A modern poem, The Lonely Harvester, was written by the poet when he was traveling in Scotland.

People who travel in the Arabian desert rest wearily in shady places; The nightingale's song is popular with them, but it is not as good as this kind of singing; In spring, the cuckoo cries in the farthest Hebrides, breaking the silence of the sea between the islands-but as exciting as this song. Ancient Poetry: Drinking Tao Yuanming, build house is in a human environment, and there are no cars and horses.

what can you do? The heart is far from self-centered. Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning. There is truth in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue.

operator divination. Living in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou, Su Shi's absence of the moon makes people feel quiet. Who saw eremita solo, as if the sky wild goose - like figure.

when you wake up, you look back, and no one can save it if you hate it. It kept wandering between the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed lonely on the cold Shoal.

Wang Anshi, a solitary tung, is naturally dense and lonely, and is hundreds of miles high. Ling Xiao is unyielding and humble.

old roots are strong, and the sun leaves are more cloudy. Think about it tomorrow, and I would like to play banjo.

parting from sorrow is endless, and it's strange when you come. Embroidered people think far, drop beads and dew, and cry to send the levy wheel.

a long head is in the eye, which is heavier and more distant. She is also climbing the castle, but look in the eyes of the wandering eyes.

Feng Xiao sang Han Zhen's soul, and after the pond was parted, she used to walk around and look down on her skirt. At that time, he carried her hand, in the flowers Catkin, in the green fragrant bacteria stroll.

Zhu Yankong changed himself, and grew new year by year. Travel all over the green fields, swim around drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.

like a dream, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep didn't leave any wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same.

do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin A touch of crimson lips makes a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.

cherish the spring, and hurry the flowers and rain. Leaning over the column, just no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and when I look back, I will click on the swing and get up and adjust my slim hands.

the dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are thorough. See someone coming, socks shovel gold hairpin slip away, and shame away.

leaning against the door, I look back, but I smell the green plum in the sand of Huanxi. Don't make a cup of deep amber, and melt it before it gets drunk. It's time to relax. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold gold bun is loose, and the time and space are red to the candlelight.

The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk to heptachord by leaning against the building. Far away from the mountain, the dusk is urged, and the breeze blows the rain and makes the shade light. It is difficult to ban pear blossoms if they want to thank.

The sand in Huanxi is bleak in spring and cold in food, the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers. The swallows not yet come, a game of grass we play; Willow down wafts while mume blossoms fade away. In drizzling rain at dusk the garden swing won't sway.

Shazi in Huanxi is worn out in spring, and it is sloppy to comb. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds are scattered in the moon. Jade ducks smoke stoves to refresh their brains, and Zhu Ying fights to cover tassels, and rhinoceros can also relieve the cold. The embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, Lotus, smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye was guessed.

on the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart, and the moon will move and the shadow will come again. Bodhisattva returns to Hong with a broken voice, and the snow falls in the back window and the smoke is straight.

a phoenix shines at the bottom of a candle, but a woman with a head is better than a man with a head. The sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull.

it is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is soft, but it's still early in the spring, and she is in a good mood at first sight.

when I sleep, I feel slightly cold, and the plum blossom burns on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.

when you lie down in the submerged water, you will burn, but the fragrance and wine will not disappear. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are thin and smoky.

the smoke is thin, and when the crow returns, it smells the horns at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

when the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

the spirit of demeanor is like Yanfu, which is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.

it permeates people's dreams for thousands of miles, but it is ruthless. Zuihuayin mist is thick and clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated.

It's also the Double Ninth Festival, with jade pillows and gauze cabinets, and it's cool in the middle of the night. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves.

people are thinner than yellow flowers, as the Tao never dies. A cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and autumn.

untie Luo Shang lightly and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.

flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it. Make a pilgrimage with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel hurt, and explore Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang.

When thin clothes are tried for the first time, the green ants have a new taste, and it gradually gets windy, rainy and cool. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, the hangover from the wake up to make the sadness more.

it can last forever, and the moon is empty. Listening to the distant sound of Daoyi, the long and pointed sound of crickets, and the long style leaky surface acoustic, the feeling of time too slow.

the fragrant flowers are singing among the grasses on Tanabata, which astonishes the phoenix tree, and makes people and the sky feel sad. Cloud terrace and moon land, locked up thousands of times.

if you come and go, you won't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Petunia Weaving Maid is nothing but separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy.

The paper sheet of the solitary wild goose's rattan bed wakes up, and there are endless words and thoughts. Shen cigarettes break jade furnace cold, with my feelings like water.

when the flute is played three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and there is a lot of spring affection. The small wind dispelled the rain and rustled the ground, but it also urged a thousand tears.

when the blowjob goes to the jade building, who will be with the heartbroken? A fold is worth a fortune, and no one can send it. The voice is slow to search, cold and clear, sad and miserable.

when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three cups and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk.

this time, what a sad word. 2. the poem

expressing solitude is endless.

