No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot. What is the loneliest poem you have ever read?

Author: China people.

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Lonely cold always hates the east wind, and holding hands is a rare flower.

Dreams haunt you every year, and sick swallows wander into the palace.

Ask who? It was foggy all day. Yunfu nest is empty.

The faint wild smoke misses you, can I pick hibiscus?

(2)

Don't bear the original red pages, the willows on the lake are rolling in the spring breeze.

Tianshui scenery is beautiful, and the shadows on the ground are faintly visible.

Dreams are blue, wait and see. Like lingering tears.

A night of cold rain wet the world, just to throw away the cold of the old dawn.

(3)

In those days, I clinked glasses and drank dry wine, and the afterglow of the sunset was mixed with it.

A pillow and a curtain always dream, and the two places are affectionate.

I want to try. A heart stone hits the waves and splashes.

How many past events float, falling flowers lock, endless.

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I have been hurt since ancient times, and my mood is always speechless.

How did you forget each other? Dreams fade away.

The clouds are heavy and thin, the moon is west, and it is a bit windy.

Does anyone know about idleness and thinness? My eyes are wet at midnight.

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I forgot everything.

Abandon faith and reincarnation.

For that rose crying in front of the Buddha?

Has long lost its former glory.

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Life is short,

In just a few years, it passed as soon as it opened and closed.

Too short to enjoy the good years with your heart,

It's already wrinkled and powerless.

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Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year?

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This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After the rain, it cleared up. I had a dream eleven years ago.

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Good times cherish the scenery, not for climbing. I only feel the needle of my soul. Nan Yan is even more lonely after she comes back.

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Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

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Fragrant leaves wine, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

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The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

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Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

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I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

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Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

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The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.

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Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

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Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people?

Half out of pity, half out of trouble.

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The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

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Hide the wind without a trick.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

No one accompanied me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot.

Unhappy things are often nine times out of ten, but they are no different from the speaker.

Crossing the hill, I found no one waiting.

The world has never felt the same way, only knowing it well.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.

We all know each other all over the world, and no one knows each other.

Look at him starting from Zhulou, watching him entertain guests and watching his building collapse.

I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.

When you try to get along with others, you are really lonely.

Everyone is an island.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

Since then, the boat has disappeared, and Jiang Hai has spent the rest of his life.

Looking back ―― I can't see the ancients; Look ahead-you can't see future generations.

Reflect on the infinity of heaven and earth

Alone, sublimated in sadness, tears welled up in my eyes.

A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north.

The Yangtze River is rolling eastward.

Its waves washed all the heroes.

In retrospect, right and wrong, success and failure always go up in smoke.

Qingshan is still a few degrees sunset red.

White-haired fishermen work in the shallows;

Accustomed to the beautiful autumn moon and gentle spring breeze.

Make good friends in the wine world

How many things have been laughed at in ancient and modern times.

But the night is long and people can't sleep.

Counting the sound and the moon came to the curtain.

Sitting alone. One advocates, one pays, and one lies down. It hurts to stand. I feel helpless and cold.

Who can see this situation? Tears wash away half the makeup. Sorrow and illness remain the same. You can't dream of getting rid of all the cold light.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.

Being away from others is more bitter than knowing each other.

Where to synthesize sorrow in autumn and keep people's hearts?

You woke up from tonight's wine? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

I think so much for the time being, welcome to add!

I am a tea Zen way. Thank you for inviting me.

Loneliness is not loneliness and emptiness, but a state of being alone for a certain period of time. Among the poems that have never been sung before, lonely poems are like a lost ship, which still ripples in the vast rivers even in the face of wind and rain.

1, a lonely grave thousands of miles away, with nowhere to talk.

This is Dongpo's loneliness. Even if he suddenly looks like him, he is just an old man with nowhere to tell his grief at the grave of his dead wife.

2. The high light flashes; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

This is too white loneliness, long night, lonely lamp speechless. Only look up at the bright moon and sigh loneliness.

3. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the lonely lanterns are cold at night.

This is the loneliness of Ma Dai, the yellow leaves falling in a foreign land, the lonely lamp in the cold night, and the trembling faint lonely shadow.

