Dan Qing's exhibition is full of ink, not sighing about floating geometry. Lan Jian has crossed the horizon, laughing at the mistake of Hero Cup. -Liu Hanxiang's "Shuo Yuan"
A song of clothes and feathers, how lonely he is in this life. -Liu Hanxiang's "Shuo Yuan"
Ten sides cherish, Yanxiao Chang, drunk lying in the world of mortals, looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, thousands of miles of bright moon sending acacia. -Liu Hanxiang's "Shuo Yuan"
Drunk here, thinking is not clear, Changfeng Wan Li, drunk for a thousand years, and then according to every bright moon in Kyushu. -"Youth Travel"
Through my youth, remember my youth journey. Raise white bones to cross quicksand, and wine cuts people's heads in downtown areas. -"Youth Travel"
I used to play tricks when I was down and out. I used to get drunk and go into a brothel. I used to beat Ma Chuiyang for a long way. I used to spend a lot of time on a beautiful woman's head. Don't hate each other when you are short, you will feel cold when you hold hands. -"Youth Travel"
The gathering and dispersion of the wind and cloud will eventually disperse, so the old friend Jiang Hai borrowed a long sail and couldn't let go of a glass of wine from the west wind and sunshine. Well, have a rest. Huang Die will be worried tomorrow. Even if Zanhua is drunk, it's not like a youth tour. -"Youth Travel"
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella. -"Ji Xiang Xuanzhi" Gui Youguang
Inheriting the latter, now, now-Wu, we are all lonely. -Tang Hanyu's "Sacrificing Twelve Lang Wen"
Lonely godadou
Interpretation: 1, isolated and helpless. From Zou Taofen's Gossip: "The greatest thing is the power of the masses. As long as you work hard in this direction, you won't feel lonely. " 2. Being alone; Lonely, lonely. From Lao She's Camel Xiangzi: "Although Tigress can entertain him, he suddenly feels lonely at home. He has no wife but a daughter who looks like a man. "
Synonym: lonely j Ρ liá o: cold and depressed. From Lu Xun's To Cao Jinghua: "There is oppression of left-wing literature and art here, but other literature and art are completely empty, so the publishing industry is very lonely."
Lively rè nao: noisy and prosperous. From Ba Jin's Resting Garden: "The once secluded streets and lanes are now very lively."
2. What are the classical Chinese personality signatures about loneliness? 1. Life never leaves loneliness and exists independently. Whether it is birth, growth, love or success or failure, until the end, loneliness exists in a corner of life like a shadow. Garcia marquez
2. Reading is a lonely behavior. She regards books as oyster shells. Drilling in a book is as safe as hiding an oyster in a shell. The room is wrapped in dense pages, just as leaves occupy all the space in the dense forest. Calvino
The most unbearable loneliness is the lack of true friendship. bacon
People who enjoy loneliness are either animals or immortals. bacon
People who have no sincere friends are really lonely. bacon
6. People who like loneliness are either demons or gods. bacon
7. Loneliness can make people capable or clumsy. Hugo
Man can't live alone, he needs society. -Goethe
9. Talent in loneliness is better than cultivation; Character is best formed in the stormy waves of the world. -Goethe
Life is hard. For those who are unwilling to be mediocre, it is an endless struggle, often tragic, without glory and happiness, but a struggle in loneliness and silence. -romain rolland
1 1. The great changes of today's era are intense and pure in the hearts of lonely giants, and this impression will not weaken even if it is in contact with reality. -romain rolland
12, looking for enjoyment in the power of feelings is just like looking for happiness in loneliness and work. -Balzac
13, among all kinds of loneliness, people are most afraid of spiritual loneliness. -Balzac
14, the busy road is the loneliest, because no one loves him. Tagore
15, who, in this world, is not living alone, but dying alone. -San Mao
16, when someone is with you, don't forget what you found when you thought alone; When you meditate alone, think about what you have learned when you communicate with others. Leo Tolstoy
17, when I am most lonely, that is, when I am least lonely. -Beethoven
18, if sobriety is a virtue, then shyness will definitely stop me from showing off. But it is not a virtue, but a strange truth that suddenly appears in front of people who seek loneliness. Gibran
19, every moment of loneliness, just because I made a promise.