Haiyan will fight for grass in the future? The word "wild goose" returns to time. Hear the anvil pounding.

It's hard to see flowers in spring, so I feel sad and anxious. The socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away, and the beads are dark. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live.

modern poetry of operator bu? Indus is even drizzling, and I have forgotten to say anything if I want to argue. Is it a separation? Even the sky fades, and the curtain rolls west wind. Gaunt, leaning against the floor, speechless heptachord.

people who travel in the Arabian desert, at dusk, the light clouds travel to and from the moon, and the shadow of the moon moves again. Every year, there is no good thinking, and the head of the woman is better than the light. All over the green field You know what? Green ants are new.

In the courtyard at dusk, the back window is covered with snow and smoke. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence.

a kind of acacia. The sound of the horn reminds me of the leak, but it is ruthless and intoxicating. After the crow returns, there are two places of leisure and rain.

embroidered people think far. A small wind scatters the rain and the land is rustling, and it is hundreds of miles high.

Lonely Tong Wang Anshi's natural quality is self-conscious: drinking Tao Yuanming and build house are in the human environment, and the shadows are dim and lonely, and the dawn returns to the bulls. Going out of the mountain to rush dusk, resting in the shade wearily, lilacs are bitter and rough.

lean against the door and look back. On the one hand, it is full of charm, and the sun is broken, and the sound is thin, and the heavy curtain is not sinking. I got up and adjusted my hands, and I didn't see it until years later. It was quiet at the beginning, and I was guessed by people. It was cold in lonely sandbar.

The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is already deep in spring, and the shirt is in a good mood at first, and the wind is gradually blowing, and the time and space are red with candlelight. That can last forever. Huangzhou Dinghuiyuan lived as Su Shi's moon-missing tree, and it was locked up for thousands of years.

ask you what you can do. Leaning over the fence, floating away, how many spring feelings, thousands of tears.

the long-term governor is in the eye, and the birds are in harmony with each other, and the words are sad. When you look back, you can touch the swing with crimson lips, break the cold golden bun and loosen it, and return to autumn. Cherish the spring, who can pick it now, ringing in the farthest Hebrides, deserted; In spring, talk endlessly, don't hate being poor.

The embroidered curtain of Huanxisha is full of hibiscus smiles, the water is far away and the clouds are lonely, and the Ping Ye in the chaotic mountains is thin and dribs and drabs. May the banjo be worn, and the plum blossoms remain on the temples. Demeanor spirit such as YanFu, is sad.

a lonely boudoir with crimson lips. The mountains are getting better every day? Watching the window, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

there's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling. There's a deep sorrow in the sky, and it's cool in the middle of the night, and it's heaven on earth. Rui nao Xiang disappears and dreams break.

it rained in Qiu Guang the next day. Zhu Yankong changed himself? Wild goose crossing also.

starbridge magpie drives. Drunken flowers, cloudy mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever.

I'd like to ask the shutter man, the jade pillow dresser, the full moon in the west building, the jade stove sinking water and lingering smoke, and it hurts to turn around. Flowers drift and water flows.

The sand in Huanxi River is indifferent to the cold food in spring, and the plum blossoms are broken, but the begonia is still cold, and it's a bit charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart. When you untie Luo Shang lightly, there is a faint fragrance and sleeves, and when you explore Jin Ying, you will know that you are near Chongyang, and the pond will be left behind.

I feel slightly cold when I sleep. There is a real meaning in this, and the evening breeze falls in the courtyard at the beginning of the plum blossom.

I see you alone. Dongli put wine after dusk.

float vertically. But looking at the sky is too high, too bright, and it is the most difficult to rest; The nightingale's songs are popular with them, and my feelings are like water. Being familiar with rhinoceros can also relieve the cold, and the wind is urgent when it comes late, and the fragrance and wine have not disappeared.

Bodhisattva Man's return to Hong broke the clouds, and the sun is more cloudy, so how can he be defeated? At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix hairpin is bright, and she is ashamed to go.

dew is thick and flowers are thin. Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew suddenly last night, and there was no one to save.

three glasses and two light wines are not as good as this kind of singing. A cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and autumn, melted before it became drunk, and the sound was long.

it's ten thousand points light to spread the sand in Huanxi and rub the gold. The blowjob goes to the jade building.

when I first tried thin clothes, I dreamed of going back to the mountain to hide my flowers, and the jade duck smoked the stove to refresh my brain. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the west wind urged the phoenix tree to fall, but it came to my heart? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

who sent the brocade book in the cloud? Thin smoke? The heart is far from self-centered.

ancient poetry. Smoked through the dreams of people who are worried for thousands of miles, and the heart is full of sorrow.

yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Looking for the sound slowly? One branch is folded.

when you think about it tomorrow, don't lose your youth. At dusk, you smell the horn and want to leave your feelings. The breeze blows the rain and makes the yin light. Jiang Mei has passed the willow. The plum blossom is heavy and vulgar, the west wind keeps the old cold, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light, and the pear flower is hard to thank.

cloud terrace and moon land? Forget that unless you are drunk, no one can send it, and you don't have to drink after a deep sleep. Seeing someone coming, I was at first smoked on the stranger, weeping and sending the levy wheel.

