Poems and songs describing women's emptiness and loneliness

Poems about female loneliness 1. Write lonely poems about girls.

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

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 it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

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.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. 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!

2. Lonely poems of women

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 it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

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.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. 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!

within walking distance

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Wulingchun

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

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.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.

It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.

Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?

If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.

3. Write lonely poems about girls

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing on the cold river-the snow touched his lips, feeling lonely, and his heart was full of sorrow.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

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.

4. Poems praising women's loneliness

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

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

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 it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

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.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. 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!

within walking distance

The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Wulingchun

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

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.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.

It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water? No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.

Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?

If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.

5. Lonely Poems of Women

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing on the cold river-the snow touched his lips, feeling lonely, and his heart was full of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. 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! Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

6. Poems describing people's loneliness

Poems describing loneliness

1, I miss heaven and earth, there is no limit, no end, and I cry alone.

2, outside the bridge, lonely and open.

3, only the running water in front of the building, if you miss me, stare at me all day. Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.

4. The bagpiper went to Lou Yu. Who is the heartbreaker?

5. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.

7, this time, what a sad sentence!

8. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.

9, the soul dream is unbearable and even more embarrassing.

10, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

1 1. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!

12, the old country is unbearable to look back.

13, it's hard to say, the bright window is pale and the thin shadow is still romantic.

14, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.

15, but the flowers are falling, and Xiaoyuanxiang Trail wanders alone.

16, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.

17, the sober man and saint in the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name.

18, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?

19, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

20. Xu Mo Cup is dark amber, which melts before drinking. It's time to come. It's late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

7. A woman's lonely poem

Li Qingzhao searched and searched, deserted 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! Thirty-six, Mancheng's "Ink Edge" has a thousand words, and there are many thoughts in the dream. When shall we meet again after the Ming Dynasty? Pushing away ten thousand volumes of poetry books, the cold window sighs alone.

Lonely geese flying south in tears, have you ever reached the other side? I hope that after five thousand years, things have changed, and my infatuation will remain unchanged. The vast night sky is full of stars.

There is a blue sky, what are you afraid of? The seas run dry and the rocks crumble. You and I, forever, thousands of miles away, share weal and woe.

Hope to adopt.

8. Poems or words describing women's loneliness and sadness

Jiangkui

It is easy to leave this world for a long time.

I suddenly miss you when I see Mei Zhi.

A few small windows, the hand that dreams with you.

Tonight is nowhere to be found in my dream,

Wandering around, the cold invades the quilt,

Don't know yet.

Wet red hates ink shallow printing.

Bao Zheng is empty, and no geese fly.

Wandering the streets,

Empty, ancient wood inclined.

Old Testament ships,

I've lost my mind.

Song "Huainan Spring Grass Fu",

Here we go again.

Wandering travelers, tears full of skirts.

Yiwangsun

Jiangkui

Cold red leaves fall in the pond in autumn,

A ship with a long line of clouds.

Scattering Jiangnan is not free.

Take preventive measures,

It is expected that every night will be very sad.

Wan Xi mei ling

Bing Chen Dong, from Wuxi

Return, as this morality.

Jiangkui

Good flowers are not as fragrant as people.

The waves sparkled.

I'm worried that the spring breeze will turn green and become cloudy.

Where to find the jade moon.

Mulan paddled in her dream.

Little Chen Heng.

Looking for Yingying under the lonely mountain.

Green birds sing in spring.

Linjiangxian

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.

When hatred came last spring.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.

Acacia is written on the string of pipa.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.