Can you share the loneliest poem you ve ever read?

The first thing that came to my mind was a poem by Su Shi. Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it.

Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. This is written by Su Shi to mourn his deceased wife, the two died once in their lives, separated for ten years, but they missed each other very dazedly and couldn't see each other.

I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to tell her about the desolation and sorrow in her heart. Alone, bearing ten years of sadness and loneliness, how many decades are there in a person's life?

When I was a child, I was ignorant about memorizing poems, and I memorized Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" over and over again. There were no birds in the mountains, and no trace of people could be found on the paths. He was the only one fishing on the snow-covered river.

The poetry was originally too lonely, but I found a secret behind my back. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Read it down along with the opening word"Don't be lonely. ”

On the side of the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. I bet no one can read it, it's all self-filled and sung. When I was a child, I only regarded him as a children's song, and I watched it carefully after the Pushu incident two days ago, and my heart was sour for a long time. ‍‍

Frostfall Original].

Autumn is full of astringent moon ice.

Cold, cold smoke and cold sound.

Heavy frost. Dead leaves sweep away the mountains and forests.

The road is bitter and the cold color is lowered.

Mountain yellow. Twin geese fly south.

Township, Hongchen is sad all the way.

Song hurts. Li Gongjue, Beijing, October 23, 2018

is not crazy, and not immortal, and finds elm money as wine money. The first time I read this song, I felt ridiculous, so absurd that I actually picked up elm money as wine money, and suddenly felt lonely. Original poem:

The small garden by the green stream is left to be barren for a few years. Huang Ting's small note, Ren Shengshu wrote half of it. It is good to divide the red medicine before spring, and remove the green sunflower after the rain.

is not crazy, and not immortal, and finds elm money as wine money. ‍‍

Leave with one heart, and die with sorrow. The night is as heavy as water, and the wind is tight and the pavilion is closed. The dream breaks the mouse and peeps at the lamp, and the frost sends the cold to invade the quilt.

There is no sleep, no sleep, and the horses neighing outside the door. It can be closed in the lonely hall in the cold spring, and the sun is twilight in the sound of the cuckoo. What is my decline, and I am sporadic in my life, but how many are left today?

What popped up in my mind was "Dengyouzhou Taiwan Song" - Chen Ziang. After work, I forgot many of the ancient temples I memorized when I was studying, but this poem lingers. I remember very clearly, when I was in elementary school, my dad asked me to memorize 300 Tang poems, and there was a small illustration.

When I came, the road was already white mist, standing on the high platform, one step forward was the abyss, and the frantic mountain wind tore the tears in the corners of the eyes, crumbling. Laughing wildly and questioning this vast world, there is only the echo of this empty valley. I didn't see the ancients before, I didn't see the people who came after, I thought about the world and the world, I was alone and wept, and I turned around and left silently.

Now I savor it and substitute myself into paintings and poems, which is really the first to cry.

On this day, the world is full of tears, and there is a strong navy. In the Battle of the Yellow Sea of the Japanese Dynasty, Deng Shichang and the Zhiyuan ship coexisted and died, and sank themselves in the sea. When Emperor Guangxu heard the news, he wrote an elegy in grief:

On this day, the world is full of tears, and there is a strong navy. And gave Deng Shichang the title of "Zhuangjie Gong", posthumously awarded the title of "Prince Shaobao", and wrote a sacrificial text and an inscription by the royal pen. ‍‍

It is difficult to cross the mountain, who is sad and lost? When they meet in Pingshui, they are all guests from other places.

There are many ancient poems in my country, which are written about loneliness and are very wonderful. There was a lively discussion, and I wanted to talk about a foreign one - Carver wrote: "....Call yourself dear and feel yourself loved in this world". The first time I read this poem, tears were about to come out.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, the sun sets, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world...

In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler.

When I grew up, I realized why there is a saying that men don't read Nalan Rongruo.

Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

Don't be surprised by the wine, sleep heavily, and the gambling books are consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time. ”

Sycamore tree, three more rain, not to leave the love is bitter, a leaf, a sound, the empty steps drop to the light.

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

Go up to the west building alone and look at the end of the world.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Every time you lie on the moon with a lonely boat, or fall with the flute and the stars.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

No one stands at dusk with me, no one asks me about porridge and warmth!

Quietly standing on the bridge, people don't know a star like the moon to see a long time.

The moon is the same in the middle of the night, and I look at the flying birds from afar.

It was cold in October in the north, and the Long March people had not returned. Original.

It's probably Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue".

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) is in the twilight of the day, and the white house is poor. Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

1.No one understands my loneliness:

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue".

2.Loneliness without a confidant:

If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?

Yue Fei "Little Heavy Mountain".

3.The loneliness of the Pipa Girl:

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry and my tears were dry.

Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing".

5.The loneliness of the reader:

A lifetime of negative qi has become today, and no one in the four seas is facing the sunset.

4.The loneliness of the harem woman:

The red face was not old and the grace was broken first, and he sat in the lavender cage until Ming.

6.The loneliness of a candidate:

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

Zhang Ji "Fengqiao Night Park".

7.The loneliness of a drinker:

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Li Bai "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

8.A traveler's loneliness:

What is fluttering, the world is a sand gull.

Du Fu's "Traveling Night Book".

9.The loneliness of a dead monarch:

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Li Yu "Seeing Joy".

10.The loneliness of a patriot:

I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.

Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Yin, Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion".

Bai Juyi's "Harem Words".

Chen Yinke's "Memories of the Former Residence".