that after five thousand years, things have changed, and my infatuation will remain unchanged.
The vast night sky is full of stars. There is a blue sky, what are you afraid of? The seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
You and I, forever, thousands of miles away, share weal and woe. Xiu De studied poetry, cultivated self-cultivation, looked up and down, and kept it in mind. He is obsessed with his country, but his blood is in the mountains. In the turbulent times, he held high his thoughts and meditated for a long time.
When the world was in chaos, I spoke highly of it and thought about it for a long time. I met a bosom friend for half my life and felt deeply stung. Ming Dynasty took my sword with you, feather fan and black silk scarf to collect dust, and Long Yun will come and go. I have always wanted to be a villager all my life, and the breeze will be in my arms tomorrow. When the ape crane hears me touch the piano again, God often changes its luck. Sow a peaceful spring for the people.
Being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish, and being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish. It is always a tear to know who is drunk in the frost forest. The affection, sadness and parting since ancient times are nothing compared with the cold autumn festival. Wang Wei's "being in a foreign land, there is no one in Cornus everywhere" is a wandering loneliness; Li Shangyin's "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" is a kind of loneliness that is about to disappear; Yan Shu's "helpless flowers, small garden fragrance path wandering alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness; Li Yu's "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" and "The old country is unbearable to look back on the bright moon" is the loneliness of a monarch who has lost his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and so are people with lofty ideals. Qu Yuan was exiled, wandering by the river, feeling that the world was muddy, and I was alone, which was a profound loneliness. Jia Yi is in Changsha, feeling the autumn wind rustling and falling leaves, which is a kind of loneliness without talent; Zhuge Liang devoted himself to his life and made great efforts for the prosperity of Shu Han. He has a wise moment of solitude, which is a kind of loneliness with no one to share the burden. Chen Ziang said on the stage in Youzhou, "Where was the past before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? Miss the world, and I am alone in tears ",this is a kind of loneliness that no one understands; Li Bai's When Will I See the Spring? It is a kind of loneliness that can't be achieved with empty ambition. Xin Qiji's "patting the railing all over, no one attended, he came to the scene" is a kind of loneliness without a confidant.
From a pot of wine among flowers, who has no parents and lives alone. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Touching the lips (Li Qingzhao) is lonely and full of sorrow. Cherish spring and urge flowers to rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Yi Qin 'e (Li Qingzhao) was in the lofty pavilion, and the mountains and Ye Ping were covered with thin smoke. 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.
Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao) has exhausted the scent of dust, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao), looking for it, 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.
2. Wang Wei, a reclusive poem, and Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers.
A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
He Zhangzhi returned to his hometown to write a book.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
Outside the ridge, the sound is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Yu Di's sound of flying in the dark filled Los Angeles with spring breeze.
No one will miss the national conditions when he hears the willow branches in this serenade.
Liu Zao swam to the second place.
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
A long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is now only the Yellow Crane Tower.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.
(Anonymous)
Moon how bright, shine on my bed.
Too worried to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should a person complain about the trouble of running away from home?
Led him back to his room, his clothes were covered with tears.
3. Need some sentences, poems, paragraphs and articles about loneliness. Loneliness is a person's carnival, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.
Loneliness is the loneliness of a person, and loneliness is the loneliness of a group of people.
Enjoy loneliness alone
Fame, snobbery, jealousy, greed, selfishness, hypocrisy. . . Expanding in the space of the century, the world becomes narrow and the burden of the world is suffocating. Therefore, I yearn for the deep blue sky, the deep sea, the deep soul, and the happiness beyond things-loneliness.
Does the sun have no shadow? Isn't it cold in summer? Is there no loneliness in the crowd?
I don't know who said it. Loneliness is a mind worth understanding, and it is impossible to seek understanding. Boredom is the result of an empty mind seeking entertainment; Loneliness, that is, a neglected and universal human warmth, is not available.
Loneliness is not loneliness, loneliness, emptiness or boredom. It is the realm of spiritual enrichment and the pure land of the spiritual world, which only thinkers can enjoy. Want to enjoy loneliness? First of all, you should find out the essence of the spirit contained in your mind. If the cranial cavity is full of worldly distractions, you can only enjoy emptiness and boredom. In this world, not everyone can enjoy loneliness.
"Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone". It shows Li Bai's loneliness, "The fisherman sleeps in the wind on a frosty night". This is Zhang Ji's loneliness, so is Copernicus, and so is Nietzsche. . Many great men are lonely at heart.
Being able to stand loneliness means being able to produce a kind of tenacity that transcends things. In the street, in the noisy crowd, if you can enjoy loneliness alone, let Mount Tai collapse in the front and elk flourish in the back, you can also stick to your spiritual position, get rid of the fetters of the secular, firmly grasp the ship of life and sail to the boundless kingdom of freedom.
I wrote these words.
1. Loneliness is missing after laughing, and loneliness is wandering under the moon.
2. Loneliness is like a cigarette, which makes people ecstatic.
Loneliness is like a poem, always intriguing.
I smiled and looked at everyone around me coldly. It was a hysterical smile, the intersection of two extremes. I have forgotten how to cry.
4. Poem about loneliness and sadness "You don't understand me, I don't blame you" Author: Mo Yan
Everyone has a dead end. If you can't get out by yourself, no one else can get in. I put my deepest secret there. You don't know me. I don't blame you. Everyone has a wound, deep or shallow, covered with a cloth and thought it didn't exist. I drew the reddest blood there. You don't know me. I don't blame you. Everyone has a love, sincere, affectionate, hard-working, moving and sentimental. I hid my hottest feeling there. You don't know me. I don't blame you. Everyone has a line of tears, cold water to drink and tears to brew. I send my saddest complaints there. You don't know me. I don't blame you. Everyone has confession, anxiety, but full of sincerity and courage. I used the most lyrical language there. You don't know me. I don't blame you. You will never see me when I love you the most, because I love you the most only when I can't see you. Similarly, you will never see my loneliest time, because I am the loneliest only when you can't see me. Perhaps, I am too good at hiding my sadness. Perhaps, I am too good at comforting my wounds. Maybe, in your eyes, I take care of myself too much, so you never consider my feelings It is selfish of you to think that I can recover soon. From rainy days to sunny days, I passed through mud and wind. Along the way, you never understood me, and I never blamed you.
The poem related to "loneliness" comes from Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum"
The whole word is:
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in 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.
This article is an ordinary autumn farewell story written by the author in memory of her husband Zhao Mingcheng. Shang Kunqiu went boating alone, indicating the moon. No matter whether he goes out or goes home day or night, he is always thinking about people, hoping that he will send a "brocade book" from afar. Xia Tan compares the loneliness of her husband after he left himself with the flow of flowers, which shows that the husband and wife are deeply in love and the lovesickness between the two places is hard to disappear. We can see that Liu Mei has just stretched out, and his heart is churning, and his words are shallow and affectionate, which embodies the artistic style of Yu Shu's ci.
6. Poem articles about loneliness and loneliness can be accompanied by loneliness in ancient and modern times.
Love, extinguished, dispersed, but experienced.
Sitting on the edge of loneliness
Pour yourself a drink.
Let the tears floating in the air vent my feelings.
Perhaps the scenery is so beautiful that it fascinated my heart.
Let it stay in my memory.
Please don't look back in reality.
In the pain of suddenly looking back
Don't let the moonlight cut your memory.
Please let me light this cigarette.
In the drunken loneliness
Learn to forget. .
recall
Wine can dispel the sadness in life.
Shoushou cigarettes Shao
Tears fade in dreams.
Drunk reading diary, laughing loudly.
Recall the past
Smile with tears in your eyes
Time keeps coming in autumn.
The wind is rustling.
The rain is fluttering.
Forget the past and don't repeat it.
At dusk, Zhao Zhao
Drunk and pain disappeared.
Melancholy tears
Tears! Why are you so sad?
Tears! Why are you dripping?
Are you forced out by your missing heart?
Or are you trapped by love? Like me, I can't get out of this love mess?
Your sad tears.
A face without vicissitudes is painted for you.
There is no melancholy corner in the corner of my eye for you.
Excuse me, are you only worried?
You fell helplessly on my heart.
Like a sword, slowly inserted.
It's too slow to deal with my wound.
Slowly and gently, it hurt me.
Yes!
You just added a few wisps of worry and white hair to me!
A wound that will never heal.
Tears.
Please stop skating.