No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot. What is the loneliest poem you have ever read?

People have different feelings and different understandings of loneliness at different stages, so there is no loneliest poem. When you are lonely, see which poem can enter your heart and resonate with your inner loneliness.

Li Bai's loneliness is that he feels no one to drink with him. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me. " Most poets have personalities, among which Li Bai is a maverick. When Li Bai is lonely, he is accompanied by immovable things.

"Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go alone. Seeing each other tirelessly, I only respect Tingshan. " At this time, Li Bai was a little miserable. Even birds and white clouds are not far from him. Only Jingting Mountain can't run away. There is no way but to look at Li Bai with wide eyes.

Du Fu's loneliness is because he always walks on the lonely road, has no fixed place to live, has no guarantee of life, and needs help from others to make a living. Therefore, he is always accompanied by lonely lights and night. "The wild trails and clouds are all black, and the rivers and boats are bright." Du Fu's loneliness is a sense of insecurity. "Whoever pities a shadow will lose a million clouds." "Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! "So Du Fu's loneliness is based on heaven and earth. Although it is atmospheric, it is even more heartbreaking. " Jiangcun was lonely and fell into the final loneliness. "

Coincidentally, Liu Zongyuan's loneliness is also based on the mountains and rivers, but his loneliness seems to be because he is not understood, but his inner loneliness. Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan;

"Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. " Qian Shan, a vast landscape, a vast world, in a vast white world, there is only one fisherman who lives alone. What he caught was not fish, not Leng Xue, but loneliness.

Loneliness and loneliness seem to be something that poets have never lacked since ancient times. No matter you are a big official, a small official or a civilian, you are not a good poet without worry and loneliness. Yan Shu has worked hard for such a big official. "The west wind withered the green trees last night. Being alone in a tall building, looking at the horizon. " Above the tall building, looking at the horizon, this loneliness is far-reaching enough, as if to say to everyone: you don't understand my loneliness.