The poem about solitude is 1. Ancient poems describing solitude have the meaning of acacia.
I feel that your artistic conception and picture are in line with the style of Li Qingzhao, a famous graceful poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty. Attached are a few words from her, please comment.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is heavy and lingering, and the dream is back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
within walking distance
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of Changji Haitang,
It's spring.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
Qin Yi goose
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. 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. Wutongluo,
It's autumn, and it's lonely.
A cluster of plum blossoms
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.
Fragrant Valentine's Day in China
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
The above feelings still meet your requirements. If necessary, you can check all the luggage. I believe there should be something you think is good.
2. Write lonely and desolate ancient poems
Festival moon
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Yan Shu
Original text:
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
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The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moonshine, and the courtyard is full of moonlight. In the yard, the shadow of phoenix tree is dancing. I am alone in a foreign land, watching the shadow of the moon in the festival. Time goes by slowly and the shadow moves unconsciously. Looking at the bright moon in the sky and thinking of Chanjuan in the moon palace, I feel very sorry now. After all, there are cold toads and lonely osmanthus trees with her.
House of Bamboo
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Wei
Original text:
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
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Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling.
Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
Meet Yan and go to the west building alone.
Dynasty: Five Dynasties
Author: Li Yu
Original text:
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
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Silent and lonely, I slowly boarded the empty west building alone.
Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue.
Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.
It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time.
That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.
Foreign night
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
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The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night.
The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.
Is my article famous? You should be dismissed even if you are old and sick.
What's it like to wander around alone? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.
Drinking four bright moons alone
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
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.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
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Prepare a pot of wine and put it among the flowers. Himself, alone, no friends, no relatives.
I raise my glass to invite the charming bright moon and look down at my back. There were three people drinking * * *.
Moon, where do you know the fun of drinking? Shadow, you snuggle up to me alone in vain.
With the moon and figure for the time being, I want to eat, drink and be merry, and make good use of the beautiful spring.
I recite a poem, the moon lingers with me, my hands and feet dance, and my shadow lingers with me.
You can have fun when you are sober, and it is inevitable to be separated when you are drunk.
Moon, I would like to make friends with you and meet you on the other side of the Milky Way.
3. A lonely poem
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
-Wang Wei "To the Frontier" Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and helpless, and you are down and out. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Next" A stranger who is in a foreign land misses his relatives every festive season.
-Wang Wei "Vacation on the Mountain" reminds me of my brothers in Shandong, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, the First Part" has a few plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's "Mei", until I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and let the three of us.
-Li Bai's "Four Bright Moons Alone, Part I" went to the West Chamber without saying a word, and the bright moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Will be happy, silently go to the West Building", the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone.
-Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" is never tired of watching, only Jingting Mountain. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain lingers on a butterfly, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Part VI" A pot of wine in the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai's "Four Poems of Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The birds are high and the lonely clouds are alone.
-Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" entered Wu on a cold rainy night and sent it alone. -Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Jian in Furong Inn" Who reads the west wind alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic.
-Nalan Xingde's "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" rings in all directions, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long and lonely. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman is Proud of Qiu Si" Independent tall building, looking at the horizon.
-Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Blue Tears, Dew" The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, smoke, and the shadow flies a little. -Bai Pu's Qing Sha Qiu.
4. Describe the poem "Wandering Alone"
1. The cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Except for the night work [Tang], they are all of high quality. 2. Nanfeiyan, turn around here. Just this month, I wonder if my own trip to the south will turn back. At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white. On the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain, the word "home" is engraved (Song) 3. The sound book outside the ridge is broken, and the winter is restored. I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I walked along the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind blowing my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my emissary, the wild goose here in Luoyang. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day. Moonlight shines before going to bed. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") 7. Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. You can't miss your hometown in this nocturne. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. Ten frost in the guest house, I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao:) What is life without you for me? . 10, the old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) 1 1, Bai Shu Habitat Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose head Qiu Si will fall on. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian (He: Letter from Home) 13/ You from the old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: Zashi).
5. A lonely and sad poem
1, "red lips, boudoir thinking"
[Song] Li Qingzhao
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Xichun. When will it rain?
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
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In late spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir comes like a flood, but this inch of tenderness has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more we cherish spring, the easier it will pass away. The sound of falling rain urges us to turn red and return home.
In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even if the spring is beautiful, it is also ruthless. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take.
2. "Good things are close, and the wind will be deep."
[Song] Li Qingzhao
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember that after the flowering of begonia, it was the spring season.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
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The wind stopped and the flowers in the yard withered. Look beyond the bead curtain, there are piles of snow petals and layers of red cores. It must be remembered that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.
The singing stopped, the jade cup was empty and the wine was exhausted. Only when the blue light flashes, the fluorescent light of the beans gradually goes out. The sadness in the dream is hard to digest, and there are thrushes in spring.
3. "Slow voice search"
[Song] Li Qingzhao
Looking around, 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!
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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
4. "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
[Song] Li Qingzhao
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 geese returned, and the moon was 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.
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The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.
Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.
5. Youzhou Tower
[Tang] Chen Ziang
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!
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We can't see the ancient holy king who accepted talents, nor can we see the wise king who was thirsty for talents in later generations.
Only the world is boundless, and I can't stop crying with sadness.
6. A sad poem about drinking alone
1, there is wine today, drunk today, and worried tomorrow. Send [Don] Luo Yin.
If you have wine today, you will be as drunk as a fiddler. If you have worries tomorrow, you will worry tomorrow.
2. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass. "Xuanzhou Xie Lou Farewell School Book Shu Yun" [Tang] Li Bai
Draw a knife and cut off the water flow, the water wave will flow more smoothly, raise a glass to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will be stronger.
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Drinking the bright moon [Tang] Li Bai alone
Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives.
The sober people and sages in ancient times have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. "If you want to drink, you won't see a gentleman" [Tang] Li Bai
Since ancient times, sages have been deserted and lonely, and only those who can drink can leave a good reputation.
5, three cups and two glasses of wine, how to beat him, come late! Slow Voice [Song] Li Qingzhao
How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine?
6, last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep. "Like a dream, it rained last night and the wind blew suddenly" [Song] Li Qingzhao
Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up.
7, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears. Su Mu people are nostalgic [Song] Fan Zhongyan
Only by pouring bitter wine into your heart often can you turn it into acacia tears.
8. A glass of turbid wine went home to Wan Li and didn't come back. Fisherman's Pride [Song] Fan Zhongyan
Drink a cup of old wine, miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and Ran Yan has not carved the achievements of Pinghu, so his return is unpredictable.
9. I often think of the sunset in Xiting and don't know how to get home. "Like a dream, always remember the sunset in the pavilion" [Song] Li Qingzhao
I remember once drinking in Xiting until dusk, so drunk that I couldn't find my way home.
10, before the night light, one person sings and drinks, and one person sings and laughs. "Man Jiang Li Hongwu Wu Ming" [Song] Zhang Biao
Singing, drinking, pondering and laughing alone in front of candlelight at night.