Psychology also believes that loneliness is a negative emotional experience, which will produce loneliness, depression, anxiety, emptiness, helplessness, indifference and even despair, often accompanied by an unforgettable sense of spiritual emptiness. However, not everyone who feels lonely will have such hesitation and loss. It is not easy for people who can tolerate loneliness or even enjoy it. ...
Song Dynasty: Yue Fei
I couldn't stop singing last night.
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Last night, I was awakened from a distant dream by the incessant chirping of crickets in autumn night. It was midnight. Get up and wander alone on the steps. There was no sound around, and there was a thin moon outside the curtain. Make contributions to the country, stay in history, and get old before you get old. The pines and bamboos on the mountain in my hometown are old, so I can't help talking and stopped my return trip. I want to give my heart to the lyre to play a song. But the mountains and rivers are sparse, even if the strings are broken, who will listen?
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white cloud in the sky floated away leisurely. Jingtingshan and I looked at each other, and no one could get enough of it. It seems that only Jingting Mountain understands me.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
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.
I put a pot of wine among the flowers and poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me. Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people. The moon can't appreciate the joy of drinking, and the shadow can only follow me silently. For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing poetry, the moon lingers with me, dancing and dancing, and the shadow lingers with me. Share joy with you when you are awake, and go your separate ways when you are drunk. I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
The chrysanthemums outside the column were covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchids seemed to swallow silently. Curtains hung, the air was a little cold, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of parting, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn. The autumn wind blew so hard last night that the green trees withered. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where the person I miss is.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the evening of August 15th last year, I spent the festival in the apricot garden next to Qujiangchi in Beijing. However, the night of August 15 this year was spent in front of the demoted Songpu Shatou Water Hall. How can I see that my hometown is in the northwest and the moon has circled several times in the southeast? Yesterday's autumn wind blew through this bleak autumn, and tonight's clear moonlight remains the same.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
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.
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, singing loudly while playing the piano. No one in the mountains and forests knows? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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 the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
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.
The waning moon hung high on the sparse phoenix tree, the drip stopped and the crowd began to be quiet. Who can see a stranger wandering alone? Only lonely geese fly high. It suddenly remembered and hurried back, but no one could understand it with hatred in his heart. It took all the cold branches and refused to live, but hid in a lonely sandbar and was willing to suffer.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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! .
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.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
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.
Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
At night, the rain outside the window drops on the empty steps, and the lonely hostel in the hostel suddenly wakes up, feeling sad and desolate inside.
This kind of leisure is hard to describe with pictures.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the sound of cricket is bitter. The night will be as long as the night, and the bottles will soon fall down.
I always have a good sleep alone in the most unprovoked places.
The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after parting.
Remember, she cut a lock of hair as a reunion after the reunion, which seems more difficult to cash.
Even when you are deep in the boudoir, press new words and flow clouds.
If I can still laugh, I will exchange the golden ball for such an opportunity.
At night, the rain outside the window dripped on the empty steps. I suddenly woke up and was alone in the hotel, feeling sad and sad. This kind of leisure is difficult to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper, crickets are bitter, the night will be over, and snuff will soon fall. The most boring moment, always let the night pass in the loneliness of solitary sleep. The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after leaving. I remember that at the beginning, she cut off a lock of hair as an agreement to meet again after parting. It seems that this is getting harder and harder to cash. When can I write lyrics and drink in the depths of the boudoir? If I can laugh with you again, I will exchange the golden pearls for this opportunity.