1. What are the ancient texts expressing insomnia at night?
Anren Dao in the Song Dynasty: Lu You
The three post stations are not far away, and the old man is worried about going out.
Greed leads to many deaths, and insomnia leads to dizziness.
Tiandawei is a plain with a village across the river.
Whenever there is spare salary, a small building will occupy the cloud root.
Sighing on the Bitter Rain in the Song Dynasty: Lu You
When Duke Long of Jiuyuan left home and forgot to return, the sound of the tile ditch dripping; Liping, Hunan, Jinshan.
The roads around my house are all cut off, and frogs are vying for supremacy. Leaking beds and rotten mats lead to insomnia at night, and wet stoves make people unable to cook in the morning.
I am very happy to have autumn this year, but I didn’t know that the green rice seedlings would come out. As soon as I'm full, I relax and listen to my son reading, so that I can relax and worry about everything.
The moon on the boat is close to the temple in the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The deeper the moon is, the brighter the moon is, the brighter the boat is. Outside the golden temple, there are green maples, and there are red towers and white waterside.
The crows crow and glance in the city, and the wild herons stay in the wild. The leader of the rivers and lakes is a guest, and the hook curtain alone is not sleeping. 2. Ancient essays about loneliness
Drinking Tao Yuanming
The house is surrounded by people, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which breaks the tranquility of the people. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Gutong Wang Anshi
The nature is so dense that it is hundreds of fathoms high.
Lingxiao is unyielding and has an open mind.
The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker with sunshine.
When I think about it, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.
Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when he comes.
The embroidered drapery person thinks far away, the dewdrops are hanging down secretly, and weeps to send off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud.
But looking at the tower is so high that the king and grandson can be seen as far as the sun goes.
Song of Phoenix Flute Han Zhen
Escape the soul, after leaving the pond, Zeng was walking in the green and jealous light skirt.
I hold my bare hands in my hand, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and catkins.
Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year.
Wander around in the green fields and get drunk, but don’t lose your youth.
Like Meng Ling
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Red lips
Lonely in the boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass has been dying all day long, and I can't see the way back.
Red lips
Stop playing on the swing, get up and straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.
When I see someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plums
Huanxi Sand
Maybe the cup is dark and thick with amber, melting before it becomes intoxicating, the sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
Huanxi Sand
The spring is deep in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence.
Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
Huanxi Sand
In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain.
In the future, petrels will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxi Sand
The bun hurts the spring, and the comb is more combed. The evening breeze is in the courtyard, and the plum blossoms are falling. , The red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros rhinoceros also resolves the cold.
Huanxi Sand
The hibiscus on the embroidered curtain smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to make people guess.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. Xing Xiangzi, Chinese Valentine's Day, the cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees are frightened, and the world and the sky are filled with sorrow. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment. Lone Goose wakes up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The heavy incense breaks the coldness of the jade furnace, and it accompanies my feelings like water. The flute played three times, the plum blossoms were broken, and there was so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again. When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two cups of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! 3. What are the ancient poems and classical Chinese poems about "loneliness in the heart"
1. "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems·Part 2" Du Fu - The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.
Interpretation: The capital is crowded with dignitaries in high-end cars and elegant clothes, but you are extremely talented but look haggard.
2. "Asking Wine to the Moon·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask" Li Bai - The white rabbit pounded medicine and autumn returned to spring, who would Chang'e live alone next to?
Interpretation: The white rabbit in the moon works tirelessly to make medicine year after year. What is the reason for this? How lonely Chang'e must have been, being alone every night among the blue sea and blue sky, with no one around her!
3. "Snow on the River" Liu Zongyuan - a man with a coir raincoat in a boat, fishing alone in the cold snow on the river.
Interpretation There is an old man wearing a raincoat and hat on a lonely boat, fishing alone on the cold river in the wind and snow.
