You always have to savor all the loneliness by yourself, just like these ten poems written for thousands of years. When you understand them, you can truly understand the vicissitudes of the world, fall in love with this loneliness, enjoy this loneliness and find your own way home.
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.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.
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.
This is a lonely poem that Kubinashi likes like no one else. It is extremely bleak, but it still retains a kind of aloof pride.
A pot of wine, placed among the flowers, has no relatives or friends, only me. Raise a glass to drink with the bright moon * *, and then look down at the figure and become three people. The moon shouldn't drink, the shadow just follows me. Since it's convenient for the bright moon to have no company, I'll take advantage of the spring night to eat, drink and be merry here. I sang that the moon was wandering and my dancing shadow was messy. Play together when you are sober, and separate when you are drunk. I would like to be friends with the bright moon and meet the high shore of the Milky Way.
When a person is most lonely, it is nothing more than that all the sufferings can only be borne by one person, and all the tears can only flow silently by one person. No one can be with anyone forever. People must always learn to grow up and get used to loneliness.
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! .
This is a sad sense of wandering, deep and dignified, helpless and sad loneliness.
Breeze, fine grass, solitary boat, Ye Ping under the starlight is so vast, and the river flows under the bright moon. Is my reputation only because it is a good article? Maybe you should retire when you are old and sick? I often wonder what it's like to wander around. Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.
If the heart has no place to yearn for, it is wandering around. Everyone's life will always be confused, wandering, homeless, and how to spend that lonely period of no one to rely on?
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!
This is a sad song about life, loneliness, independence, anger and depression.
I have never seen a wise monarch in ancient times before, and I have never seen an emperor who is polite and corporal. Thinking of the eternity of heaven and earth, I am sad alone and can't help but burst into tears. How could I be born at a bad time?
Once upon a time, we were full of ambition, but in reality we were suppressed and not recognized, so that we didn't play our talents. It's sad and regrettable. Who knows the loneliness in our hearts?
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.
This is a lonely work that is homeless and unable to drift, leaving behind sadness and homesickness, loneliness and desolation.
Guests who trudge on the rugged and distant No.3 bus and live in dangerous places thousands of miles away. All around the mountain, the snow reflected the cold night, and before sitting in the candlelight, I was a foreigner. Getting farther and farther away from relatives, getting closer and closer to very young people and servants. It's really unbearable to wander around on New Year's Eve, and the Spring Festival will be celebrated tomorrow.
Have you ever left your hometown? Have you ever been unable to bear the pain of wandering? Being in a foreign land, thinking in the old city, endless loneliness, nowhere to vent, can only be borne silently by one person. When this loneliness is over, may you find your own spiritual home.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
This is a sad poem. There are unspeakable pains and tears that can only be shed by themselves. It is lonely and sad.
Lonely people are always silent, slowly climbing up the west wing alone, looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the garden are lonely, and the deep courtyard is covered with cold and desolate autumn colors. Those sorrows that are constantly being cut, confused and confused are the pain of national subjugation, which has been entangled in my heart, and now it has become another kind of taste that has nowhere to tell.
When you encounter setbacks in life, how to solve your troubles? What can be said is not the deepest loneliness, but the unspeakable loneliness, which surrounds people's hearts. Bitterness is also a kind of torture, and only one person can understand the taste.
Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death?
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a sentence: Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Muxue, who are you only looking at?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
This is a poem about lovesickness and loneliness, which will be passed down forever.
What is the love in the world that makes two geese live and die together? No matter how far the journey is, whether it is cold in winter or hot in summer, we still love each other. Flying with me is happy, but parting is really painful. At this moment, I know that this spoony double goose is more spoony than spoony children in the world! The lover who was inseparable has passed away. The real goose should know in her heart that this trip to Wan Li is lonely and the future is long. Every year, they fly to Wan Li and Qian Shan, and at dusk, they lose the love of their lives and are lonely. What's the point even if they live alone?
This watershed area used to be a place for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to play. Whenever Emperor Wu goes out for a patrol, it is always noisy with gongs and drums. It's cold smoke and cold grass now, and it's a depression. Emperor Wu died, and evoking souls is of no help. The mountain gods cried in vain, and the dead are gone! Even heaven is jealous of the affection of these two geese who are committed to life and death. A double-hearted goose will never turn to dust after death like a swallow. Will be remembered forever after death. Singing and drinking, visiting the former site of Qiu Yan cemetery to pay homage to the couple's souls.
There is a kind of loneliness that is inseparable and spoony. How can infatuated men and women in the world be so firm, noble in love, regretless in love and immortal in love?
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?
This is a hurtful work, with deep feelings and graceful manners. Love is separated from the horizon, and there is nowhere to be sad.
In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, 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. Last night, the west wind was fierce and dried up the green trees. 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 my sweetheart is.
Once upon a time, it was slow, and I only loved one person in my life. The man I fell in love with when I was young must be unforgettable all my life. Every time I look back and think of the past, I can't help but feel an unspeakable bitterness and sadness. Some people, some things, once missed, can never go back.
Who is Germany's neighbor now?
Looking from a distance, it is the night tan river, and the moonlight shines like a thousand peaks.
This is a poem written for a friend to express his loneliness. The whole world is drunk, and I wake up alone, lonely but detached.
I was also tempted by the name of officialdom and refused to get away. Who still has noble gentleman virtue now? Looking at Tanxi in the distance. The moon is so bright, but it shines only for you in Qian Shan, Feng Wan.
When we are alive, it is inevitable that we will face the indifference of the world alone. Whenever people get old and the world gets worse, we have to deal with it. Sometimes loneliness is neither loneliness nor loneliness, but we have to do it.
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.
This is a poem that is frustrated in life and still unwilling to go with the flow. It is extraordinary and self-sufficient.
The waning moon hangs on the sparse plane tree. In the dead of night, the water in the clepsydra has dripped out. Who has ever seen a lonely man walking alone, like a lonely goose on the horizon? Suddenly I started up and looked back, but no one knew about it. Picked all the cold branches and refused to live, willing to endure loneliness and cold in the sandbar.
Life is like a swan, which goes back and forth from generation to generation. But a person's experience is like a dream, which has gone without a trace and is hard to remember. In the face of the secular, but also to maintain a lofty and free and easy, absolutely to the secular realm.
Thousands of birds have flown away, and a thousand roads have no footprints.
Alone in the boat, Li Weng catches the cold river alone.
This poem is the loneliest poem, just like the first word of every poem, "Be lonely".
All the birds on the mountain have flown away, and no one can be seen on all the roads. I was the only one who crossed the boat and fished under the Leng Xue alone.
Life is like this song. When we were young, we often couldn't read it. Only after experiencing the cold world and the vicissitudes of the world can we truly appreciate the "ten million loneliness" that has nowhere to be placed in our hearts.