I wanted to get up and leave the world of mortals, but my shadow fell into the world.

This is the loneliness of Nalan, this vast world of mortals, thousands of trivial things, even if you leave, how easy is it?

There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths.

This is Liu Zongyuan's loneliness, a white world, emptiness, silence or loneliness?

6, lonely and empty, spring comes late, pear blossoms are not open.

This is Liu's loneliness and spring. Is life growing or dying? An empty yard, even if it is like painting a landscape painting, who will come?

7. Whoever sees a lonely person is a lonely shadow.

This is Dongpo's loneliness. Walking between people, who will notice you except the shadow?

8. I have been wandering for a long time. For ten years, I have been deeply grateful and have been a teacher and friend.

This is Gu Zhenguan's loneliness. Like duckweed, she fell into the world for ten years, and failed everyone except loneliness.

9. But my relatives and friends didn't give me any news. I was old and sick, and I was alone with my boat.

This is the loneliness of Lao Du, an ascetic monk who lives alone in the world. No one cares about him except illness and being alone, but everyone he wants to care about is gone.

10, you bury the mud in the spring and pin the bones, and I will send snow all over the world.

This is the loneliness in Bai Juyi's works. The soul under Jiuquan is lonely, and the soul above Jiuquan is also lonely.

Some people's loneliness is "no one to accompany me at dusk, can the porridge be warm", but I wish you no longer loneliness, and wish you "no one to accompany me at dusk, can the porridge be warm". "

There are many lonely poems. Throughout the ages, most literati are lonely and self-pitying, and they will feel a little lonely when they are alone. As for the most, different people have different opinions.

Sunset Rain thinks this poem has a kind of loneliness and uniqueness from beginning to end. There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. Give people a sense of eternal silence. The picture is cold and deserted, so it can be said that it is so quiet that even emotions cannot be born. Then there was this sentence, "A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." In such a lonely environment, mentioning the words "solo boat", "solo fishing" and "solo fishing" adds a layer of loneliness to the whole article. In such a vast and lonely world of "Qian Shan" and "Wanjing", there is a "single boat fishing". Such a picture makes people feel the loneliness of the world and the loneliness of fishermen, and points out the whole article.

Wang Wei's phrase "I miss my family more often during the festive season" can only be understood by people who are really wandering outside. Now it's Spring Festival again. Are those who didn't go home missing their parents far away? Do you think their parents' hair might be a little whiter? Will those who are still on duty during the Spring Festival miss their children? I wonder if my son and daughter have grown taller again? How are your grades at school? No matter how far away, there is concern for home.

Sunset Rain has a cousin who is a soldier. He didn't go home for the Spring Festival for three years. It is said that he is a secret service and a submarine soldier at sea. It is difficult to talk to family on the phone at ordinary times. Every New Year, my aunt always says that it would be nice if your cousin could come back ... The loneliness of the old man and his loneliness are vividly reflected in the sentence that he misses his family more than ever before.

The furthest distance in life is the distance between life and death, and it is the most lonely. Su Shi's "lonely grave with nowhere to talk" is the most lonely. People who love me are far away from me, and life and death are separated, but I am full of tenderness and have nowhere to tell. Only this lonely grave answers me. We can only meet in dreams, but we may not know each other in dreams. It is expected that our hearts will be broken every year, on a moonlit night in a short Songshan Mountain.

Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Women please themselves. However, when waiting becomes a regret, what can be more lonely than this?

Wen is the founder of the famous Huajian School in Tang Dynasty. His words are full of rhetoric and artistic conception. One of them, "Bodhisattva Xia. Mountains overlap and gold disappears ",which is the loneliest book I have ever read." This sentence was written in in my heart forever. The hero looks gorgeous, but his inner loneliness can't be concealed.

