A beautiful poem describing a person's loneliness

The beautiful poem describing a person's loneliness is as follows:

There is a kind of loneliness, called dead of night, tossing and turning. Truman capote, an American writer, said: Loneliness, like a fever, peaks at night. In the dead of night, loneliness always comes out. 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, Hong Ying. 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. -Shi's "Buji Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"

This word was written by Su Shi after he relegated Huangzhou. When all was silent, Su Shi was full of worries and wandered alone in the moonlight. How many sleepless nights will there be in life? Watching the outside world gradually become silent, the sound of the clock ticking is clearly audible, but it is still tossing and turning. Loneliness also arises spontaneously. As Li Bai wrote, "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to call three shadows."

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. -the first part of Tang Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone".

As Wu wrote, "The solitary silver lamp never sleeps, and the wind is rustling and the bamboo is cold at night." At dusk in Sanqiu, the empty mountain falls and fireflies pass through the moon dew group. The solitary silver lamp is sleepless, the wind is rustling, and the bamboo window is cold at night. -Don Wu Yuanheng's Sue Yang Qingyi