An ancient poem expressing loneliness.

An ancient poem expressing loneliness is as follows:

1, Cui Tu in Bashan Road Night Removal Book in Tang Dynasty.

The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road.

On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.

Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.

It's hard to get through New Year's Eve in the drift, and tomorrow's update is the new year.

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Guests who trudge on the rugged and distant No.3 bus and live in dangerous places thousands of miles away.

The snow on the chaotic mountain sparkled in the dark, and a candle accompanied me, a stranger in a foreign land.

Getting farther and farther away from relatives, getting closer and closer to very young people and servants.

It's hard to look back after wandering on New Year's Eve. Tomorrow is another year.

2. A Song of Sauvignon Blanc by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!

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I miss you day and night. The person I miss is in Chang 'an.

In autumn night, the weaver girl crows in the well, and the bamboo mat is particularly cold with slight frost.

I miss her soul at night, and the lonely lamp is dim with me; Roll up the curtains to see the bright moon, sighing at the bright moon in vain.

As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems to be separated from the clouds!

There is a vast sky above, and the waves rolled up by clear water below.

How hard it is to travel day and night, it is difficult to dream of flying over this mountain.

Thinking of you day and night hurts the liver and intestines.

3. Du Fu's Jianghan in Tang Dynasty.

I am wandering in Jianghan belt, and I miss my homeland and can't return. In the vast world, I am just a pedantic old Confucian.

The sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely.

The heart of the setting sun is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick.

Since ancient times, the old horse has not spent its physical strength because of its wisdom. Therefore, although I am old and sicker, I can still do it.

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I am wandering in Jianghan area, but I miss my hometown but I can't go home. In the vast world, I am just a pedantic old Confucian.

Looking at the clouds floating in the sky and the bright moon hanging alone in the night, I seem to be far away from the clouds and lonely with the moon.

Although I am old and weak, my time is running out, but my ambition to show my ambition still exists; Facing the rustling autumn wind, I feel that my state is getting better.

Since ancient times, I love horses because of their wisdom, not because of their physical strength. So, although I am old and ill, I can still make a difference.

4. Deng Yueyang Tower written by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

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I've heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, and today I finally boarded Yueyang Tower as I wish.

The vast lake separates Wu Chu, and the whole world seems to float in the lake day and night.

There is no news of relatives and friends, and there is only one boat to accompany them when they are old and sick.

The war in the north of Guanshan has not stopped, and tears are dripping from afar.

5. Song Su Shunqin's "The ferry stops in the middle of Huaizhong"

Weeds are green in the spring shade, and sometimes there are flowers and trees.

At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain.

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Spring clouds cover Yuan Ye, where the grass is lush. Occasionally, a wild flower appears and suddenly shines in front of us.

At night, the boat was moored at the bottom of the ancient temple alone, and the river was stormy and the tide was rising.