To be exact, there are not many poems about a person who is doomed to live alone. However, there are still poems that reflect loneliness, but there are no poems that specifically describe a lifetime of loneliness. The following poems (ancient and modern poems) are for reference only:
Meet each other happily
Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty
Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce, and there is no ordinary feeling in the heart.
Bu Shuzi
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which breaks the tranquility of the people.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred.
I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them, and the lonely sandbank was cold.
Bu Suanzi
Song Luyou
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous.
It fell into mud and became dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Qingpingle
Song Huang Tingjian
Where does spring return? Loneliness leads nowhere.
If anyone knows where Chun is going, he can call her back to live with her.
Who knows if there is no trace of spring? Unless you ask for oriole.
No one can understand a hundred warbles, because the wind flies over the roses.
Summer night stay in Zhi
Tang Bai Juyi
There are few people in the courtyard, and the night is cool and clear.
The courtyard is filled with locust flowers and the sound of pine nuts falling on the steps.
Sitting alone with a lamp burning, meditating and walking on the moon.
The decline of old age is boring, not because of being tired of Chengming.
Occasional work
Tang Bai Juyi
The red apricot leaves are just beginning, and the green plum trees are already on the branches.
The flowers are falling behind, and I am lonely when I wake up from alcohol.
Sitting for a long time with lowered eyebrows makes you feel sluggish and slow to move.
Young man Jun is a strange man. You should know that he has gray hair.
Self-titled
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The old man should be a calm official, but a poor man with a high salary.
There are no piles of cases in the hot month, and there is no chance to take advantage of the cold weather.
Looking at it, I should be lonely and feel very free.
I have plenty of bottles of wine, and I have no worries about selling them.
Ziyi
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
Du Ling Xiao Cijun moved to the younger generation and became an official.
Lonely pity my way, vaguely like the ancients.
The heart is decorated with no color, but the bones are filled with dust.
I feel like a piece of grass, and I can’t control myself with a knife or ruler.
Autumn Night
Tang Gengmao
After the equinox of the high autumn night, the geese from far away came.
Loneliness is behind closed doors, with no one asking what to think.
Thoughts at night
Tang Jia Island
The autumn night has hardly dawned, and it has leaked to the second watch.
I sit there recalling the mountains and rivers, smelling the lonely insects.
The wind blows down the trees in the Dongting, and the moon leaves the clouds in the sky.
If I float from the east, why would I want to reach you?
Ambition in Late Autumn
Liu Cang of the Tang Dynasty
At the end of autumn, I feel sad for myself in the suburbs, and the chrysanthemums are still blooming in the lonely night.
The leaves are thin with frost in the high wind, and a wild goose makes a cold sound coming from behind the water.
After several years of war in Huanglei, Gushan read books all day long.
On the way home, don’t ask about the past, sing alone and get drunk for several drinks.
Drinking alone under the moon
Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Climbing Youzhou Terrace
Chen Ziang
There are no ancients in front of you, and no newcomers in the back.
Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth,
I shed tears with sadness
Slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are blowing and it is drizzle, and at dusk, it is drizzle. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
(Translation: When you are alone in a shabby room, you feel like you have lost something, and you are looking around here and there. All that is left in front of you is deserted and deserted, so you feel desolate, miserable, and sad all at once. When it suddenly gets colder in late autumn, it is most difficult to regain your composure. How could I drink a few glasses of light wine to resist the strong and sharp cold wind at night? When I was feeling sad, the wild geese passing by passed me by, but it turned out that there were scattered yellow flowers everywhere on the ground. Damn, no one is in the mood to pick flowers. How can I stay by the window until dark? The drizzle is falling on the phoenix trees until dusk, and the drizzle is still making a sound. How can the word "sorrow" tolerate this kind of situation?
I looked through the sparse tung trees to see the missing moon, and supported the weak willow trees to listen to the croaking frogs.
The thoughts of separation are all over the world.
Like a dream
The stupid bird that flies first in modern times
Last night the autumn wind came for the first time, and I was still strolling on the street.
When the traffic is busy, I look back blankly to the west.
The way forward, the way forward, where do you know where you came from?
Cherish the separation
The stupid bird that flies first in modern times
Spring is about to dawn in the lonely empty garden, and I occasionally hear the song of birds in the deep trees.
The cold wind disturbed me last night, and I dreamed of only a few flowers blooming.
A branch of incense swayed over the marsh, and the moonlight outside the window was bright.
It is the most difficult thing to turn a finger and feel sad.
Nian Nujiao
The modern stupid bird that flies first
Looking from the overpass, you can see people and cars passing by, and several broken flutes are playing.
Wherever the clouds pass in the long sky, the moonlight becomes increasingly clear.
The sky is full of tall buildings, trees, and clear autumn green.
The fairyland on earth cannot be rivaled in heaven.
I was walking on the street, looking around at a loss. Where could I find my best friend?
The lights are dim and everyone is different, I don’t know what night it is!
It was deserted and deserted. Looking back several times, I was afraid of the silence before.
Outside the door of the singing hall, the sound of the piano cuts through the sadness.