1, if you don't wear flowers, you won't be persuaded by wine. -Huang Gongshao's Jade Case
A person is drunk, flowers are not appreciated, wine is not accompanied, and the rest is only a lonely and beautiful self. Yes, sometimes, we feel lonely and can't find our own dependence and sense of belonging.
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"
Lonely people often wander the streets, and may walk into crowds or deep alleys, but they always feel that they are separated from the people around them.
3. I want to pay heptachord. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string. -Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan
It's hard to talk, but it's getting harder and harder to find a bosom friend to talk to. This has left a deeper imprint on the hearts of lonely people. Sometimes, loneliness can be a kind of precipitation and a way to find yourself.
4. I have been angry all my life until today, and no one in the world is facing the sunset. -Chen Yinque's "Recalling the Former Residence"
Everything we experience will become darker in loneliness. Loneliness brings us a sense of sobriety and introspection, which helps us to know ourselves better, and at the same time, we hope to keep a certain distance from people and things around us.
5, the ancient temple was born, the neighboring wall died of the moon, and the pillow was all over. I can't beat the wine with loneliness and anger for half my life, reading Han Feizi. -Chen Weisong's "Walking on the Beach, Sleepless in Winter Night"
Under the silent night, the bells of the ancient temple echoed and gradually disappeared in the distance. The afterglow shone on the adjacent wall, and the moonlight was as white as death. My thoughts flow through the tilted body of the pillow. Half-life loneliness and resentment are tilted in the glass, but the wine still can't extinguish the lava inside. So, stir up the lights, read Han Feizi's literature, and seek the understanding of thoughts and spiritual comfort.
6, to the river beam, back to Wan Li, so long. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang Biemao's Twelve Brothers"
Loneliness always makes people feel deeply. Just like the scene in this poem, looking back at the river beam, there is no old friend who accompanied me in those days. The west wind is rustling, making it cold and heartless. And the guests dressed as snow in front of them can't help feeling lonely. Only by curing loneliness with poetry can people better appreciate the beauty of life in loneliness. These lonely poems also enrich people's hearts.
7, life between heaven and earth, suddenly like a passer-by. -"On the cypress in the Green Mausoleum"
Loneliness is a wordless state of mind. When I am alone, it seems that I am immersed in the vast universe, leaving only meaningless thinking and messy emotions. Loneliness is not a beautiful experience, but it will be independent of the world, away from the noise, and eventually become a kind of understanding beyond self.
8. Tonight, the south wind blows a guest's dream, and the bright moon shines on a lonely boat. -Ouyang Xiu "Posting in Shouzhou"
Sitting alone in the bow, the moonlight is clear and clear, which makes people calm. Then the south wind gently brushed my sleeve, and I sighed shallowly. The feeling of loneliness often strikes, which makes me feel a little helpless. But on such a quiet night, loneliness is no longer so hard to accept. Perhaps, like this bright moon, it is also a different kind of beauty. In its light, I may be able to write more poems, pour out my inner feelings and sentiments, and let them float into the sky with the breeze.
9. It is quiet to sleep alone, so there is no need to worry. -Nalan Xingde's "Golden Gate and Wind Silk"
Lonely night, I was lying in bed alone, and my thoughts were confused. The silence of the night makes me feel more lonely. The sadness in my heart can't help but come to my mind and I don't know where to go. At this time, I began to write my own poems to express my inner anguish and loneliness through these words. On this quiet night, these poems became my only companionship and sustenance. At the same time, I feel a little quiet and relieved.
10, there are no pedestrians in the ancient road, and Hanshan sees you alone. -Liu Changqing's Interview with Xi Huangfu Shiyu in Bijian Villa.
The bleak autumn wind is getting colder and colder. In the mountains, I was lonely. There are no pedestrians, only the sound of wind and fallen leaves. Looking at the distant mountains, I have a lot of thoughts. Who can understand the pain of loneliness this season? Poetry alone, forget the troubles in the world. Although the scenery is beautiful, only this loneliness is my most sincere friend. On such a dusk autumn day, I gradually became the clearest breeze in this mountain forest, flowing freely alone.
1 1, a pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"
Late at night, a man sat by the window, holding a pot of wine, and the wine was overflowing. There was silence outside the window, only the moonlight was as cold as water, sprinkling mottled light and shadow on the flowers. I filled my glass and invited the bright moon to drink with me, so I raised my glass to drink with the bright moon and the shadow. In the moonlight, my loneliness and loneliness seem to have been resolved, and I am immersed in my own poems, as if I were isolated from the world and struggling between endless thoughts.
12, teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint in Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
When I am lonely, listening to the rain is one of my favorite things. The pattering sound fell on the window, as if it were a well-known poem. I often think of "teenagers listening to the rain upstairs singing, red candles faint." This poem reminds me of my dreams and memories in my youth.
I sat alone in the temple listening to the rain, and the air outside became cold. I closed my eyes and my thoughts were confused. Think of many things, some joys and sorrows, unruly years, no matter what happens, you can't avoid it, you can only sigh the loneliness after you get old. The rain is still there. I continued to wait, waiting for the morning, waiting for the sunshine to fill my cheeks the next day.
On the road of life, everyone is a lonely traveler. It is better to taste something unusual, like bitter but sweet, than to be comfortable and ignorant all your life. When you grit your teeth and survive all kinds of insurmountable inner pains, when you persist in walking through a long lonely road, you will find that everything is not as difficult as you think.