Lonely and excellent composition

In real life or work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following are the lonely and excellent compositions I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Lonely excellent composition 1 finally stepped into the long-awaited middle school threshold, and I met another good friend: Yu, who once had an enviable friendship with others. We go to school together every day, discuss problems together, tell jokes together and have dinner together. We also sit together, telling our ideals to the blue sky, watching kites flying in the sky, listening to childish rhymes in our ears, leaning on each other's shoulders, which is bleak. My trouble is that she is willing to sit down and listen to me. Those lingering melancholy vanished in a short time. When I am alone with her, I feel less tears and more laughter. May we have a lifelong friendship, no matter how long it takes, no matter how far we go, let our friendship become the most beautiful scenery on the road of life. Tonight, send my blessing to the moonlight. May our friendship tree be evergreen and our friendship last forever.

Youth life has become more colorful because of their company; In the mood for love, I am full of confidence because of their encouragement; In the lush years, because of their embellishment, my sky is always full of sunshine. I hope that after many years, we can still remember each other, remember the youth we walked together and remember this precious friendship. Youth is not lonely with you!

Lonely and excellent composition 2 Walking in the silent street, there is no end, and the darkness that accompanies me is endless forever.

Lonely, as if my sky is colorless and completely black. The dazzling lights of the city cover the moonlight in the sky, and it seems that there is only one floating soul.

What is loneliness?

I said that loneliness is like wandering souls, walking aimlessly, not knowing my own direction: loneliness makes me feel that I sometimes exist, and sometimes I am nothing: I always want to do something when I am lonely, but I don't know where to start. Loneliness is a kind of melancholy.

Many times our world is too noisy and dusty.

Maybe, I missed a lot, or maybe I got a lot, and the result was taken away by time, leaving only stumbling forward.

In the days like flowing water, there are always some worries that pass through the years and will never change. I will still miss the past, or look forward to the scene when I grow up one day. Groups of immature faces have become unfamiliar faces, and even I can't see my silhouette in the mirror. At this time, the space has changed. You are not in my world, leaving me alone, shouting silently in an empty heart.

Tumbling thoughts, in an instant, thoughts began to spread, such as thousands of vines winding around the heart, not as lonely as a person, but also lonely, afraid and not thinking. A lonely river flows. It's spreading, spreading.

Suddenly, I felt a panic. When I opened my eyes, the dazzling sunshine outside the window forced me to close my eyes again. Silently a little bit, slowly had an idea. Oh, it was morning. Look at the alarm clock, it's nine o'clock. This situation has been going on for some time, and I am getting used to it.

I don't want to get up yet, lying in bed staring at the glistening ceiling in a daze. I found that the ceiling is really white during this time. Keep lying down and get up, too. There is only one person left in the empty room. It's so quiet, I can hear the ticking of the small alarm clock, which makes me feel very scared. Time seems to stop slowly to torture me who miss you.

It's ten o'clock. Get up, wash and have breakfast. The sound of running water is harsh. I won't brush my teeth and cry with my eyes closed, because at home, there is nothing but running water at this time. We didn't brush our teeth together, we didn't shout sleepy together, and we didn't complain about why we raised the flag so early. Mom cooks porridge every day. It's nice to have breakfast at home. I want to eat with you. I can chew a steamed stuffed bun, although I still complain that it tastes terrible.

Today the weather is fine, the sun is bright enough, the sky is blue and purple, and the white clouds are whiter than the ceiling. This reminds me that some people are afraid of the sun, some people like watching the sky, some people like blue, and some people like eating cotton candy. The wind caressed my cheek through the curtain, which was cool, but the sea breeze in Shanwei was cooler and more comfortable than the wind here. I miss walking to school with you in the breeze. I said hello to the boss who sells fruit at the school gate, and then hurried back to the dormitory for dinner.

There are three or five birds standing side by side on the wire outside the window. They peck their own feathers with their mouths, peck their companions' feathers, fly out for a while, fly back for a while and sing happily. I envy them. I turned around and saw a room with only air. Outside the window, the difference is so great.

There are thousands of seconds before I fall asleep again. How am I supposed to get through this? Yes, I can read. At this time, what articles about dragon and phoenix dance are also boring for me; What a long and beautiful story, it seems to me that it is just a tragedy. Everything becomes so vicious and meaningless without you.

