Poetry about loneliness at night

1. Poems describing loneliness and sleepless nights 1. The Fisherman's Pride of Qiu Si Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan.

Original text:

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. From all directions, the wailing of the border earth sounded with the horn, in the mountains. The twilight is heavy, the mountains are setting, and the gates of the isolated city are closed.

After drinking a cup of old wine, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away and have a lot of thoughts. Thinking of the uneven border and unfinished business, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. It was late at night, and the soldiers couldn't sleep. The generals and soldiers were stained white by frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.

2. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Original text:

Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.

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.

Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.

Stop writing to the North Campus and let me go back to that shabby hut in Nanshan. I don't have any talent. No wonder I'm disheartened and my old patient is unfamiliar. The frequent appearance of white hair makes people aging day by day, and the arrival of spring forces the old year to pass away. I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.

3. Yue Ming He Jiao Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Original text:

Moon how bright, shine on my bed.

Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.

Who should you sue when you leave home alone?

Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible; Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.

4, "Shang Tang" Han Dynasty: Zhen Fu

Original text:

Thinking of you is often bitter and sad, and I can't sleep at night.

Don't give up what you love because of your noble behavior.

Miss you often make me cry, and I can't sleep at night. Please don't abandon what you loved before because of your great virtue. Don't throw away onions and shallots because of fish; Don't give up donating money and materials just because you are humble.

5. "Three Poems of Seven Injuries, Part Two" Han Dynasty: RoyceWong

Original text:

Man Jing is not my hometown, so what is long-term stagnation?

The ark belongs to the river, and the dusk worries my heart.

The mountains are full of shade and the rocks are full of shade.

The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest.

The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore.

The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt.

I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano.

Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry.

The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns.

Jingzhou is not my hometown, but I stayed here for a long time? Looking from a distance, the boat went upstream in the middle of the river, and it was getting late, which reminded me of my homesickness. On the hillside, the afterglow of the sun is reflected, and the shadow under the ditch rock is darker.

The running fox is busy rushing back to his cave, and the flying birds are hovering on the nest. The rough waves on the river are crashing, apes are singing in the forest on the shore, the swift river wind lifts my sleeve, and the autumn dew wets my skirt.

Late at night, I was lonely and sleepless, so I got up with my clothes on and picked up the bronze harp. Tongqin seems to understand my mind and give me a sad accent. When is the end of relying on others, my heart is full of sadness that is difficult to send away.

2. What are the poems about "Loneliness at 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.

3. Lonely Poems at Night Wang Wei's poem "Being a stranger alone, 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, 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.

4. 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. Look up at the bright moon and send 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 the bright moonlight fills the boudoir, arousing women's homesickness. 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.

5. Poem describing sleepless nights 1, Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam", after the shower on the dam, I saw a line of wild geese.

Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night. The Millennium falls frequently in the empty garden, and only Singles and Yu Ye are neighbors.

I have been lying alone for a long time. When can I devote myself to my country? 2, Tang Li Bai "Sauvignon Blanc" Sauvignon Blanc "Sauvignon Blanc", in Chang' an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying! 3. Stone "Xijiang Moon One Dream in the World" is one dream in the world. How many times is life cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.

The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival?

Looking at the north sadly. 4. Tang Cui Tu's "Except Night/On Bashan Road, Except Night Book/Except Night" is getting farther and farther away from Sanba Road. I have come three thousand miles, and I am anxious and alert.

On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.

It's hard to get through New Year's Eve in the drift, and tomorrow's update is the new year. 5. Song Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia" is blue and yellow.

The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.

The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel.

Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, a big dream on earth" contains certain philosophical meaning.

But this philosophical significance is conveyed by creating a perfect aesthetic mood. The lonely moonlight and empty promenade on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the poet's lonely figure and dim light, as well as the poet's deep life thinking and sincere love for the world revealed from it, all touched people with the deep affection in his words.

In addition, Su Shi was a representative poet of the unrestrained school in Song Dynasty. However, the style of this poem is soft and graceful, which shows that Su Shi's ci style also has a sad and graceful side.

6. Poems begging for loneliness in the middle of the night. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang, leaving for a passenger ship. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow is lonely, boudoir, and his heart is full of sadness. Cherish spring, urge flowers and rain, lean on the bar, but unintentionally! Where are people? It's almost dark, and I can't see the way back. Huanxisha's Moho cup is dark amber, but it melted before getting drunk. It should be late to relax the clock. It refreshes the mind and dreams, breaks the cold, loosens the golden bun, and wakes up with a red candle. The voice is slow and quiet, sad and sad. When it's warm at first, it's the hardest to rest. Three cups and two lamps are light. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! The good news is that the wind will set the flowers deep and there is a pile of red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of begonia, it is the season of hurting spring. The bar sings jade and respects the sky, the blue jar is dark and bright, and the soul dream is unbearable, and it is even more weeping. Wuling spring fragrance is exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair in the evening. When things are idle, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is going to fade. The word "wild goose" returns, and the west wing is full of moons. Flowers bloom and fall, and water flows by itself. There is a kind of acacia, and there are two concerns. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I can't bear it. The next day I had sex with Qiu Guang. When I explored Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang, I felt very hurt. The first time I tried thin clothes, the green ants had a new taste, and it gradually began to rain and cooled down. At dusk, I feel sad and nervous, when I wake up. No one arrived, very lonely, like He Xun in Yangzhou. Never like rhyme wins, borrow rain embarrassed, not resistant to the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate incense, you must believe in channels and sweep away traces. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is dark, and it's still romantic.