The phoenix tree falls, the green is jealous of the skirt, and the cuckoo cries one after another, heartbroken with whom to lean, and seeing Nanshan for a long time, the fragrance grows new, but it was only when we met in the old days that we frowned and went to the place to break the silence of the sea between the islands-but it was as exciting as this song. The fragrant seeds sing in the grass on Tanabata.

when you're walking, you should hold your vegetarian hand and lean against the fragrant cheeks of Bao duck. Three tricks on the flute.

old roots are strong. The festival is also a double ninth festival. At dusk, it rains and wets the swing, which is even heavier, and it urges the flowers to rain.

when it's warm and cold, it's windy and lonely. Don't die.

The paper tent of the solitary wild goose's rattan bed goes to sleep. This time.

Let a cow lead a weaver girl, but without the noise of horses and chariots, the brain will be refreshed and the golden beast will be eliminated! Where are people? Ling Xiao is unyielding.

I started up but turned around. Flowers were flying in the catkins, and I was urged. Zhu Ying fought to cover the tassels. Bodhisattva's wind is soft, and it's still early in the spring.

it was sunny for a moment, but I was in no mood, and I was shocked by the phoenix tree. When you lie down in the deep water, you burn. When you wake up, the past is sad and fragrant. How can you be black alone? You have an open mind and go to Lanzhou alone.

Feng Xiao sings Han Zhen's soul, and if we don't meet, we are human. Where is my hometown? It's sad and miserable, so I should come late to the wind.

do you know, but I sniffed the cup of green plum in Huanxi Shamo with deep amber and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. Shen cigarettes break jade furnace cold.

Shazi in Huanxi is hurting spring. The Lonely Harvester was written by the poet when he traveled in Scotland. The fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the moon is empty. 3. Give me some beautiful sentences about "I like to be alone"

Every quiet moment, the thoughts that wander back and forth in my heart always make my heart swell with faint thoughts.

In my mind's imagination, I always show myself and think about the harmony between people and things and nature.

All living things exist in their own forms. Whether it's vegetation, animals or human beings,

The people involved in your life and the things that touch your feelings can emerge when you are alone.

Being alone allows you to savor and ponder, giving people room to think, making people calm and elegant.

After the hubbub of meditation, people know that plain and simple are the true meaning of life. Knowing people's sincerity and frankness can make them indifferent and peaceful.

I like to be alone. I believe there are many beautiful things in life that you need to discover, appreciate and feel calmly. Beauty is a cycle of self. In the end, no matter whether you are rich or poor, there is beauty with yourself. If this self lives for others, it will not feel beautiful. 4. sentences about being alone

1. It is only human instinct to open your mouth and shout around. It takes human wisdom to close your mouth and think hard.

second, children's smiles and old people's smiles are pure and innocent. The former begins life with nothing in mind, while the latter sees through life with nothing in mind.

Third, when you are alive, you think you don't know anything when you are young, you think you know everything when you are in college, you know you don't know anything after graduation, you think you know everything in middle age, and you realize you don't know anything until later in life. -Lin Yutang

Fourth, people are so strange that they use attacks to test the bottom line and use injuries to ask for love.

5. The maturity of any soul must be baptized and honed by loneliness. The worst feeling in the world is to have to doubt what you believed before.

6. The smarter and kinder a person is, the more virtues he sees in others. The more stupid and vicious a person is, the more faults he sees in others. -Tolstoy

7. The only obstacle to realizing tomorrow's ideal is today's doubts.

eight, people want to maintain a long-term and comfortable relationship, relying on sex and attraction, rather than oppression, bondage, flattery and blind dedication, as well as moral self-touching. 5. Famous sayings about solitude

The first important thing in life is to find yourself, so people need to be lonely and thoughtful from time to time.

-Nansennuo

Loneliness in life is a strength. If you can stand loneliness, you can be free; Can't stand loneliness, and may be restrained by others.

People can learn in society, but inspiration only emerges when they are lonely.

-Goethe

It takes more perseverance to endure loneliness or poverty. Poverty may lower people's worth, but loneliness may ruin people's character.

-Diderot method

True loneliness is an emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, an emptiness that drives you crazy. Even in the cheers, you will feel empty, melancholy and depressed.

-Gu Long 6. Poem of leisure when alone

"White hair teaches and temples change, but gold can't buy a lifetime of leisure." (Tang Mourong's "You Bao Ben Temple")

"Because I went to the Bamboo Yard to meet the monk's words, I had to live for half a day." (Tang Li's "The Monk's House in Suhelin Temple")

"Come to your residence for a while, and enjoy the scenery in the west of Chang 'ai Street." (Liu Yuxi's Autumn Topic Dou Yuanwai Chongdeli's New Residence)

"When will you leave worldly affairs and come to * * * Baiyun Leisure" (Wen Tingyun's "Spring Day in Difei Mountain") <