Is there a poem that expresses loneliness and sadness at night?

1. What are the poems about "Lonely Night"? 1. Leaves sound like rain, moonlight Bai Rushuang. Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed? -Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Autumn Night

When the night wind blows, the leaves are like rain, and the bright moonlight is like frost all over the earth. Just as I was preparing to sleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help feeling who would like to wipe the dust off my bed.

2. The golden stove is fragrant and the breeze is cold. Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing. -from: Spring Night by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty

The night is already deep, the incense burner has been burned out, and the water in the colander is running out. The spring breeze after midnight is chilling.

3. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night. -from: Love by Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty.

The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night?

4, a cloud, a jade shuttle, a light shirt thin. This snail is very light. There are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and helpless! -Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc Cloud and Vortex

Translation: A bunch of curly hair with a Hosta inserted in it, a light coat with a light skirt, I don't know why I frowned slightly. Standing alone in front of the window, the wind and rain are mixed, and the bananas outside the window are also in twos and threes. What should I do in this long lonely night?

5, the stars are listed in the night, and the lights on the rocks are not heavy. It is my heart that hangs in the sky without polishing its luster. -Tang Dynasty: Hanshan's Night Catalogue

Many stars are arranged like chess pieces, which makes the night sky look deep. The unsinkable moon, like a solitary lamp, illuminates the cliff. Bright as a mirror, the moon is crystal clear without polishing. Hanging in the sky is my heart.

2. The poem 1 describes loneliness and sleepless nights. Poetry: Qiang tube is frosted, and people don't sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

From: Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si in Song Dynasty.

Interpretation: the sound of Qiang flute in the distance, cold weather, frost and snow everywhere. It's late at night, and it's hard for people fighting outside to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers have white hair and tears on their skirts.

2. Poetry: So I lay in bed and meditated, and the window in the moonlight was empty.

From: Meng Haoran's Return to Zhongnanshan/Hometown/Zhong Nanshan at the end of the year.

Interpretation: I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.

3. Poetry: I miss you often and I can't sleep at night.

Said by: Zhen Fu, A Trip to Shang Tang in Han Dynasty.

Interpretation: I miss you often make me cry and I can't sleep at night.

4, verse: I can't sleep at night, tossing and turning alone.

From: Three Poems Presented by Qin Jia to Women in Han Dynasty

Interpretation: I can't sleep for a long night, and I am tossing and turning alone.

5, verse: I can't sleep on the pillow, and my clothes are shaking.

From: Wei and Ji, "Going to Luodao to Do Business"

Interpretation: I can't sleep for a long time, and I am dressed in rags.

3. What poems describe lonely nights? 1. Autumn wind came to Wan Li last night. The moon climbed into the sleeping tent, and the air conditioner penetrated the man's sleeve. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"

Interpretation: Last night's autumn wind seemed to come from my hometown thousands of miles away. The moon climbed the curtains of the sleeping place, and cold air penetrated into people's sleeves.

2. Some guests are worried and have insomnia. I can't stand the sound of the water clock, the sound of the long night. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"

Interpretation: As a stranger, I can't sleep with a quilt. What's more, I can't stand the sound of leaking pots and feel the night is long.

3. Broken dreams, a pillow of acacia tears. -Su Shi's "Autumn Wind from Hua Lian Came to Wan Li Last Night"

Interpretation: It is very sad to wake up in a dream, and my face is full of acacia tears when I wake up.

Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter. Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles. -"Midnight Autumn Wind Entering the Window at Four o'clock"

Interpretation: Autumn wind blows into the room from the window, curtains float with the wind, and bright moonlight fills the boudoir, arousing women's soft yearning. Looking up at the high moon as a token, I think of my relatives who went to war, and my heart is full of helplessness and sadness. How I wish this bright moonlight could send my lovesickness to my distant relatives.

Remember to meet after parting. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji

Interpretation: Since that parting, I always recall that wonderful meeting, and I don't know how many times I dreamed of that time with you.

There is a silver-red photo left tonight. I'm afraid that meeting was a dream. -"Partridge Day" by Song Yan Dao Ji

Interpretation: I specially raised a silver lamp to look at you tonight. I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream again.

7. It's late at night. A sad song, tears are dark. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, the Lonely Fangfei Festival"

Interpretation: It's late at night. A sad song made my tears fall sporadically.

8. The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the Milky Way is quiet. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"

Interpretation: There are few stars, the moonlight across the Tianhe River is cold, and everything is silent. Only I sing alone.

9. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? When you come in the evening, you have a lot of worries. -"Homesickness on a Moonlit Night"

Interpretation: My hometown is away from Wan Li, Qian Shan, and I feel homesick at night.

10. Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. -Bai Juyi's Night Thoughts on the Winter Solstice in Handan

Commentary: When I lived in Handan inn, it happened to be the winter solstice of the lunar calendar. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.

4. Lonely Poems at Night Wang Wei's poem "Being a stranger in a foreign land, Cornus officinalis is short of one person" is a wandering loneliness.

Li Shangyin's "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" is a kind of loneliness that is about to disappear;

Yan Shu's "helpless flowers, small garden fragrance path wandering alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness;

Li Yu's "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" and "The old country is unbearable to look back on the bright future"

This is the loneliness of a fallen king.

Ordinary people are lonely, and so are people with lofty ideals.

Qu Yuan was exiled, wandering by the river, feeling that the world was muddy, and I was alone, which was a profound loneliness.