I hate God for bringing me such a disease. Let me leave you for so long, let me taste the pain of missing. Missing, weaving into a lonely belt that makes people fall. Thank God for bringing me such a disease, letting me know the definition of "care" and letting me know that you are indispensable to me.

Missing is a two-way street. I know that when I miss you, you also miss me. Miss is bitter or sweet. It is happy to be missed. My thoughts turn into loneliness, and your thoughts turn into my happiness, so I will be happy.

Loneliness Excellent Composition 4 Lying quietly on the grass with a leaf in his mouth, looking at the blue satin sky and enjoying loneliness alone.

Sometimes the wind will caress your face and cheeks, and butterflies want to play with you, ignore them, turn over and continue to enjoy their loneliness.

Here, there is no nagging from mom and dad, no complicated homework and exercises, and of course no laughter. Here, in addition to loneliness, it is still lonely.

Loneliness itself is also an artistic conception. Once in a while, it's great to go out alone and enjoy loneliness and find that kind of artistic conception.

Sometimes when I am alone at home, I will think of running away from home, just like Robinson and Gulliver. Unlike them, I am not taking risks, but looking for my own loneliness without a trace of missing, because I know that loneliness and missing can't be owned at the same time, just as Mencius said, "You can't have your cake and eat it."

Some people say that loneliness and loneliness can be equated, but I disagree. Because loneliness can be enjoyed, and loneliness? I can't.

While enjoying loneliness, meet some beautiful past events and relive the following beautiful past events. Friends, you might as well spend a little time, put all your troubles behind you and enjoy the loneliness that belongs only to you.

I don't remember where I read a sentence: "Happiness is actually very simple, and happiness is happiness without pain." -inscription

I like gawking at the clear blue sky and pure clouds, watching the leaves jump in the wind, and sitting quietly by the window, waiting for the quiet loneliness alone.

An eccentric child, eccentric and a little rebellious, has a lot of endless sadness, but also lives with peace of mind, weaves a thick cocoon, puts himself in a narrow space, waits alone, waits for happiness to come from the air, and watches time fly while waiting. ...

Ben is not a strong man. He hid all his sadness in his heart. He doesn't open them easily and never lets others touch them. My strength comes from my patience with loneliness. I am used to bearing all my loneliness and refusing to be disturbed by the outside world.

Watching youth pass away gently? I felt a little regretful when I fell to the ground, but I was helpless. I am an escapist.

Life is decadent, life is like a computer disk, repeating, copying, repeating over and over again. ...

When I am bored, I look for lonely words in the dark. I like sentences whose author is as painful as mine. Besides complaining about "why are there so many exams every day", I hope my life can be enriched.

In the face of the paper with a score of 100, I am already numb, and I can't find a proud feeling and a lost heart, and I can't find any joy.

A man abandoned by the world, a man abandoned by the world.

Lonely and excellent composition 6 The cold wind in winter blows on my naked skin wantonly, and I am exhausted and rubbing my hands. I still remember those words full of vicissitudes of life, and the long traces revealed from the cracks in my fingers. Sticking my palm tightly to my cold face, I transferred the temperature of my palm to my lonely heart and began to daydream and look for it. Is there an addiction called loneliness that I can't quit?

Taste loneliness, chew loneliness. Feel sad.

I used to think that loneliness is deeper than loneliness, but later I realized that loneliness is more difficult and tiring than loneliness. Loneliness does not need to be endured, and endless roads can only be endured indefinitely. Loneliness always tortures people until they are exhausted, and then they are immersed in dreams with deeper sighs. Fatigue is the weight accumulated by sighing every time you wake up. Dream is a lonely flower, loneliness is full of dreams, so it is frequent and frequent, and fatigue is the evil consequence after the flower falls.

I used to think that loneliness is more valuable than loneliness. When I am lonely, I know that feeling is more important. When there is only a feeling of nothingness, any value becomes nothingness. Nihility is a void that can be clearly felt but cannot be touched. Silence from vanity is as cold as the air on a winter night, while silence is called speech and cold is called temperature. Nihility, the extreme of this contradiction is the last feeling of loneliness.

