1. Poems describing solitude
Modern poem: "The Lonely Harvester" was written by the poet when he traveled to Scotland.
Those who travel in the deserts of Arabia rest tiredly in shaded places; The song of the nightingale is welcome to them, but not as good as this song; In the spring, the cuckoo sings, in the farthest reaches The Hebrides ring, breaking the silence of the sea among the islands—but as exciting as this song. Ancient Poems: Drinking Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou. The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, which breaks the tranquility of the people. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Gutong Wang Anshi The nature is so dense that it is hundreds of fathoms high. Ling Xiao is unyielding and has an open mind.
The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker even when the sun is shining brightly. When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.
Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when I come. The people who embroider the curtains think far away, and the dewdrops are hanging secretly, and they cry to see off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.
Phoenix Flute Song Han Zhen disappears the soul, after saying goodbye to the pond, Zeng was walking in the green and jealous light skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.
Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the tender intestines are full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is declining all day long, and I can't see the way back. I light up my red lips. I stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten my slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.
Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniff the green plums and Huanxi sand. The cup is rich in amber, which melts before I become intoxicated. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When you wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Huanxi Sha The spring is deep outside the window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and have no words to listen to the Yao Qin. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
Huanxi Sha In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water and smoke lingers. In the dream, there are flowers hidden on the pillow of the mountain. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
Huanxi Sand The bun is hurt by spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze. The moonlight is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove, and the red cherry tent covers the tassels. The hibiscus embroidered on the sand curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva Man The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. He is in a good mood with his shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Recalling Qin'e, Lin Gao Pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Break up the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms and the fragrance of red lotus root linger in the jade mat of autumn.
I undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. Xingxiangzi The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Xing Xiangzi Qixi Festival The cicadas sing in the grass, and the parasol trees fall in fright. The world and the sky are filled with sorrow. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks.
Even if we come and go, we will never meet. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.
Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong.
It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
Lone Goose woke up from sleep on the rattan bed and paper tent, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.
When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important. 2. Poems describing loneliness and sleeplessness at night
1. Poems: Qiang Guan is covered with frost, people are sleepless, the generals are white-haired and their husbands are crying
From: "The Fisherman's House" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty "Ao·Autumn Thoughts"
Definition: The long sound of the Qiang flute came from the distance, the weather was cold, and the ground was covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and it was difficult for those who were fighting to fall asleep. Both the generals and the soldiers had gray hair and tears on their clothes.
2. Poetry: I will never sleep with sorrow, and the window will be empty at night under the pine moon.
From: Tang Dynasty's "Returning to Nanshan/Returning to My Hometown/Returning to Nanshan" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Definition: Full of sorrow, it is difficult to fall asleep, the moon shines outside the pine forest and there is an emptiness.
3. Poetry: Thinking of you is always painful and sad, and I can’t sleep every night.
From: "A Journey to the Pond" by Zhen Mi of the Han Dynasty
Explanation: Missing you often makes me cry so hard that I can't sleep peacefully every night.
4. Poetry: I can’t sleep for a long night, lying on my pillow and tossing and turning alone.
From: "Three Poems for Women" by Qin Jia of the Han Dynasty
Definition: It was difficult to fall asleep during the long night, and I turned over and over alone on my pillow.
5. Poetry: I can’t sleep by stroking my pillow, and I can only think by shaking my clothes.
From: Wei and Jin Dynasty Lu Ji's "Going to Luo Daozhong to Work"
Interpretation: Fu Ji couldn't sleep for a long time, and he was alone in his clothes and felt lost. 3. What are the poems about "Loneliness at Night"
1. The sound of leaves falls like rain, and the moonlight is as white as frost. When I lie alone late at night, who will dust the bed for me? ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Autumn Evening"
Translation: The night wind blows, the leaves fall one after another like the sound of rain breaking into the ears, and the bright moonlight covers the earth like frost. Just when I was about to fall asleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help but sigh that someone would come and wipe the dust off my bed.
2. The sound of incense embers leaking from the golden furnace is faint, and the breeze blows coldly through the wind. The spring scenery makes me sleepless, and the moon moves the shadows of flowers onto the railing. ——From: "Spring Night" by Wang Anshi in the Song Dynasty
Translation: The night is already deep, the incense in the incense burner has already burned out, and the water in the clepsydra is almost running out. The spring breeze in the second half of the night brings bursts of chill to people.
3. It seems that these stars are not the same as last night. Who is the wind and dew standing for at midnight? ——From: "Qihuai" by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty
Translation: The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night?
4. There is a cloud, a jade shuttle, and a light and thin shirt. Light frown and double snails. There are many autumn winds and gentle rain, and there are three or two banana trees outside the curtain. What can people do in the long night! ——Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yun Yiwu"
Translation: A bunch of bun, a jade hairpin inserted on it, a light-colored top and a light skirt, I don't know Why frowned slightly. Standing alone by the window, the sound of wind and rain mix together, and the banana trees outside the window are also in twos and threes. What should I do in this long and lonely night.