Jia Yi is in Changsha, feeling the autumn wind rustling and falling leaves, which is a kind of loneliness without talent;

Zhuge Liang devoted all his efforts to the prosperity of Shu Han until his death. He has a wise moment alone, which is

Loneliness with no one to share the burden;

Chen Ziang said on the stage in Youzhou, "Where was the past before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? Miss the world, and I am alone in tears ",this is a kind of loneliness that no one understands;

Li Bai's When Will I See the Spring? It is a kind of loneliness that can't be achieved with empty ambition.

Xin Qiji's "patting the railing all over, no one attended, he came to the scene" is a kind of loneliness without a confidant.

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 is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in 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. Write a lonely poem 1 and break up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Translation:

I came to Wudi in the night when the cold rain spilled all over the river, and sent my friends away at dawn, leaving only the lonely shadow of Chushan.

When I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice of a jade pot and has not been defiled by worldly things such as fame and fortune.

2. Resentment in Spring

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.

Translation:

Outside the screen window, the sun sets and dusk comes. In the gorgeous palace, alone, I saw her face covered with tears.

Lonely and deep, the courtyard is exhausted in spring, pear blossoms are everywhere, and the courtyard door is closed.

3. Operator Yongmei

Song dynasty: Lu you

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Translation:

There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers.

Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

4. After a brief encounter, I have nothing to say and go to the West Building alone.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

Translation:

Silent and lonely, I slowly boarded the empty west building alone. Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.

It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.

5. Jiang Xue

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Translation:

Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.

Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.

6. Poems in the Dead of Night (1) Ye monk stayed up all night waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another was hazy.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night. Sai Qu Xia (Lu Lun) In the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the Tatar chieftain is fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses, carrying heavy snow, carrying our bows and swords and chasing them. Sai Qu Xia (Lulun) Forest.

7. The poem 1 describes a woman's tired and lonely mood at night, standing and hurting her mind. I feel helpless and cold.

From Song Zhu's "Broken Magnolia Flowers in Spring"

Sit alone, pay alone and lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup. I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.

Explanation:

Whether I am walking or sitting, whether I am chanting alone or singing with each other, or even lying in bed, I am alone; Standing and staring for a long time made me doubly sad, but even more helpless, this cold spring provoked my sadness. Who has seen this kind of sadness, let me burst into tears and wash my original powder makeup without leaving a trace; Sorrow and illness, picking the wick, it is difficult to sleep after all.

2. My room is empty, and I miss you. I don't think my clothes are crying.

Two Wei and Jin Yan songs from Cao Pi, the first part.

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang. (Gu Nanxiang's work is Yan Nanxiang)

I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?

I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.

Short songs cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.

Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam.

Explanation:

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is freezing, the plants and trees are dying, and first frost has been in the Millennium. Swallows leave and swans fly south. I miss my lover who travels far away, and I am extremely sad inside. I miss my hometown when I think about it. Why did you stay so long? I keep the boudoir alone, and miss the gentleman when I am sad. I can't forget it. Unconsciously, tears fell and wet my clothes.

I took the guqin and fiddled with the strings, but my heart was very sad. The short song sang softly, as if it were still broken. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the milky way flows west, and the sleepless night is long. Cowherd and Weaver Girl, facing each other from a distance. What crime did you commit? It was blocked by Tianhe.

3. The shadow is always lonely and pities the night. Always pity the shadow of loneliness.

Hui Wenqiu has been in my mind since Su Shi's Bodhisattva Man in the Song Dynasty.

Jingtong double photo new makeup cold, cold makeup new photo double Beijing. Shame worries about the well, and worry about the well shame.

Shadow will always pity the lonely night, and will always pity the lonely shadow. It is not suitable to go upstairs in autumn.

Explanation:

Look at my cool new makeup under two naked buttonwood trees by the well. I put on a faint new makeup and saw two phoenix trees standing by the well for the first time. I looked at the flowers by the well and sighed. The worried flowers looked at me by the well and bowed their heads. Alone, lamenting my sleepless nights. Long autumn night, pity my lonely figure. Upstairs is not used to this cold autumn color, bleak autumn color, I shouldn't go upstairs and look out.

4. first frost wants to be a prophet, but the tailor's scissors at the bottom of the lamp are cold.

Cold in my heart by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.

Leng Yue's heavy bridal chamber is quiet, and buttonwood trees are shadowed outside the real pearl curtain.

Autumn frost wants to be a prophet, and the tailor's scissors at the bottom of the lamp are cold.

Explanation:

The cold moonlight shines on the quiet hut, and the shadow of the phoenix tree is reflected on the pearl curtain at the door of the house. Autumn frost is coming, and the jade hand has already felt cold in advance. Under the cold lamp, she sewed a winter coat for her husband who was far away with cold scissors.

5, there is nothing to say when sleeping. Feel disappointed and disappear.

From Yan in the Song Dynasty, Liang Zhumeng entered the smoke waterway in the south of the Yangtze River.

Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.

If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.

Explanation:

In my dream, I walked on the foggy Jiangnan road and traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but I didn't meet my parting sweetheart. The ecstasy in the dream has nowhere to tell, and after waking up, I am disappointed by the dream. I want to tell you about my lovesickness and write to you, but the goose goes to fish and sinks, and finally this letter can't be sent. There is no other way but to play the piano slowly to express the feelings of parting, and it is difficult to express one's feelings when the piano column is broken.