Like a person, write a lonely night, light a cigarette. Standing at the window where the cold wind blows, I just watched the white smoke go out bit by bit in the dark and cold night sky, hoping to breathe out all my troubles with smoke, but contrary to my wishes, I was lonely. I don't know when I will take the initiative to search for something in my mind, a person, some memento mori, a passage, a past event, a story that has nothing to do with me. Pain is born to be hysterical, born to be an extreme person, and self-mockery is a temperament middleman.

I took a deep breath in the cold wind, and the cold feeling distorted my facial expression. However, I learned to forbear in countless lonely nights and got used to soothing loneliness in a sad, sensitive and plain way. Turn sadness into the rhythm of music, forget, forget again and again!

There are too many trivialities in life, and I read too many helplessness from tired eyes. I like whispering in the wind. I wonder if there are any birds listening.

I want to find someone to accompany me and share the meaning of loneliness. I think I'm tired. I gently close my eyes and let my thoughts wander. Light thoughts make too many memories flash through my mind clearly. But too many bitter memories to remember?

Can only calmly aftertaste, heavy chewing velvet, impudently shouting the hysteria of dreams. Turn loneliness into a breeze, so these loneliness are written in my heart.

I think I was wrong, at least I forgot those calm days. Loneliness has become something that can't be abandoned, and it has been wrapped for a lifetime. I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

I don't know when an empty soul fell in love with the night and loneliness. Meet loneliness, make an appointment at night, loneliness comes, and look for a hopeful tomorrow in the lonely night.

Time flies, loneliness took me to a quiet lonely building, and I saw the gaunt face on the pavilion. I only heard him singing plaintively, "How sad can you be?" ? Like a river flowing eastward. "He, Li Yu, is no longer the romantic and natural and unrestrained emperor, but now he is just a lonely prisoner, a mediocre gentleman with thousands of charges on his back. His bleak tune lingered in my ears for a long time.

I walked along the long river of history alone and stopped in front of a lonely little house. I also saw a thin woman leaning against the window, staring blankly at the residual red floor in the yard. The west wind gradually rises, blowing her fluffy hair, and she no longer cares, but slowly sings "I'm afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry." She, Li Qingzhao, no longer has the heroism of "living as an outstanding person and dying as a ghost male", but only the sadness of "frowning, but taking it to heart".

I don't know how long Li Yu's sadness is and how heavy Yi An's sadness is, but I know that sadness and sadness don't belong to me. Because sadness and sadness come from loneliness, and I am destined to be a noisy and lively person, I think I am a happy and carefree person. But friends say that the more unscrupulous you laugh, the more you expose your inner anxiety. Me? Yes, it doesn't mean how happy you are when you laugh! Perhaps, you need loneliness, but it is not the bitterness and depression in loneliness, but the search for a new life in loneliness!

So, I made an agreement with loneliness. Every night, she will come as promised. When the moon and stars are scarce, I roll up the curtains, push open the glass window, lean against the window and stare at the moon. Suddenly, the purple wind chimes jingled, and I realized that the night was deep and the wind was cold. Shrinking my neck and rolling up my sleeves, I smelled a sense of loneliness and gently called out "You are here". So, we watched the Guanghan Palace, listened to the cold toad of the old rabbit and watched the solo dance of Chang 'e. Slowly, the impetuous wandering heart began to sink, sink, and finally everything was calm. Since then, my heart is no longer uneasy, no longer wandering.

Even on a windless and moonless night, loneliness will keep the appointment as scheduled. A solitary lamp, a yellow book, and a vague book shadow on the wall silently tell Gou Jian's loneliness and persistence for decades; Wu Zetian's loneliness and waiting day after day; Su Wu's decades of loneliness and loyalty. Gou Jian's loneliness breeds strength; Wu Zetian's loneliness is brewing domineering; Su Wu's loneliness contains unchangeable loyalty and deduces the myth of unyielding life and personality.

I feel their loneliness in loneliness. I remember that I had an agreement with loneliness: we met in the arms of the night god and lived alone. Loneliness, sitting still; Meditation, introspection; Outbreak, strength; Creation, miracle!

I believe that meeting loneliness is a successful date!