5. The stars are arrayed and the night is bright, and the solitary lamp on the rocky point is not yet dark. The brilliance of perfection never fades, and it is my heart that hangs in the blue sky. ——Tang Dynasty: Han Shan's "The Stars Arrange and the Night is Bright and Deep"
Translation: Many stars are arranged like chess pieces, making the night sky appear very deep. The moon that has not set yet lights up the cliff like a solitary lamp. The bright and perfect moon is crystal clear without polishing. That thing hanging in the blue sky is my heart. 4. Poems describing solitude
Modern poetry: "The Lonely Harvester" was written by the poet when he traveled to Scotland.
Those who travel in the deserts of Arabia rest tiredly in shaded places; The song of the nightingale is welcome to them, but not as good as this song; In the spring, the cuckoo sings, in the farthest reaches The Hebrides ring, breaking the silence of the sea among the islands—but as exciting as this song. Ancient Poems: Drinking Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of horses and carriages.
How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou. Su Shi hangs sparse tung trees when the moon is missing, which breaks people's initial tranquility. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can forgive him for his hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Gutong Wang Anshi is of high quality and stands hundreds of meters high.
Ling Xiao is unyielding and has an open mind.
The roots become stronger with age, and the leaves become darker even when the sun is shining brightly. When I think about it in the bright future, I would like to play the five-stringed harp.
Suo Li's sorrow is endless, and it is first smoked when I come. The people who embroider the curtains think far away, and the dewdrops are hanging secretly, and they cry to see off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, and the more heavy, the distant water and the lonely cloud. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.
Phoenix Xiao Yin Han Zhen disappeared, after saying goodbye to the pond, Zeng was walking in the green and jealous skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
Zhu Yankong has reformed himself, and his love grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.
Like a dream, the rain and wind last night were so heavy that the remaining wine could not be consumed by a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass has been dying all day long. When I see the way back, I put my red lips on the swing and sit back on the swing. I get up and straighten my slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.
Leaning against the door and looking back, I sniffed the green plums and the Huanxi sand, making the cup darker and thicker with amber. Before I became intoxicated, my sense of intoxication melted away, and the sparse bells already responded to the late wind. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.
Spring is already deep in the idle window of Huanxi Sha Xiaoyuan. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin in silence. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.
The spring light is bland on the sand in Huanxi, the weather is cold, the jade furnace is sinking in the water, and the smoke is lingering. I dream of returning to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
The sandy bun in Huanxi makes the spring more lazy, the evening breeze is in the courtyard and the plum blossoms are falling, the light clouds are coming and going, the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove, and the red cherry tent covers the tassels. The hibiscus on the sand-embroidered curtain in Huanxi smiles, leaning against the precious duck and kissing her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes are moved to be guessed.
One side is charming and charming, half a piece of paper contains tenderness and hatred, and the moon is moving and the shadows of flowers are about to come back again. The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight.
The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the trumpet urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow fight.
It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold. Bodhisattva is in a gentle breeze, the sun is thin and spring is still early, and he is in a good mood with his shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Recalling Qin'e's visit to the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, the crows have returned, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad, and the day is forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.
I undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. Traveling through the fragrant sky and the autumn light, my love turns to sadness, and I explore Jin Ying and learn that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Xing Xiangzi On Chinese Valentine's Day, crickets are singing in the grass, and the parasol trees are frightened, bringing sadness to both the world and the sky. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks.
Even if we come and go, we will never meet. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor.
Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.
The lonely goose wakes up from sleep under the paper curtain on the rattan bed, with endless words and wonderful thoughts. The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.
When the flute player goes to the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important.
5. Poems about loneliness at night
Wang Wei’s “Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, planting dogwood trees everywhere and missing one person” is a kind of wanderer’s loneliness
Li Shangyin’s “The sunset is infinitely beautiful, "It's just near dusk" is a kind of loneliness that is approaching twilight;
Yan Shu's "The flowers fell helplessly, and the fragrant path in the small garden lingered alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness;
Li Yu's "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moonlight"
This is the loneliness of a king who has subjugated his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and people with lofty ideals are also lonely.
Qu Yuan was exiled and wandered by the river, feeling that the whole world was turbid and he was the only one who was clear. This was a profound loneliness;
Jia Yi was in Changsha, feeling the rustling autumn wind and falling leaves. , this is a kind of loneliness where talents are not appreciated;
Zhuge Liang died after exhausting himself and worked hard for the prosperity of Shu Han. He had a moment of wise thinking alone. This is a kind of helplessness.
