Song Ci that describes loneliness, poems that describe loneliness

The Song lyrics that describe loneliness include, fighting for the ferry, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Regarding the Song word that describes loneliness, it should be said that there should be a lot of direct searches on the Internet. There should be this and this one of loneliness, but how many are there.

If you describe the lonely Song Ci, there are still a lot of them, and Li Qingzhao writes a lot.

What a sad word this time, Li Qingzhao's words describe loneliness a lot.

1. Who is the case for a loneliness. Count the preface, always light burden. - Liu Yong, "Eternal Happiness".

2. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. Qugang jumping fish, round lotus dew, lonely and no one sees. - Su Shi "Eternal Joy Pengcheng Night Stay in Swallow Tower".

3. The scenery is long and lonely, and the official position of the Manchu Dynasty is lonely. ——Bai Juyi, "Drunken Gift to Liu Twenty-Eight Envoys".

4. The lonely tassel is coldly embroidered, the pillow leans on the screen and the mountain pillow provokes the fragrant dust, and the flowers in the small garden cry in the spring. - Yan Xuan, "Huanxi Sand".

5, that can be lonely Fangfei Festival, want to talk about life. The night has been three watches, and a sad song and tears are dark. - Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries".

6. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinkers left their names. - Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

7. Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring. - Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

8, Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year. ——Zhang Xian, "Qingmen Yin, Spring Thoughts".

9. Go up to the west building alone without a word, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. ——Li Yu "Seeing Joy".

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty and is a type of poetry. I collect and share modern poems of loneliness, I hope you like it.

You say, I laughed innocently.

That's because it's in the cold season when the snow is falling.

In the house of my lonely heart.

The scent of gardenias still wafts through.

You say, I smile warmly.

That's because on a windy night knocking on the door.

I will get up and pray.

I would like to send my best wishes to you who are wandering in the distance.

You say, I'm smiling melancholy.

That's because it's in a long, winding rain alley.

I made that.

A girl with the color of a lilac.

You say, I smile calmly.

That's because when I was wandering in the mountains of books and the sea of music.

I gave birth to white wings.

Nirvana is in the boundless river of time and space.

You say, I smiled calmly.

That's because when there are tears dripping into sugar-free coffee.

I can still recover from that thick bitterness and early disturbance.

Taste the faint fragrance of Lu Songdan's ......

You ask me why I am alone.

Those smiles, as if pouring out from the depths of my heart?

That's because of loneliness.

Already in the cup of loneliness.

Blossom. The neon of the city.

How many wanderers' eyes have been confused?

The bustle of the city.

How many lonely souls have sunk?

You and me walking in the concrete jungle.

How long has it been since you looked up at the stars and moon?

You and me who hide themselves in masks.

How long has it been since you embraced the wind and rain with open arms?

A person's temperature gradually cools down.

The temperature of the two people warms each other.

The temperature of a group of people just lets.

The intersection of the hearts under the mask is becoming less and less.

In the arms of a lover.

Forget about pure romance.

In the drink of friends.

Forget to trample fame and fortune under your feet.

In the virtual world.

Looking for the Hongqiao of the soul.

In the ** of the screen.

Look for the splendor of spring flowers and autumn moons.

In the event of who pays first.

Measure the steps taken.

On the scales of how much to give.

Measure the depth of the effort.

Vent your anger in front of your nearest and dearest.

Speak your mind in front of strangers.

Busyness and loneliness are the best excuses.

Disguises and smirks become the best language.

Thereupon. Some people are lost and squander the brilliance of life.

Some people are miserable and depressed in their lives.

Some people insist that loneliness is a running on the road to success.

Some people indifferently play with the beauty of loneliness.

Loneliness is an attribute of life.

It is a complex and contradictory poppy.

Bloom in the corners of life, and the cherry blossoms wither.

Every hurried back.

are all painted with the loneliness that follows like a shadow.

Stretch out the warmth of your hand.

Hold the warmth of someone else's hand.

You and I walking alone.

Cast out the shadow of loneliness in warmth.

Embrace the noble and proud loneliness in warmth.

[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.

Linjiang Xian Yan a few ways.

After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the wine wakes up and the curtains hang low. When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together. I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned.

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 the wind is in a hurry at night. The goose is also the saddest, but it is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, but they are damaged, and now who can pick them. Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word.

High balcony Wang Yisun.

And Zhou Caozhuang sent the friendship rhyme in Yuezhong.

The remnant snow is overcast, the light cold curtain shadow, and the Feifei jade tube is spring. Small post gold mud, I don't know whose house is spring? Acacia dreams in front of the window one night, Nai personally, and the water covers the other day. But it was sad, full of trees and fragrant, and the ground was slanted.

Jiangnan is free from sorrow, and the situation is to travel to the ancient road and return to Yanpingsha. How to get the silver paper, diligently said with the years. Nowadays, grass grows everywhere, even if it is high, it cannot see the end of the world. Even more to him, a few degrees of east wind, a few degrees of flying flowers.

Qingyu case Huang Gongshao.

Every year, the company stops needlework every day, how can you bear to see it, double Feiyan? Today, Jiangcheng is half of spring, and he is still there, deep in the mountains, by the lonely stream bridge.

Who is the needle and thread in the spring shirt? Dots and rows are full of tears. The sunset unsaddles the grass bank, no one wears flowers, no one persuades wine, and no one cares about drunkenness.

Apricot blossom day ginger kui.

The green silk is low and the mandarin duck is low, thinking of the peach leaves, and calling the ferry at that time. and will be sad and the spring breeze, stay and stay, and rely on the blue tree to stay less.

Jinling Road, warblers and swallow dances. Counting the tide, knowing people is the most bitter. Manting Fangcao does not return, sunset, where to move the boat?

Huanxi Sha Qin Guan.

The indifference is light and cold on the small building, the Xiaoyin scoundrel is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are light like a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain hangs a small silver hook.

Chun complained about Liu Fangping Tang.

The screen window is getting dusk at sunset, and no one in the gold house can see tear stains.

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

The sentence of the willow shore and the wind and the waning moon is enough!

Jiang Xue, Liu Zongyuan.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

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

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