Poems about lonely old people

1. It's a poem about a lonely old man.

About the lonely old man is the poem 1. It reflects the loneliness of the elderly.

Today, people can't see the ancient moon. This month, according to the ancients-Tang Li Bai's Drinking asking for the moon, when will the moon be bright? Ask about Sky Wine.

Song? Su Shi "When will there be a bright moon?" Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. -Don? Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

-Don? Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" is quiet in the east and quiet in the west, but he sees the moon in the heart of the river. -Don? Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey goes to the West Building without words, and the moon is like a hook.

Li Yu looked in the mirror in the morning and saw that her hair cloud was changing. However, she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening songs. Li Shangyin is a man in the dust of the ancient Buddha.

I thought about it for ten years and didn't think about it. I will never forget it, cold and sad.

-Li Qingzhao's ci is a window, facing the computer alone. Sorrow is even more worrying, and the autumn wind is bleak.

There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? When is the autumn moon in the desert? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, so my country could not bear to look back at the Ming Dynasty in the middle of the month. Carved fences and jade articles should be especially there, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. The rain candle brushed the tears.

Drunk cicadas sing until dawn. Handsome, beautiful and lonely.

Wrap the red rope around the end edge! A person in a tall building can't help seeing the ends of the earth and feeling deja vu. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, river and lake night rain for ten years. Nothing to say, go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn courtyard.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees and went up to the tall building alone, looking at the horizon. There is no girl who is not sad in the cold world, and there is no Meng Po Tang in the world. I'm sorry. I drank Erguotou.

Knock the chess pieces at will and fall into snuff. Where will you wake up tonight? Before Xiaofeng's waning moon, Yang Liuan didn't suffer a bit, and then he didn't storm.

How lonely it is to feel lonely when reading BL, how lonely SY is, how lonely it is for a person to sigh and go to the west wing, how lonely it is for the bright moon to be like a hook, how lonely it is to lock the autumn scissors in the deep courtyard of Wutong, and how chaotic it is to leave the sorrow. I have a feeling in my heart that leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. The Yellow River flood is out of control according to law; Like the water of the Yangtze River, it is endless. Cat (55): Old vines, old trees, faint cries, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and westerly winds, thin horses and setting sun, heartbroken people at the end of the world and a moment that should last forever, but they are disappointed for a while.

I don't see * * before, but I don't see ♂♂ miss heaven and earth, but I'm disappointed ♀♀♀ The Peach Blossom Temple under the Peach Blossom Tree, the Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn. Li Qingzhao: Cut plum red lotus root and fragrant jade in autumn, relieve Luo Shang lightly, and go to Lanzhou alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart. Lonely and cold window is empty

Flowers fall, a kind of lovesickness, carefree sorrow in both places: from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one accompanied me until I raised my cup, and I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us could not drink, and my shadow marked me blankly; But there was a time when I had these friends. Carpe diem and spring songs are more and more. When I dance, I wake up in chaos, I have sex with people, and then I get drunk, and we lose each other. I will never end up in ruthlessness, but I can enjoy myself ... There is nothing to go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, ten years are gloomy, and the spring resentment is unforgettable. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

There is a blue elf on the right side of the left leg and the left side of the right leg. She is alone and has never seen a male elf.

I used to be fascinated by Kong Wei, but also shed tears because of that leisurely sadness. I long for the rain to flow through the rainbow and the wind to blow through the roses. Joan Chan, a long-time companion with a blue lantern, looked at the ancient Buddha. After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.

I remember Xiaoping at first sight. She said that she was lovesick, the moon was there, and she felt sorry for herself. When has she ever cried for others in the cold night and rain? When did she come back to see Zhejiang tide shoes and broken bowls? No one asked her how many cherry blossom bridges she had crossed, and no one cared, so she returned to her distant home alone ... At dusk, she took off her makeup and the west wind outside the window was cold and transparent. Listening to the sound of bananas, it is drizzling, where can I knock my teeth? Looking through the autumn water, I don't see my home, and my tears are like hemp.

I miss him and hate him, holding Hong Xiuxie's divination board! I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will wither, old trees will faint, bridges will flow, and ancient roads will be sparse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

I have been looking for another person, even if it is blind happiness, only when I really love each other can I understand what is profound. I have been looking for another person to make me believe that happiness is true. What can make people more pious? I have answers when I am with you. * * Before going to bed, I bowed my head and thought that * * the flowers were not worn, and no one was advised to get drunk and no one was awake. With whom, complaining about grass decline, cold smoke unlimited feelings. Who is cuter than her? Living in a deep valley; Son's daughter, now humble to the dust; In the past, Guanzhong was in chaos, and her brothers and close relatives were killed; What's the use of them in high positions? They don't accept flesh and blood. The world only scoffs at adversity, and everything is accompanied by candles; Husband is fickle, seeking new looks like new jade; All he can see is the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love; This stream is pure at its mountain source, but its water darkens away from the mountain; In cold weather, she leans against a tall bamboo. Last night, the west wind carved a green tree in a tall building, and the road was long and Xiu Yuan was Xi. Clothes are getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I looked for her in my dream and suddenly turned around, but the man was in the dim light.

The lonely back of an old man is depicted by some beautiful poems.

1, "Zi Zhan presents the old man on the ridge", the second song "Old Man Rhyme"

Song Dynasty: Su Zhe

There is always ashes on Lingtou Road.

Long and short rhizomes are planted separately.

Contempt removes the previous karma,

Knowing that you will return to the sea.

Translation:

The ashes, long rhizomes and short rhizomes of Spiraea are planted separately. ● Disappeared from the previous generation. Zhi Jun returned from the sea.

2. Partridge Chen Tian Gong Mi presented a Yu Zi ditty to persuade the elderly to drink. The old man drank it and gave the word. "

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Smile and twist cranberries. Yangzhou is the most demon in ten miles.

It was refreshing to meet my relatives in the evening.

Feet monkey eyes, waist when dancing. Liu Lang tried to disappear several times.

In the Ming Dynasty, where did I know that I was sober? Clouds were purple and Yu Di was heartbroken.

Laugh and twist red berries and green spring. Yangzhou Shili is the most charming place. As night fell, my family saw it, full of energy and charming. Beautiful eyes and waist when dancing. Liu Lang tried to disappear several times. Knowing where to wake up after drinking in the Ming dynasty, Yun He was heartbroken and complacent.

3. "The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, I don't believe that Fangchun is tired of the elderly."

Song Dynasty: He Zhu

If you don't believe that Fang Chun hates old people, the old people will send him several times to cherish the fun of spring.

All the colorful songs are to my liking, and it is true that flowers are in full bloom and drunkenness.

Translation:

I don't believe Fang Chun will be tired of old people. The old man sent Yuchun several times, and Mozi, who cherished the happiness of spring, appeared frequently. It is my will to laugh and sing, which makes people upset and intoxicated. The only thing that matters is getting drunk.

4. "Every old man"

Tang Dynasty: Hidden Mountain

Every road will meet an old man,

The temple is as white as snow.

One mile and two miles,

Four times and five times.

This road met an old man. This temple is as white as snow. A mile, two miles. Four times and five times.

5. Beating the Old Man

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

Bimodal brown clothes for a long time,

A white eyebrow is long.

Who knows what barbarism means,