The loneliness of people sharing the burden;
Chen Ziang said on Youzhou Terrace, "I saw no ancients before me, no newcomers after me. I thought about the long journey of heaven and earth, and cried alone with sadness." This is a kind of feeling that no one understands. Loneliness;
Li Bai "How long will Liang Fu chant, when will we see spring?" This is a kind of loneliness that cannot be realized with empty ambitions;
Xin Qiji "Pat the railings all over, no one will , "Denglin means", this is a kind of loneliness that lacks close friends.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
Red lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine contains thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse bells have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
The voice is slow
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The sycamore tree is covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Good things are coming soon
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue was empty, and the green vat was dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn around the sorrow of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I worry about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
The courtyard is full of beauty
Spring is hidden in the small pavilion, the day is closed by the idle window, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like being in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. 6. Poems describing a peaceful night's sleep
Du Fu, Zuo Province, Spring Stay
Flowers are hidden in the wall, chirping at dusk, birds are flying across the sky, stars are coming to thousands of households, the moon is moving, and the sky is full of stars
< p> I don’t sleep listening to the golden key because of the wind. I think about the jade in the Ming Dynasty and ask how the night is going.Stay at Qi Wuqian in Longxing Temple
I forget to return to Songqing Ancient Palace at night in Xiangsha Temple. The lights in the abbot's room are tied with beads and the monk's robes
In the daytime, the mind is pure and the green lotus metaphor is microscopic. The flowers are falling endlessly and birds are flying everywhere
Sun Ti in the Pavilion of Yunmen Temple
Fireworks and elephants hang at the foot of Xiang Pavilion's east mountain. Thousands of lanterns are hung in the evening, and the curtains are rolled up in the autumn of the Five Lakes
On the wall, Yu Hongyan stays at the bullfighting screen window and is more suspicious of the sky. The road is close to the dream and the white clouds travel
"Drunken Taiping·Untitled" Anonymous
There are too many things to gain fame and fortune. Lin Quan was heartbroken. Xiaochaimen Huaji is in the east of the ancient city. Separated from the storm and waves.
Huashan clouds cannot reach the balcony dream. [Wang Gai] The stream does not connect to Taoyuan Cave. Luoyang City is less than Wuyi Peak. The old gentleman was sleeping heavily. 7. Famous quotes about being alone
The first important thing in life is to discover yourself, so people need to be lonely and meditative from time to time.
——Nan Sennuo
Loneliness in life is a kind of strength. If you can withstand loneliness, you will be free; if you cannot bear loneliness, you may be restrained by others.
People can learn in society, but inspiration only emerges when they are alone.
——Goethe
To endure loneliness may require greater perseverance than to endure poverty. Poverty may reduce a person's worth, but loneliness may corrupt a person's character.
—— Diderot
True loneliness is an emptiness that goes deep into your bones, an emptiness that drives you crazy. Even amidst the cheers, I feel emptiness, melancholy and depression inside.
——Gu Long 8. Asking for poems about waiting for people to return home at night
Meng Haoran is waiting in the mountain house of Master Su Ye
Sunset over Xiling , the group of gullies has suddenly become infested.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds.
The woodcutter is dying to return, and the smoke and bird habitats are beginning to settle.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing.
Hanging a mat on the river and waiting for the moon, Li Bai
Waiting until the moon comes out, watching the river flow.
Suddenly in the west corner of the city, a jade hook hangs in the blue sky.
Although you can embrace the beautiful scenery, you cannot visit the beautiful scenery.
In Geng Geng Jinbo, you can see the Magpie Tower from the sky.
Li Bai is waiting for the wine.
The jade pot is made of green silk. How late is it to sell wine?
The mountain flower smiled at me just as I was holding the cup.
Drinking wine in the evening under the east window, the wandering orioles are here again.
The spring breeze and drunken guests are a perfect match today.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Recalling the South of the Yangtze River by Wen Tingyun
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.
Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi
Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building when the moon is bright.
Feng Qiwu Liu Yong
Standing against the dangerous building, the breeze is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao. < /p>
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I want to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away.
Meet Li Yu
p>Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
Visiting Kinmen Feng Yansi
The wind suddenly picked up, blowing a pool of spring water. In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands.
The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, and I raise my head to hear the magpies rejoice.
Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River,
You live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day and don’t see you,
I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop?
When will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine,
I will live up to my love for you
Untitled Li Shangyin
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. , The east wind is powerless and the flowers are in vain.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
The Book of Songs of Guanju
Guanjujujiu is on the island of the river. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady,
I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a friend of the piano and the sesquito. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
The Book of Songs by Zijin
Green Zijin, my heart is leisurely. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?
The green purple robe makes me think about it for a long time.
Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?
Picking up the troubles and reaching the gates of the city. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.
The Book of Songs by the Quiet Girl
The Quiet Girl and her Shu are waiting for me in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratch one's head and hesitate.
The quiet girl is cheating on me