2, sitting alone, advocating independent pay, lying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
The sober man and saint of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker left his name.
5, the soul dream is unbearable, more embarrassing.
6, it's hard to say, the window is bright and clean, and the shadow is still romantic.
7. I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
8. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
10, who saw a lonely person traveling alone, ethereal and lonely.
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1 1, only the running water in front of the building. If you miss me, stare at me all day. Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.
12, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
13, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?
14, all the lonely cries fly towards the moon and shadow.
15, broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.
16, this time, what a sad sentence!
17, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.
18, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.
19, walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!
2. There are poems or famous sayings about loneliness, and it is good to take a walk to recall the stupid birds that walk at night in the south of the Yangtze River.
It also helps the weak willows to listen to the frogs. Stay away from thoughts.
Like a dream, the first stupid bird to fly in modern times, you were walking in the street at the beginning of autumn last night. When the traffic is heavy, look back to the west.
The road ahead, the road ahead, where does the bosom friend come from? The first stupid bird to fly in modern times is lonely and empty. Spring is about to break, and the deep tree occasionally smells birds. Last night, the cold wind disturbed me, and my dreams were few and far between.
A faint scent is swaying in the swamp, and the moonlight outside the window is like a bright moon. Fingers turn around soft marks, and sadness is the hardest.
The stupid bird Nian Nujiao, who first flew in modern times, looked at the overpass and saw people coming and going, and several broken flutes. The sky in Wan Li is overcast and the moonlight is getting brighter.
High-rise buildings with smoke trees, a clear autumn blue. Wonderland on earth is not the enemy of heaven.
I just wander the streets, looking around at a loss, and have I ever found a confidant? Everyone has his own lamp, I don't know what night it will be! Cold and clear, I look back several times, and I am afraid of silence. Outside the karaoke room, the sound of the piano destroys sadness.
When I met Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I went to the West Building without saying a word. The bright moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.
The soothsayer Song Sushi mistook the moon to hang the sparse trees, which made people quiet at first. Who saw you alone? Fuzzy and lonely.
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.
Song, the telephone operator, broke the bridge outside the post office, alone and without friends. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
Where does Qingpingle Huangsong listen to Jian Chun? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him.
There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.
Bai Juyi, who stayed in the Tang Dynasty in summer, was vast and sparsely populated, and the night was cool and clear. Sophora japonica is full of gas, and pine nuts fall.
Lonely, sitting under a lamp, thinking about the moon. Age is boring, not boring.
Occasionally, it is the original leaf of Tang Baijuyi red apricot, and the green plum has been pruned. When the flowers fall behind, when you wake up lonely and intoxicated.
I sat for a long time with a dark brow, and it was too late to do anything careless. Shaojun is a demon, and you should know it for nothing.
Since the topic of Tang Bai Juyi, the old man should be calm, and the poor should rely on profit. There are no piles of cases in hot months, but not in cold days.
Looking at it should be lonely and feel very happy. I have nothing to worry about when I am full.
Since the Tang Dynasty, the frequency of moving officials to the sub-counties was low. Lonely pity me, vaguely like the ancients.
There is no color in my heart, but the dust flies to my bones. As light as a horse, the knife ruler can't help it.
After the autumn night, when the distant geese fly. Shut the door alone, no one cares.
It's hard to start the autumn night in Jia Dao at night, and it leaks into the second watch. Remember to sit on mountains and rivers, and insects smell loneliness.
The wind falls in Dongting, and the sun and the moon leave the clouds. Will float from the east, what do you want to be?
Late autumn, I look forward to the pale autumn, and I feel sorry for myself in the suburbs. Chrysanthemums are still in bloom on lonely nights. The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day. On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
However, since the water is still flowing, it is even more worrying, even though we cut it with swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. There is no need to cry in life. Who has never been sad since ancient times? What do you know about leisure? Yichuan tobacco, catkins flying all over the city, plums yellow and rainy. Du Fu: Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor. Li Yu: I have nothing to say when I go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is deep in the courtyard.
Liu Zongyuan: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Li Bai: From from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Liu Yong: since ancient times, it is even more worthy of being left out! Su Shi: I refuse to live in the cold branch, and I am lonely in Shazhou! Lu You: Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless. Li Qingzhao: Looking for cold and asking questions is sad.
Ouyang Xiu: Who will go with you tonight? Only the lonely pavilion moon! Yan Shu: When I am drunk for a few days, I don't ask how lonely I am. I just ask how many clouds call friends, and the wind always takes several generations to follow.