Poems describing loneliness and loneliness

Lonely poems on rainy nights 1. Poems describing loneliness

1, Hibiscus Inn broke up with Xinjian

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, exhausted, and has to withstand the 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.

2. Poems about 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, one inch sad and tender. 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.

3. Ancient 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.

2 1, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.

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

23. Lonely and sad cries fly to the moon and shadows.

24, sitting alone, advocating alone, paying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.

25. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I miss this leisurely world, I am alone, and my tears fall down.

4. Lonely people walk in the rain at night.

The closure of the river channel makes Zhou Bangyan gradually turn to the sky when it turns cloudy and sunny in autumn, and it becomes chilly.

Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds. The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off.

The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night? Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

(Concealed head: never lonely) Except for the night shift (high comfort), the cold light in the hotel stays awake alone. Why does the guest's heart turn sad? Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Author of Youzhou Tower: Where was the lost time before me? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, 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! 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. Xiu De studied poetry, cultivated self-cultivation, looked up and down, and kept it in mind. He is obsessed with his country, but his blood is in the mountains. In the turbulent times, he held high his thoughts and meditated for a long time.

When the world was in chaos, I spoke highly of it and thought about it for a long time. I met a bosom friend for half my life and felt deeply stung. In the Ming dynasty, swords were carried with them, feather fans were equipped with black silk scarves to collect dust, and dragons came and went. I have a long-cherished wish to be a villager for the rest of my life. The breeze will be in my arms tomorrow, and the ape crane will always get lucky when I touch the piano again. Sow a peaceful spring for the people.

Being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish, and being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish. It is always a tear to know who is drunk in the frost forest. The affection, sadness and parting since ancient times are nothing compared with the cold autumn festival. Wang Wei's "being in a foreign land, there is no one in Cornus everywhere" 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 moon" is the loneliness of a monarch who has lost his country.

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 himself to his life and made great efforts for the prosperity of Shu Han. He has a wise moment of solitude, which is a kind of 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.

From a pot of wine among flowers, who has no parents and lives alone. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Touching the lips (Li Qingzhao) is lonely and full of sorrow. Cherish spring and urge flowers to 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.

Yi Qin 'e (Li Qingzhao) was in the lofty pavilion, and the mountains and Ye Ping were covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao) has exhausted the scent of dust, and she is tired of combing her 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.

The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao), looking for it, 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.

5. There are poems describing 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.

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

The cold golden bun is loose, and the candle is red when you wake up.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Who * * * me, drunk on the moon. -Xin Qiji

After people dispersed, the sky was as light as water.

A goose, half a window, is always in tears.

It is estimated that the heartbroken place, the moonlit night, and the short Matsuoka every year.

The bright moon does not know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely on Zhuhu Lake.

The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.

The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds.

Melancholy Xiaoying waning moon, parting, soundproof dust from now on.