The word is lazy: "the mountains overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds want to smell the flowers." I'm too lazy to draw flying moths' eyebrows, and I'm late for makeup and washing. "Women are self-satisfied, but their true feelings are wrong, and their thoughts are empty. It is a pity to wait. Is laziness a kind of loneliness? ! Xia Tan's "Double Golden Partridge" shows the loneliness of the protagonist: "Flowers are reflected in the front and rear mirrors, and their faces meet. The newly embroidered rollo is all gold. "

This word was once regarded as the ending song of the TV series "The Queen of the Palace", and every time it sounded, it was moving, because it was a true portrayal of the fate of the characters in the play. When the dignified and gentle Shen Meizhuang's dystocia life is coming to an end, the sad and piercing music vaguely tells "Too lazy to draw slices, too late to make up and wash ..." How can a beautiful woman not be embarrassed when she dies late and loses her life? When it rang for the second time, it was already the end of the play. Zhen Xuan, the protagonist, sits firmly on the throne of the Empress Dowager, and her lifelong struggle finally brings wealth and honor. However, the king of Guo Jun left, the emperor left, and Huan Bi left. Zhen Xuan is old. When she wakes up from her dream, she has only one little son with her. Life is hard, as if you have everything, and as if you have nothing. All we see is the loneliness and cold of old Zhen Xuan. At this time, the first song "Bodhisattva Man" slowly sounded "lazy painting, late makeup washing ..."

Whenever I want to talk to you.

Author: dust collector

Every time I want to talk to you,

The kingdom of language is closed.

Rolling and roaring waves

Extremely burning flame

Like a trapped animal, it consumes physical strength.

Climb ashore from the abyss

Possession of damaged language fragments

Listen to the wind and play the flute

Those who cry to the wind see the vastness of heaven and earth.

An infinite call to the hopeless distance

Look at the burning snow, covering the night

The night is always bright.

I sat alone in the dark, as if I were in a deserted wasteland.

Traveling on a lonely road

Darkness and chaos are brighter and clearer.

My mind can't be expressed from my real situation by means of language tools.

As soon as she opens her mouth, she is doomed to be clumsy.

Doomed to suffer the piercing pain of Cupid's arrow.

Listen to the music and colors of nature alone.

Longing for someone to listen to them like her.

-Spiritual Temple * * * speaks and expresses in the same language.

Eager to call and answer.

Whenever I want to talk to you.

Yusi

Turn around suddenly

The past is rapidly turning into a light, and it is white.

A huge blank gradually filled my memory.

It seems that nothing in life has happened in the future.

The content of life, and the feelings that come with it, also disappear.

Death is so quiet that it accumulates with the passage of time?

I can't find any evidence of my existence for half a year.

As if losing gravity, gently drifting away from the earth.

Light and heavy, light and despair

Therefore, I am obsessed with every rainy day.

Rain falls on leaves and plants.

When flowing through the ditch of the roof tile

The sound of reaching the cornice and falling into the bucket

Obsessed with the bright luster of rain on any stone.

And their bright beaded curtains.

Rain seems to come from the distant past.

Humming strange songs makes me feel familiar.

Send out a quiet and peaceful light in the depths of your heart.

I will eventually forget everything irretrievably.

It seems to contain everything about me.

-When it's calm.

Just like I saw the smoke rising from the roof of the country.

Let my heart ripple, a deep happiness.

-As if seeing the destination of the soul, people have a destination.

Cure the vagabond's deformity

isoline

It is more appropriate to look at each other quietly with your own days.

I don't talk as much as you think, maybe it's my enthusiasm.

Otherwise, don't let my silence let you into the ice room?

Outside the window, the rickety branches reveal the existence of the wind.

There is no cloud in the sky outside, and it is not as blue as I am obsessed with.

Sparrows are still clamoring among the dead grass and trees.

And the stray cat I often feed is curled up at the foot of a tree, dreaming a little dream.

Think of the thick dead leaves as a blanket from God.

I stared at the flames and the air.

The weather forecast says it will snow tonight.

Suddenly I remembered the lost sheep in my Yuan Ye.

I traded my life for something more important than my life.

Where are they going tonight?

Will it be carved into a monument by the snow?

Whether burning or dying, keep the same expression as snow.

It is more appropriate to look at each other quietly with your own days.

People get on the bus, take a walk and talk about the future, but I sit alone, have no sense of belonging, just move, and even the interior of the carriage is more vivid than me.

People will be afraid of losing when they reach a certain age!

When reading Shuang Yan, you can't rely on the news. It refers to returning home in the air at dusk, looking at each other in the dark, and breaking the sound.

Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles!

One pair of two generations is fascinating. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?

At the intersection of Chusaiba Mountain, pedestrians are not allowed to go upstairs. Travel far, look at the water in the distance, and sail alone. But I envy the birds on the beach, fly together and stay in Hezhou. Whose moon is tonight? Tuan Tuan's blue shadow is very good, so don't leave sadness if you take a partial photo.

Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.

I thought I was spinning in the same place, and the world was boring and still, but then I found myself in the same place and the world continued to move.

On a new day, I sit at the window, and the world passes me like a passer-by, stops, nods and goes away.

Loneliness and love are the roots of each other. Loneliness is nothing more than love seeking acceptance and not getting it. Love is nothing more than loneliness of finding and comforting others.

Hello, dark, my old friend, I'm here to talk to you again.

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Chang'e

Tang Li Shangyin

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

(2)

House of Bamboo

Don

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

(3)

Buzuo Huang Zi Zhou Ding Huiyuan Residential Project

Song sushi

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 you alone, Hong Ying.

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.

(4)

Lone geese/flying geese

Don du fu

A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.

The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky?

Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion.

Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.

(5)

Work at night

Tanggaoshi

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

(6)

Festival moon

stretch

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

(7)

Soft, supple and lonely bamboo

Han Anonymous

I am like a wild bamboo in the wilderness, hoping to find a partner in the ravine.

When you got married, you went abroad, like Dodd, and I was still alone, without friends.

When dodder has its ups and downs, husband and wife should also keep pace with the times.

I married you thousands of miles away from home, just married, and you left me.

Acacia bitter years destroy old youth is limited, so I hope my husband's success can be rewarded as soon as possible.

I am a self-evident, pure and pure orchid, which is in bud and ready to be presented to you.

I'm afraid to collect when you don't come back, and the autumn rain will wither like autumn grass in the wind.

You keep noble sentiments and loyal love, then I will only wait for you.

(8)

Qihuai

Huang Qing Ren Jing

Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.

In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.

(9)

Heartbroken in spring

Tang Liu Fang Ping

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

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The old feeling of Jianglou/Jianglou

Tang zhaowei

Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The wind shadow is vaguely like last year.

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Eighty-two poems about the bosom, the first part.

Ruan Ji in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.

Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.

Lonely in the wild, birds are singing in Beilin.

What will you see when you walk? Worry and be sad alone.

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Xiju

Liutang Zongyuan

I have been troubled by official hats and robes for a long time, so I am glad to be an exile in this barbaric south.

I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest.

I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.

I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky.

( 13)

Spend the night in Qipanling.

Tang Quanqi

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides.

Xiao Yue is near the window, and the Tianhe River is low.

Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.

Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

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Look down at the sunset

Don Maday

Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.

Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.

Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn.

I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.

( 15)

There is a beautiful tree in the yard.

Han Anonymous

There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court.

Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy.

The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.

This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.

( 16)

Tell me, where do you live?

Don Cui Hao

Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .

Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..

(XVII)

Two Poems of Lonely Goose, Part II

Tang cuitu

Typha left late, and the border town was lonely.

Wan Li meter, only in a reed.

The waves shake Chu, and the cold moon reflects Pu.

I don't know where the sky is and where to go.

How many lines go home? Where are you going alone? .

In the rain, you cry for your lost partner, you want to live, but you are hesitant and afraid that you can't get down the Han and Tang Dynasties.

In Zhu Yun's low darkness, the moon is cold and far away.

Although you may not be subject to the plot and ruin the funeral of your life, it is just the loss of the group flying, after all, the fear of panic.

( 18)

Nanling Middle Road/Farewell

Don Dumu

Nanling water is leisurely, the wind is tight and the clouds are light.

It's a lonely place, whose tea depends on the bottom of the river.

(XIX)

Topic Yangzhou Temple

Don Dumu

After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn.

Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.

The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building.

Who knows that this quiet bamboo road leads to the bustling Yangzhou song.

(20)

Except for spending the night at Stone Hill.

Don Dai Shulun

In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences.

Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.

Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid.

Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year.

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Living in the mountains is a good thing.

Don

The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.

Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.

Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.

