Recommend a poem about insomnia and loneliness .

Butterfly Loves Flowers" The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful and the orchid is crying, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows are flying away. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send color notes and rulers, where do you know where the mountains and rivers are?

Song) Yan Shu. Lu Lun's "Late Ezhou".

Yunkai's vision of Hanyang City is like a lonely sail.

It is estimated that the guests sleep during the day and know the waves quietly, and the boaters feel the tide at night.

Sanxiang is sad and autumnal, and thousands of miles return to the moon.

The old industry has been exhausted with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums on the river!

Zhang Ji "Fengqiao Night Park".

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

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

Du Mu "Autumn Evening".

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Lu You's "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji".

The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and you can go home as if you are Qingming.

Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems" is the second.

The sun is in the west, and the moon is out of the east ridge.

Thousands of miles away, swinging in the sky.

The wind comes into the house, and the pillow is cold in the middle of the night.

Qi is easy to understand, and sleepless knows the sunset.

If you want to say nothing, wave a cup to persuade the lonely shadow.

The sun and the moon throw people away, and the ambition is not successful.

Thinking of this sadness, I can't be quiet in the end.

Spring sleep is not aware.

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night.

How much do you know about the flowers?

The flower season did not follow.

Sleepless emptiness relatively.

A branch opens in my heart.

I don't know who beauty is.

1. Red beans are born in the south, how many branches will be sent in spring? May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely! ——Wang Wei 2, holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, he was speechless and choked. - Yulin Bell".

3. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. - Fan Zhongyan.

4. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. - Bai Juyi 5, the days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless. - Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

6. Sitting up in shock in the dying disease, the dark wind blows the rain into the cold window. - Yuan Zhi 7, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny and sunny. - Bamboo Branch Words

8. In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. ——Cui Hu, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang".

9, read to go, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

10. The bright moonlight in front of the window, the frost on the ground of doubts; Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

11. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. - Liu Yong, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

12. Helplessly, the night is long and people are sleepless, and the number of voices and the moon to the curtain are full. - Li Yu 13, this situation can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time. - Li Shangyin, "Jin Se".

14. In heaven, I would like to be a winged bird, and in the earth, I would like to be a branch. - Song of Long Hatred

15. Cutting constantly, the reason is still messy, it is a sorrow, don't think it is in your heart.

16. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. —Untitled

17. The bonus is easy to decay like Langyi, and the water flow is infinite like nong's sorrow. ——Liu Yuxi, "Four Bamboo Branch Words, Part II".