Poems about lonely lights at night

1, look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, the lane is broken every year, the window is drizzling, and the night is alone.

Qin Hate by Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty.

Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless. Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me. Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names. Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food.

It's painfully cold, and police tactical unit is too thin. Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, the lane is broken every year, the window is drizzling and the night is independent. Don't god, still keep his mouth shut and say nothing? Crazy, take a hundred photos of Wu Si and write them down in detail.

Explanation:

Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is unavoidable. Cut down the lush peach trees, detract from his scenery, and cook Ying Ge, a poet who sings the wind and sings the moon, as a snack we should have. Burn inkstone books, play the piano and tear up paintings, ruin articles and wipe out reputation. I, Jia Zheng of Xingyang, have a family history of singing and begging, and I can live freely only by teaching songs and begging.

I can't change my natural cold bones and be laughed at by my thin and shabby face in a cool hat and a blue shirt. I have lived in a broken alley for a long time, and my residence is covered with autumn grass. The windows are not tight enough to stop the wind and rain, and I spend every night in the lonely light. Does god want to shut up the poet and not even sigh? Crazy, so I took out 100 Wu Si note and wrote down my sadness.

2, the hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad.

From Nocturnal Travel by Gao Shi in Tang Dynasty

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

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (Frost Temple: Sorrow Temple)

Explanation:

There is a dim light in the hotel, reflecting the lonely guests who can't sleep. Why does the lonely traveler feel sad? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and another year will be added tomorrow.

3, the night is a mountain shop, living alone.

From Wei Wuying's Listening to the Sound of Jialing River in Tang Dynasty.

Running off a cliff was called Shen Yu in ancient times. At night, the mountain shop is noisy and it is uncomfortable to stay alone.

The water is quiet from the clouds, and the stone is silent; How to stimulate the two phases, and the thunder turns into an empty mountain?

I am grateful for the return of the door.

Explanation:

It is said to be the ancient site of Dayu. At night, the entrance of the Buddhist temple in the hotel is very noisy, so one can't sleep well at night. Water is characterized by silence, and there is no sound in the stone. Why do the two collide with each other (water and stone collide)? The thunder is low and the inaccessible mountains are shocking. Leave this problem to my old friend in the temple and solve the problem it gave me.

4, deeper people go into silence, but the lonely lights on the wall set each other off.

From Zhou Bangyan's Guanheling in Song Dynasty, when it is cloudy in autumn, it gradually clears up.

Autumn is cloudy and sunny, and the yard suddenly gets cold. Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds.

Late at night, I am very quiet, only the wall lamp contrasts with me. The strong wine is gone. How did you stay up until dawn?

Explanation:

It turned cloudy and sunny in autumn, and it was near dusk, and the courtyard suddenly became cold. Standing in court, listening to the autumn sound, there is no trace of red rock in the vast sea of clouds. It was quiet in the middle of the night, only the solitary lamp on the wall set off my figure. The strong smell of wine has disappeared. How can we get through the long night until dawn?

5. The winter nights are long and the cold nights are long. You have been sitting in the North Hall for a long time.

From Li Bai's Night Sitting in the Tang Dynasty

The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time. Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly.

When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it.

I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.

Explanation:

The cold winter night feels particularly long. A woman sat in the north hall for a long time, thoughtful. Cold spring freezes, Leng Yue enters the boudoir, and Yi Deng is like a bean. A cold cold light, dazzling woman's face with tears. The light was suddenly blown out by the cold wind, and she felt even more desolate and cried even more sadly. Suddenly I heard a man singing. She wiped the tears from her face, stopped crying and listened attentively.

The song has profound meaning, the heart has feelings, and the feelings and sounds are in harmony. If there is a sentence that doesn't agree with my wife, you won't be haunted by the lingering sound.