20. Religion is a kind of spiritual oppression suffered by people who work for others all their lives and are oppressed by poverty and loneliness. -Lenin
3. Classical sentences describing loneliness in ancient poetry or classical Chinese are carefree:
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds.
Because of An Qisheng, I met the green flower with sepals.
The autumn wind hooligans have blown all the flowers in the jade well.
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons.
It's not bad to sit on the guest's punch line.
Irony fights sophistry, and live fire divides new tea.
It's not to help the emperor, but it's fun.
Life can be like this, why go home?
Get up, fold your clothes and sit down, cover your ears and get tired of the noise.
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think.
Meng Xiao by Li Qingzhao. This is a dream poem. The poem describes the carefree life of the immortals in the realm of immortals, shows the poet's yearning for unrestrained free life, and also reflects the poet's depressed mood of seeking spiritual liberation. The whole poem is free and elegant, imaginative and romantic. There is a kind of fairy rhyme, which is unique among Qingzhao's words.
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Loneliness:
Guanhe order
Zhou Bangyan
Autumn is cloudy and sunny, and the yard suddenly gets cold. Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds.
The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off. The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night?
Make an appreciative comment
This word is a sad work in cold autumn. The first movie was about a cold autumn evening scene. The second sentence of Autumn Shade introduces a bleak autumn scenery, with continuous rain and occasional clearing, but it is dusk. This is really like the mood of a materialized traveler, and it is rare to have a moment of sunshine. From "Autumn Shadow" to "Bleak", it synthesizes the poet's depression from vision to feeling, and renders a sad state of mind trapped in the haze without seeing a sunny day. At the end of Listening, the poet stood in the courtyard and looked up at the clouds. However, "the clouds are deep" and the haze is deep. There is no trace of Hongyan, no hope of music and books, especially the poet's loss and loneliness. In the next movie, I wrote about the lonely lights in the middle of the night. Suddenly, the word "people go" shows that the impermanence of travel companions can set off the bitterness of being away from relatives. What is even more bitter is that "the wine woke up", suggesting that the poet has been using wine to drown his sorrows and drive away boredom, so as to spend the cold night in a drunken sleep; However, when the wine wakes up, it is also the autumn feeling that wakes up. When traveling, it is sad and lovers are homesick. The poet suddenly exclaimed, "How can midnight snack last forever?" How can I get through this long cold and dark night? The poet pushes the sadness and bitterness of travel to an inescapable position to end the whole poem, which shows the helplessness and frustration of the poet being abandoned.
Slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
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He who sees through the world of mortals:
Ode to Plum Blossoms (Bu Suan)
Lu you
Outside the post office, next to the broken bridge
Lonely, barren, a flower in full bloom
Sad for her loneliness in the twilight.
Windy and rainy
I have no intention of working hard to earn spring.
The jealousy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Crush into mud and grind into ash.
Leaving only the fragrance of the past.
Lisi
-Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
4. Write lonely ancient prose and drink Tao Yuanming.
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
Bu operator. Huang Huiyuan lived to be Su Shi.
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.
Gu 'anshi
Heaven is naturally dense and lonely.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes.
Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.
The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther.
She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.
Feng Xiao sings Han Zhen.
I lost my soul. After I left the pond, I often walked around, green and jealous.
At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.
Now her face is getting old, but she still feels like a fresh grass every year.
Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.
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Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even the sky is failing, and the road is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, I smelled my childhood.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang. Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly. On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy. The lonely goose's rattan bed paper account is sleeping, boundless and without good thoughts. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!