Everyone has lonely moments, and I am no exception. I may have more lonely moments than you. Loneliness is like a soul. When you can't see or touch it, it enters your mind, and you will feel nothing but lying in bed. When loneliness comes, some people will complain that their parents are not around; Some people will work hard so that they have no time to feel lonely; Some people will make a phone call and talk to a friend. . . . . .

Loneliness comes quickly and goes slowly. Only when you catch it will it go. I keep asking myself why I'm so lonely. I feel it for a long time, and the conclusion is: I can't do anything, I will do it at home, and I will do it when I want to play. Only by constantly enriching yourself can loneliness not be disturbed. Some people, such as mayors, managers and workers. . . . . They have to work, earn money and socialize all the time. . . . . On the surface, they don't seem to be lonely. In fact, when they finish their work and have a rest, they will feel more lonely than ordinary people.

I am a middle school student, so I shouldn't be lonely! Because middle school students are particularly nervous about their studies and can't relax for a while, how can they feel lonely? Why not! Especially in the summer vacation, my parents have to go to work, and they are very tired when they come back at night, and they will not accompany me. How can they not be lonely? Hey! Is there nothing we can do?

I have been in primary school for six years, and I have changed from a pupil to a junior high school student. I walked out of the primary school campus and entered the middle school gate.

Originally, I was a sunny boy, studying well at school and being helpful. There is nothing wrong with the students. Everyone likes to ask me, and I will help them enthusiastically. But now, I left home, left my parents, and went to study in No.1 Middle School, a hundred miles away from home. When I first arrived at the school, I was immediately attracted by the beauty of the school and the teaching quality of this school. I like this school very much. However, the good times did not last long. After the military training, we entered a tense study life. Because we leave home, we often cry alone when no one is around ... When I sleep at night, I lie in bed alone, thinking about my hometown. When I am asleep, I often dream of going home to be with my parents. But when I wake up, everything disappears, and I will sit in bed silently.

There were classmates, but I was disappointed to see strange faces. I don't want to talk to them or associate with them. I study alone at school and feel very lonely. I experienced a person's loneliness for the first time. Thought of here, my in the mind a acid, tears immediately welled up in my heart.

I want to say, parents, I miss you, classmates, I miss you! !

Once upon a time, in the vast universe, there lived a group of happy planets and a lively comet. -The planets are round and lovely, forming their own big family; A comet is dozens of times the size of a planet, and its fiery body contains infinite power. Its long tail alone can destroy dozens of galaxies in an instant. They are very good friends. Comet has always been just talking to planets across the vast galaxy, and it knows how destructive it is enough to kill these poor asteroids easily.

However, the sky is not as good as the star. Finally, one day, the comet was attracted by something and forgot to rush up. It was not until the ruins behind him that he suddenly realized what mistake he had made. He tried to explain to his friends around him, but the planets were too scared to give them a chance to face each other across the river-they clearly remembered that the earth was just destroyed in an instant by an airflow fanned out by his tail. The hungry comet that lost its friends suffered loneliness alone and gradually disappeared into the memory of the planet. Since then, comets have lost their fixed orbit in the universe, just rampaging irrationally, and unlucky asteroids around them are often missing. No one can understand the pain before the destruction of the planet, nor can anyone guess how lonely the comet is.

Alas, the loneliness of the comet, the damage of the planet, who wants to taste this painful taste?

Lonely Excellent Composition 1 1 In the long history of civilization in China, although there are many poems about the moon, they have nothing to do with the moon, just to express their feelings. The poet sprinkled his modest enthusiasm on the moon, and the moon didn't feel anything from it, just silently watching the poet "mutter" on the other side.

Nonsense, race just added an empty enthusiasm to the moon with everyone's expectation, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and Jade Rabbit, not to mention WU GANG's Cutting Guangxi. These are just some ideas. In fact, there is nothing on the moon, only some potholes, and there is no strong wind blowing. The water is long, the trees are strong and the sun is shining. Compared with the earth, it's a world of difference, no one to accompany, no one to care about, and I am alone, slowly covered with bright and crystal silver. When we are chatting in the moonlight and enjoying the fun it brings us, can we think about it at this moment? Without our gratitude, we feel right.

