The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"
The capital is covered with crowns, but the people here are haggard. ——Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems·Part 2"
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during festive seasons. ——Wang Wei's "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
Toast to the bright moon and look at each other as three people. ——Li Bai's "One of Four Poems for Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
Alone and lonely, there is a grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"
The white rabbit pounded medicine and autumn returned to spring. Who would Chang'e live alone next to? Today's people cannot see the moon of ancient times, but this month once illuminated the ancients. ——Li Bai's "Asking Wine to the Moon·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it"
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar 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 March to the Army·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"
The cold rain comes into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. ——Wang Changling "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"
It is already dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain. ——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir. ——Du Fu's "Moonlight Night"
Neither ghost nor fairy, just a song of peach blossom water. ——Xin Qiji's "Sheng Chazi·Wandering Alone in Yuyan"
With the shadow of the moon for a while, we must have fun until spring. ——Li Bai's "Four Poems for Drinking Alone Under the Moon·Part One"
The lonely lamp is full of thoughts, and I roll up the curtains to look at the moon and sigh. ——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Part 1"
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. ——Li Bai's "One of Four Poems for Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
On the bank of fine grass and gentle breeze, there is a dangerous boat in the night. ——Du Fu's "Book of Travels at Night"
The trees in foreign lands have fallen leaves, and people are alone at night under the cold lamp. ——Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Bashang"
The leisurely dream is far away, and it is the clear autumn in the southern country: the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are cold and far away, the lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers, and the flute is in the Yueming Tower. ——Li Yu "Wang Jiangnan·Xianmengyuan"
We have sex together when we are awake, but we are separated when we are drunk. ——Li Bai's "One of Four Poems for Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
Every time you go alone when you are happy, you will know your success in vain. ——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Farewell"
All the flowers are swaying, and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. ——Lin Bu's "Shanyuan Xiaomei·Part 1"
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. ——Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan·Millions of Hate"
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. ——Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain"
Who pities a shadow, missing each other through thousands of clouds? After looking at it, it seems like seeing it, and mourning as much as hearing it. ——Du Fu's "Lone Wild Goose"
Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse, and the setting sun is setting in front of meditating on the past. ——Nalan Xingde, "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone"
There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. ——Yan Shu, "Butterflies in Love with Flowers, Chrysanthemums on the Threshold, Sorrowful Smoky Orchids and Weeping Dew"
Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechless Heading to the West Tower Alone"
The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is approaching the sun. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
I never get tired of looking at both, only Jingting Mountain. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu, "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers, Part 6"
A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a boat in the cold snow on the river. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
——Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems·One"