Who wrote me a poem about loneliness

Lonesome. People are lonely.

Everyone is also used to loneliness.

Lonesome. Everywhere.

Lonesome. It's in people's hearts.

Lonesome. It's not when you're alone.

The two people don't make friends.

It's lonely to be together.

Lonesome. The evil that dwells in the hearts of men.

Often at a time when not paying attention.

Devouring our emotions.

It makes us feel empty, we feel sad, we feel indifferent, we feel nothing.

Lonesome. It's so unbearable and so inextricable.

Loneliness makes people get used to it, and it is no longer painful.

Get used to loneliness and taste loneliness.

Loneliness is like black coffee, bitter, bitter, astringent, rich and evocative.

Loneliness is like red wine, sour and spicy, mellow and intoxicating.

Loneliness and anger devour emotions.

Accustomed to loneliness, accustomed to hatred, accustomed to emotions, slowly disappearing...

People who often want to forget can't.

People who want to remember are always forgetting.

People who want to resist are always receptive.

People who tend to get used to it are always suffering.

That's how things are so impermanent.

When you thought you would never forget.

You need to rely on Meng Po soup to help you forget the time.

Actually, you're already forgetting.

In the near future you will not remember.

Memories you don't want to forget.

When you want to remember happy memories.

Often in a dull life.

It always makes you forget the throbbing feeling of that moment of happiness.

Person. Whether it's remembering, forgetting, habitualizing, or resisting.

We are all just tiny grains of sand in the red dust.

Eventually, after the prosperity passed, it turned into nothingness.

I think the first one is very good, but do you want modern poetry or ancient poetry.

Here are the verses about loneliness::

1. The lonely lamp is unclear, and he rolls up the curtains and sighs at the moon sky. --Li Bai "Sauvignon Blanc Part I".

2. The stars are sparse and the river is shadowy, and the frost is heavy and the moon is lonely. --Zhang Xiaoxiang "Linjiang Immortals: Try to ask where the plum blossoms are good".

3. Half of his life has been lonely, and the mountain pillow is full of sandalwood. --Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty: Qu Lang Meets Again in the Depths".

4, even hugged Qinggao alone, and suddenly became miserable. --Wang Yisun "Qi Tianle Cicada".

5. May the shadow of the moon shine on the Fubo camp. --Shen Ruyun "Yan Resentment Two Songs, Part I) 6, who is the son of the white horse, Huanglongbian Han'er. --Li Bai "Alone Missing".

7. This year, I traveled to Qin alone, and I was worried about seeing spring rather than spring. --Du Zhou's Defeat Sui Lun Yan "Spring Moon in Beijing".

8. Why should the ape be close to the lonely boat. --Li Xun, "Wushan Yinyun, Ancient Temple Yiqingzhang".

9, the brocade word in the machine talks about long-term hatred, and the flowers and branches upstairs sleep alone with a smile. --Huang Furan, "Spring Thoughts".

10, will be comforted by the solitude, rely on this north window qin. --Bai Juyi, "Rainy".

11. Lonely yellow flowers every year. --Huang Ji "Remembering Qin'e and Qiu Xiaosuo".

12, Chongwu Jiachen covers the door alone. --Li Zhiyi, "Nanxiangzi Dragon Boat Festival".

13, the waves are shaken, and the cold moon reflects the pu. --Cui Tu "That's the Way".

14. The crane pan is far away from the lonely island, and the cicadas are dragging the remnants of the branches. --Fang Gan, "Traveling to Yangzhou and Living in Hao's Lin Pavilion".

15. It may not be a gift, and it is suspicious to fly alone. --Cui Tu "Lonely Goose".

16, Yunkai Wenshui is far away, and the road around the Ming Mountain of the Liang Nationality is late. --Qualcomm Chaxin, "Dongping Bei Qianwei County Li Yu Shaofu".

17, neither ghost nor fairy, a song of peach blossom water. --Xin Qiji, "Shengchazi Solo Trip to Yuyan".

18. Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning. --Wang Wei, "Farewell to the South".

The verses containing loneliness are as follows:

1. The mountains surround the homeland, and the tide hits the empty city and is lonely. ——Liu Yuxi, "Jinling Five Questions · Stone Town".

2. You should only keep the loneliness and cover the old garden. - Meng Haoran, "Farewell to the King, Serving the Imperial Guard, Leaving Farewell to the Wangwei".

3. Where to return in spring, lonely and nowhere to go. ——Huang Tingjian, "Qing Pingle · Where is Spring Returning".

4, Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year. ——Zhang Xian, "Qingmen Yin, It's Warm and Cold".

5. I don't see Master Yan with the collapse, and the lonely Fuchun Mountain. ——Zhu Xi, "Water Tune Song Tou · Don't See Master Yan".

6. The nine tribes are separated as Chu prisoners, and the deep stream is lonely and bitter. ——Wang Changling, "Gong Hou Yin, Luxi County South Debate Vertical Night Boat".

7. On the side of the broken bridge outside the post, there is no owner. - Lu You's "Fortune Operator · Yongmei".

8. There is no annexation in Liuhe today, and the lonely ancient Taiwan space exists. ——Tang Shunzhi's "Jintai Xing".

9, the breeze is singing, and the lonely road is precious. ——Li Bai, "Gift to the King of the False Hill Shaofu".

10, the ancient palace, the palace flowers are lonely and red. - Yuan Zhen's "Imperial Palace".

11, Tianmingden has a future, and he will say goodbye to the old man alone. - Du Fu, "Stone Entrenchment".