If you just say the above, it is not enough to tell the loneliness of the moon.

"Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon, and the shadows became three." "Er song month hesitated, and I couldn't cure it." This is a poem written by Chinese poet Li Hong that reveals the moon. "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon reflects himself." At this time, he compared Yueming to a guest and counted him as two groups.

Then the "shadow" became three people, so even his shadow became another guest, which happened to be "three people". In fact, Li Zao's idea is that although a person speaks, he does not feel lonely. Even if a person is drinking, there is actually a moon with a shadow, and he doesn't feel lonely. "I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling behind. " At this time, he recited poems with the moon shadow as a foil. The moon wanders with him, his hands and feet dance, and the shadow wanders with him. Wen Li's two poems seem to have a lot to do with the moon. Their names are just to set off the moon to express his lonely feelings, but he doesn't know that the moon accompanying him is more lonely than he is.

The moon is lonely, but she still contributes herself to people. She doesn't frown, let alone tell us about her loneliness. She has been aloof, lonely and out of reach. She always looks at us, but we can't see her. We don't care about her, but she doesn't necessarily care about us. So please start from the beginning, walk into love, bid farewell to loneliness, and make the moon no longer lonely.

Lonely excellent composition 12 this winter, there are some cold winters along the Qinhuai River, and the wind is cold. Living in a modern city, we often forget that there have been some more sincere, elegant and sad stories in this world. People love each other, leave each other and forget each other.

I followed her tragic story with curiosity. I wanted to cross her beautiful life with a relaxed attitude, but in the end I felt that learning was very heavy. The woman behind the peach blossom fan, at the moment when the sandstorm of fate rises, dances alone, full of flowers, graceful and strong, like a fallen flower dancing under a warrior's horseshoe and a drooping tassel under a hero's sword ...

On that midnight night when the moonlight was like water, she wore light makeup and presented a light and decadent picture. She opened the door and looked at the colorful English outside, feeling a little sad. She caressed the piano with slender fingers, humming, slightly haggard and sad in silence. Her beauty is high above, but her identity is so humble, just like a fallen flower that falls into the dust inadvertently.

I still remember that winter, a grip in the vast sea of people warmed the cold winter and a cold and desolate heart in the world.

The spring breeze melted the winter snow. He shook off the dust outside Xiangmei Building, knocked on the isolated door and handed her a fragrant fan. At that moment, she seemed to see her heart open, like a thousand peach blossoms outside the building, just wanting to make the most beautiful flight for him.

And he finally left, he wants to display his ambition to save the country, and she is also a woman with a strong heart. She stretched out her waiting hands, but could not hold her thin happiness. When he left, his back outside the door was lonely, and her eyes inside the door were also lonely.

From then on, she closed the door, abandoned wealth and power, prevented fame and fortune from infecting her pride and integrity, and prevented troubled times from trampling on her face and talent. She danced a peach blossom rain with her life, turned her face into a peach blossom fan and folded it into a picture of her life.

I began to wonder if it is worthwhile to suddenly expect her to become an ordinary woman and exchange her youthful moments for a cold loneliness all her life.

Guarding a small courtyard, caring for each other and teaching their children, there will be no Li, a talented woman and a beautiful woman on the Qinhuai River, and there will be no clank of iron and legends written by the world with fortitude and courage.

Finally understand that her loneliness is a woman's solo after all. The heart that opens the door is throbbing, but it is a lifetime of loneliness, no regrets.

Fingers, the moment of youth;

Looking back, yesterday has passed.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry.

When I closed the door of memory, I finally took a look at Qinhuai River. The brothel of the past, together with those romantic stories, has settled at the bottom of the river. ...

Loneliness 13 loneliness is a note on the growing piano, a beautiful sound in the voice of flower season, and the main theme of youthful memories.

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Just after the Spring Festival, my parents will leave me to work in other places. They come and go in a hurry. When he left, he habitually left a sentence: "Take good care of yourself and grandma." Turn around and leave with simple luggage and never look back. I didn't go out to see them off, either, because I was afraid I would be impulsive and couldn't help holding their hands and begging them to stay with tears in my eyes, but I couldn't. I have no right to change the path they choose.