4. "Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin - The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
Interpretation Staring at the red building through the rain, I felt lonely and cold, coming back alone in the drizzle like a bead curtain and the flickering lights.
5. "Spring Tour on Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi - North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Interpretation From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jia Ting, the spring water on the lake has just leveled with the embankment, and the white clouds overlap one after another, connecting with the waves on the lake.
6. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai - Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown.
Interpretation: When I raise my head, I see the bright moon; when I lower my head, I think of my hometown.
7. "Seven Quatrains of Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers" by Du Fu - The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Interpretation: The playful colorful butterflies circle and dance reluctantly, and the free little orioles sing harmoniously and movingly.
8. "Shi Hao Li" Du Fu - At dawn, I have a bright future, and I say goodbye to the old man alone.
Explanation I continued on my way after dawn, and could only say goodbye to the old man who returned home.
9. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao" by Su Shi - A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with no place to express desolation.
Interpretation: The grave of his deceased wife is in Meizhou, thousands of miles away from Mizhou where the poet is located. I am filled with sadness and melancholy.
10. "Wangjiangnan·After washing up" Wen Tingyun - After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
After finishing the explanation, I climbed up to Wangjiang Tower alone, leaning on the pillars and staring at the surging river. 4. Explain the meaning of the ancient text about insomnia
Simply put, excess of yang and deficiency of yin leads to insomnia. The analysis is as follows: The so-called Jue Qi can be roughly translated as evil Qi, which means Qi that damages the human body, as opposed to Wei Qi.
Jueqi: generally refers to some secondary causes. Such as functional disorders, Qi and blood disorder, phlegm blockage, food stagnation or severe pain, etc. These pathological changes play a pathogenic role in the pathological process. "Su Wen·Yin Yang Ying Xiang Da Lun" states: "The abnormal Qi ascends, and the pulses become full and lose their shape." This refers to the pathology of sudden coma due to blood flow as Qi is reversed and the pulse channels become blocked.
Jue qi: the qi of superiority and rebellion, the qi of rebellion. "Su Wen·Yin and Yang Ying Xiang Da Lun": "Jue Qi ascends, filling the pulse and removing its shape." "Lingshu·The Beginning of All Diseases": "Jue Qi produces foot cramps, which produces shin cold, and shin cold causes blood clotting and astringency. . ” 5. Classical style, sad and lonely, about 100 words of pain.
The silver clouds are clear and misty, lying in the Changlong area.
Willow silk dipped in a few tufts of soft smoke, the curtains of the two cities are picturesque.
Fragrant grass bank, curved ring and half jade, scales and winding harbors and two streams.
Look at the blue sky and water, turned into arrows and the wind is blowing fast.
The white dew spreads across the river, covering thousands of acres of reeds. I wonder where the Lingcha tree is.
The green sky and wet clothes are too cold, and the golden palms of the sun are clumsy.
The flowers are flat, the greenery is lining the steps, and the Qiongtian emerges from the fairy world. The black eyebrows are cultivated, and the misty servant girl, as promised, is outside the eyes.
The green mirage is flying in the pavilion, the rainbow is pecking at the building, and the flying cover is flying on the back of the Cu'ao.
At dusk, the lights are on, the reflection of the phase wheel is reflected, you can secretly take a look at the other side of the lake, and the pieces are returning to the sail, far away from the sky. There are dancing dragons in the secluded ravine, crows roosting on ancient trees, some people are taking water from the Songjiang River, and they recall the fine-scaled and giant-mouthed fish Kanao.
On the waves, you can see still shadows and floating lights, and the shadows are all different.
There should be idle gulls in the depths of Jianjia. Don’t be surprised if you send messages.
I beat him all over Langgan, except for Dong Cao, I am my generation with Tian Suizi. I can grasp the greatness of the universe with all my heart.
In front of the pavilion, there are endless waves, always singing in the distance, full of moonlight.
After getting the preface to Oriole's Cry, I feel sad every minute.