12. The white head does not see the old Yishan, and the maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red. - Shi Xinghai's "Bo Tangqi Temple".

13, the spring to the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and the lamp is often hated without grace. - Ouyang Xiu, "Crying Birds".

14. The autumn wind blows to Jiangcun, it is dusk, and the lonely Wutong does not open the door in the night rain. ——Gu Cai, "Seeing Huan · The Autumn Wind Blows to Jiangcun".

15. I am still there, deep in the mountains, by the lonely creek bridge. ——Huang Gongshao, "Qingyu Case · Stop Needlework Every Year".

16. Those who remember the Venerable Master will be born lonely. - Pi Rixiu, "Early Summer Tour of Lengjia Shirt Wax House".

[Like a dream].

Xiang Zhu sat alone with the bright window, and I was shadowed. When the lamp is sleeping, the shadow also throws people away. No that, no that, I'm so scared.

Picking mulberries] Lu Benzhong's hatred of Jun is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation.

Hating the monarch is like Jiang Louyue, temporarily full and losing, temporarily full and losing, when will you be reunited?

Li Yu went up to the west building alone without a word, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locked Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, and there is no general taste in my heart.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the pre-step drips until dawn.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking. Bai Juyi.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep. Bai Juyi.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold. Bai Juyi.

Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an. Du Fu has a pot of wine among the flowers, and there is no blind date for drinking alone. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. Li Baihe cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. Li Shangyin.

Troubled mountains and snowy nights, lonely candles and strangers. Cui Tu.

The autumn wind gives birth to Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an. Gia Island.

The clouds and the sky are far away, and the eternal night and the moon are lonely. Du fu.

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. Yan a few ways.

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door. Liu Fangping.

In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied. Bai Juyi.

Looking at the bright moon together, we should cry, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight. Bai Juyi.

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

The 100-foot building in the west of the beacon city, sitting alone in the sea breeze at dusk. Wang Changling.

The broom is opened in the golden palace, and the fans are wandering together for the time being. Wang Changling.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches. When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines. The spring breeze doesn't know each other, what is going on. Li bai.

The smoked cage jade pillow has no color, and the Nangong is long and long. Wang Changling.

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Gao shi.

In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. Li bai.

One is called, one is broken, and three springs and three months are remembered. Li bai.

Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was even more separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights. Li Shangyin.

Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night. Li Shangyin.

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Zhang Ji.

Alone on the river tower, the moonlight is like water and the sky. Zhao Yi.

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, the small garden incense path wandered alone, Yan Shu withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and the ancient road west wind thin horse. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. Ma Zhiyuan.

About loneliness, writer Yang Daxia recorded.

The wind comes to the poplar branches are green, and people are lonely.

Shaohua has stayed empty, and it is difficult to break the simple feelings.

Dark, unheard, tired, shrinking.

The red dust of the world has passed through the wind.

I wish there was one in this life.

Loneliness, old age, and remnants of life.

You've given a lot of examples, but what loneliness is, it's not lonely because it's lonely. In fact, behind the loneliness is the pain and loneliness of being uncomfortable, restraining from hatred, and falling in love, so how can the following two songs be missing, isn't it?

Dengyouzhou Taiwan Song (Chen Ziang).

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after. Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept.

Tianjingsha Qiusi (Yuan Ma Zhiyuan).

Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads are west wind and thin horses, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

Dotted lips (Li Qingzhao).

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful.

Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless!

Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Remembering Qin'e (Li Qingzhao).

In the high pavilion, the smoke and light of the chaotic mountains and plains are thin.

The smoke is thin, and after the crow returns, the twilight sky smells the horns.

The broken incense and residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall.

The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely.

Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao).

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.

I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao).

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground.

Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a one, sad words!

Yulinling (Liu Yong).

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break.

The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

Dotted lips (Li Qingzhao).

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful.

Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless!

Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Remembering Qin'e (Li Qingzhao).

In the high pavilion, the smoke and light of the chaotic mountains and plains are thin.

The smoke is thin, and after the crow returns, the twilight sky smells the horns.

The broken incense and residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall.

The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely.

Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao).

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.

I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao).

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground.

Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a one, sad words!

Yulinling (Liu Yong).

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break.

The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

Poppies, etc.

The author is Bao Pengshan.

At noon today, I watched "Hundred Lectures" Mr. Bao Pengshan's Lu Zhishen.

talked about Lu Zhishen's recklessness.

When he broke through Lu Zhishen's loneliness, he talked about a poem "Loneliness".

There is a flock of birds in the woods.

It's all gray.

One of them. Also gray.

Mr. Bao's comments on this poem are unforgettable.

He said. Loneliness is not being accepted by the crowd.

It's that we don't dare to face the crowd with our true colors and natures.

Sometimes our loneliness is not because we are outstanding.

But because we're ordinary.

It's not because we're different from others.

It's too much the same as others.

I think of a question I've been thinking about lately.

Most of what we do is to get ahead.

In this way, you can show your uniqueness.

In terms of natural selection.

This is useful.

But why didn't humans evolve brilliant feathers like peacocks?

There are no fangs and claws of beasts.

But there's only one well-developed brain.

Because the mind has always been the greatest ** of human beings.

Trimming view. Take the path of wholeness and realism.

It will only allow us to see the truth.

Touch the truth.

Won't solve my problem.

Nor will it allow me to save the people from fire and water, and the world from hanging upside down.

It just allows me to really use my own perception to observe the world.

No matter what the world looks like.

It's all I say I have.

It's all my loneliness.

It's all my wonderful.