Singing solo and wailing for autumn, sea fog and river clouds lead to dusk sorrow.
I don't believe that one day I often get drunk, and I have no place to bury my troubles.
Many new ghosts appeared in the barren sunflower well, and Gua Tian knew these old friends.
Seeing that the five lakes are drinking horses, where is the fishing boat in the stormy waves?
There is also this poem Farewell to a Distant Place, written by Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty. You see: the river wakes up in the morning and the river frequently sends each other. There are tears in the cup to drink, and there are no branches. When you smile, all your troubles are new. East Bohemia Day, do not hesitate to travel far.
Let's take a look at Byron's sentence: "I have never loved this world, and it is the same for me."
I hope my answer will satisfy you.