One: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
Xue Jiang
In this snowy day, there are no birds and animals in Qian Shan; All roads are barren. Heaven and earth are boundless, like the last days. Between heaven and earth, only this leaf is alone, accompanied by an old man, fishing alone in Jiang Xue. This situation, even if it is just a picture scroll, will make people feel lonely.
Two: old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, thin horses on the old road. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
It's already dusk, the scenery in front of me is an old tree wrapped in dead vines, and the voice in my ear is a group of crows on the tree. Small bridges and flowing water are just other people's worlds. In my world, there is only this desolate ancient road, the cold west wind and the thin old horse. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and it's heartbreaking to watch the sunset alone. In the background of other people's homes, my loneliness will come to me.
Three: the world has been gossamer for many years, who let the riders in Beijing? Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Living in a small house, listening to the spring rain ticking.
The world is so cold these days that I can't feel much human touch any more. The so-called human feelings are as thin as paper and as light as yarn. Who let me cross the bustling capital by myself? The prosperity of this world seems to have nothing to do with me. I lay alone in the small building, stayed up all night and listened to the spring rain all night. Until the early morning, I heard someone selling apricot flowers in a deep alley. I didn't say a word, and no one said a word to me. This loneliness goes deep into the bone marrow.
Four: You have something to say. There are clouds in Wan Li and dusk snow in Qian Shan. Who do you only follow? -Yuan Haowen's "Qiu Yan Ci"
So lonely, a single shadow is projected on the side.
Spooky guy, you should know, you should have something to say ... The way ahead, all the way to Wan Li. You crossed Qian Shan and traveled thousands of miles. But even if you travel all over Qian Shan, what can you do? You are not alone, alone. The world is very big. Where is your home? Where can you go alone in this sunset snow in Qian Shan? This loneliness is heartbreaking.
Five: the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. -Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian"
Many charming nights
The word gives people a sense of loneliness like a rolling river falling from the sky, and we are just mortals who can't swim. Heaven and earth are like a melting pot, and we are just a piece of charcoal. No one can avoid the fate of being burned to ashes. Where are we from and where are we going? I can't express this loneliness in words. It can be said that I have reached the peak of loneliness. No one can surpass this realm!