I leaned against the railing alone, silly and quiet, until their backs disappeared into the distant sunset. Cold tears swept across my cheeks and touched my heartstrings, leaving only loneliness in my world.

Dragging around the house with heavy steps, without purpose and thoughts. Grandma and I are the only ones left in the empty room. Loneliness caresses me gently like the afterglow of the sunset. I seem to hear a child singing a sweet song.

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I don't know when I learned to grow flowers. I especially like those pots of chrysanthemums, carmine and lemon yellow. Chrysanthemum petals are thin and long, so bright and lovely. What a gentleman's flower! In the dark evening, I quietly savored the meaning of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely", quietly poured out my thoughts, longing for the fragrant soul to bring my thoughts to my parents far away.

A few days later, I accidentally found that the chrysanthemum was gone. I searched every corner of the yard like crazy.

"Grandma, have you seen those pots of chrysanthemums?"

"Oh, chrysanthemum, I gave it to the village secretary and asked him for help. People like it very much. " Grandma is happy and relaxed.

"Who told you to give it away?" I yelled.

"Are you possessed?" Grandma looked at me strangely.

I have nothing to say. I turned and rushed into the room. Tears soaked the corner of my quilt. I was conquered by loneliness again. It is like a friend singing a song with understanding and comfort.

"three"

Gradually, I got used to listening to lonely singing. Silent night, lonely people, silent songs, the complex world is isolated from me. My world is only that lonely, so pure, so quiet. There is no intrigue, no intrigue, no fame, no battle for the city. Lonely songs, like a clear spring, come out of generate in the mountain stream, clear and crisp, and slowly flow through the heart, taking away the pain and dust in the world. But left a naked scar and a pure heart. I don't know when the reality will open the wound again and the soul will be covered with dust.

Now, I also like to listen to lonely singing, because those broken hearts can find comfort when they are lonely, although they can't find the original integrity. ...

She is my first bosom friend-Yuan, whom I met in primary school. Although we are competitors in study, we are inseparable in life. At that time, her academic performance was excellent, and the two of us often studied together and did our homework together ... I was very happy to watch our friendship tree grow sturdily under the watering of the years. I once naively thought that our friendship would last for a long time, but later, she transferred to another school. I was very depressed when I just heard the news. Once I covered myself in bed and cried till dawn. I was afraid that our friendship would end. Later, I called her several times, all of which were annoying voices: the number you dialed was out of service, and I was confused. The first time I stood at the crossroads of friendship, I was in a dilemma ... Not long ago, I happened to see her article "Walking with You" in Luzhong Morning Post, only to know that she had transferred to the garden school. I was very moved after reading her article. Maybe we are just passers-by in each other's lives. Many years later, I don't remember ever meeting, knowing or knowing her, but I have silently blessed her from the bottom of my heart. I really hope that she can read this article, that our friendship will continue in the world of Luzhong Morning Post, and that our friendship will last forever. ...

Lonely excellent composition 15 went to primary school, and my parents' work was busier. At this time, I endured loneliness, no longer relying on this sheet, but relying on learning. I always try to keep myself busy, and when I am busy, I will forget loneliness. So, I keep buying books, writing, enriching myself, leaving loneliness behind, although loneliness always lingers behind me ... In middle school, my laughter becomes confused, my decisiveness becomes sentimental, and loneliness is even more unbearable. Loneliness has found the trick, and it can't stop loneliness when doing exercises. I paint, painting is lonely; I write, I write loneliness; I play the piano and loneliness; I play the flute, blowing out loneliness; I read aloud, what I read was loneliness ... I tried to get rid of it, so I took out the cans one by one, stuffed the loneliness in, and carefully sealed it with tape in an attempt to dilute it and resolve it in time. On second thought, a few years later, when I opened the jar, it might be empty, but when I looked up, I might find that the world was lonely. I suddenly understood that loneliness is like wine. The longer you hide, the stronger it becomes. I know: to get rid of loneliness, we need to live optimistically; Life is precious, the road is made by people, loneliness is man-made, and people need to precipitate it themselves. I want to face loneliness bravely, I can't escape loneliness. Only when I face it can I eradicate the root cause. Loneliness is like wine. Open the jar, face it, take a deep breath and drink it. This is the master of the future world.