(22)

Late Autumn in Qi 'an County

Don Dumu

The wind on Lu 'an gradually fades away, making your home look like a savage.

Clouds and flowing water are still admirable, and whistling and singing are also pleasant.

After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese.

Poor red cliff is competing for the male crossing, and only Kun Weng is fishing.

(23)

Xie Gongting changed to Xie Fan Yun's trip.

Tang Libai

Where Xie Gong walked, the scenery was full of sorrow.

The guests scattered the blue sky and the bright moon, and the mountains were clear.

Chihuahua reflects the sun in spring and sings autumn at night.

Meet the past and the present, Long song nostalgia.

(24)

Five Gong Ci Poems (Part Two)

Tangguguang

Jade tower rises into the sky and plays bursts of music; The wind blows in the palace with the wind and goes with it.

The moon palace moves, only listening to the monotonous ticking of the night leak; Rolling up the crystal curtains, I seem to be close to the Milky Way.

(25)

Listen to the rain.

Yuan Yuji

The screen is located around the temple, and the crimson wax shakes the light.

Jingzhou has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan.

(26)

Bie Chang song Shi

Suiyinshi

Tourists Du Lingbei, seeing off guests in Hanchuan East.

No matter where you go or live, you are a floating tent.

Autumn temples contain frost and white, and the declining face leans on wine red.

Don't miss home, birds sing in the night wind.

(27)

Yeyequ

Shen Yue in Southern and Northern Dynasties

The rivers and rivers are vertical and horizontal, and the Beidou is horizontal and straight.

Xing Hankong is so empty, why have no memories?

The lonely lamp is not clear, and the cold machine is still woven.

The crow sighed, "Who did Zero Tears say to?"

(28)

Shengchazi Du You Yuyan

Song Xin qi Ji

According to the shadow line by the stream, the sky is at the bottom of Qingxi.

There are clouds in the sky and people are in them.

Who sings with Yu, empty valley Ming.

It's not a ghost or a fairy, but peach blossom water.

(XXIX)

Work in Wuchang

Xu Ming Zhenqing

Before the leaves fell in Dongting, Xiaoxiang was full of autumn.

It's raining in Gaozhai tonight, and I'm alone in Wuchang City.

Pay more attention to Mulberry reading and feel sad for its Jianghan feelings.

I don't know that there are wild geese in the sky, so why the Long March?

(30)

fire

Don du fu

With all over the sky armor, Hu Yuanxing.

Relatives and friends cry, pommel horse goes to lonely city.

The vegetation is dying, and Qing Jiang is frosty and snowy.

It is yesterday since I left, because I saw the feelings of the ancients.

(3 1)

moon

Don du fu

Wan Li Tang Yue, Spring Comes Six Songs.

There is always a dark room open, so it is full of blue sky.

Calm and calm, tears hang on your face when you are high.

There are blackbirds flying in the south, and they have been in the river for a long time.

(32)

An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.

Tang Quanqi

The whole world has gone out, and there are cigarettes everywhere.

I don't know where the fire is, but I'm happy when I come.

(33)

Subtract the magnolia, and smell the partition song blowing in spring night.

Qing Xiang Hongzuo

I was depressed and drunk on the harp.

A pillow full of new worries is full of flowers.

Numerous crisp pipes have blown Jin Ping's dream of spring away.

Only weeping willows, not swinging over the wall.

(34)

Move Yangting in Ezhou and Cixian County to Nostalgia House.

Don Liu Changqing

Ashamed of not reporting kindness, I dare to ask that the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi.

Wanlitong Qiu Yan, the setting sun of Qianfeng * *.

Traveling far from home is even more against the country.

Grass dew in the mountains is a guest dressing gown.

(35)

Sitting alone in the yard

Yuan Yuji

Wherever it sends this life in a year, there is always love in the mountains and rivers.

Pine trees grow around the house inexplicably, making the wind sound like rain.

(36)

In the mountains.

Song secret performance

Knot Maolin Shi Shui, quiet and leisurely.

Long rain and little cold, empty mountains and deep leaves.

Riding on the moon in a dangerous building, listening to the clock in a distant temple.

I received a letter from monk Jiang yesterday, and I am looking forward to coming here to have a rest.