Ask for a short poem about loneliness

The idle rain provokes the spring people

Shaohua does not stay for talents

Jiangnan Spare Beauty Dream

Thin smoke and light fog lock the Red Mansion.

Loneliness makes me. Loneliness makes me babble. Loneliness makes me reminisce about the past.

Loneliness makes me hang my head. Loneliness makes me want to die sometimes.

Loneliness makes me silent. Loneliness makes me unsure.

Loneliness allows me to know myself. Loneliness allows me to gain a conscience.

Loneliness gives me courage. Loneliness made me rise resolutely.

Loneliness makes me charge more than once. Loneliness makes me welcome victory.

Faded" suddenly felt very light, this is an ordinary dream.

And after last night's heart-rending cough, you who blurred in your eyes with tears Have you lost weight We haven't seen each other for a long time.

I'm getting fat, little by little.

This kind of vain old age and the dream that I have had for many years.

It's all faded.

Countless stars in the sky are lonely figures;

In the dead of night, accompanied by heavy sighs, it does not seem too lonely;

The night casts the silhouette of longing, and the starry marks are visible;

The surroundings are an impermeable black, restricting breathing.

Quietly curled up his legs, his back against the wall;

Unable to see things around you clearly, calm down and use your senses to perceive;

subtle and imperceptible sounds, not to be found**;

It's like drowning, and it's uncomfortable to be robbed of the air.

Black is a metaphor for death, so straightforward that it doesn't need to be justified;

But black is the truest of everything, like a mirror that analyzes everything;

No camouflage, no need to hide, it is a unique natural protective color;

Like a dolphin longing for angels, it is inseparable from each other.

Secretly turn on the lamp and put your hand under the lamp, which is orange'Transparency of the group;

When you accidentally see a mirror, you will feel as ghostly and illusory;

Many times, I don't understand why I am silent, and where the sense of flooding around me comes from;

It is customary to have silence instead of all boiling, and if so, the same person is in the same state of mind.

When the fear of darkness is replaced by dependence, it is pain that goes deep into the bone marrow;

Don't hide anything so hard, look at it bravely;

Gradually quiet down and listen to your heart;

When the world is boiling, it is like a pool of stagnant water.

When the world calmed down from the noise, it was boiling over.

It is called an alien, and it is the opposite of the world's chaotic orange heart;

Then I would rather be an outlier, there is nothing to be ashamed of;

Volatilize the true side in the dark with the elderly, without worries;

When you are quietly quiet, you are relieved of your tiredness with the world, and you are a crying child.

In the dream, there is a veined reed cloud.

She was the embodiment of my first love.

The red dust is rolling, the long river is over, and the deep affection I expect is not enough!

I look forward to the wandering geese, folding the wings of Lutan for sharp clipping, cutting the sunny day to make transparent letterheads, dipping Caixia to write my strong wishes, flying over thousands of rivers and mountains, flying over the vast acacia forest belt in the south, to knock on the door knocker ...... a tight and deep boudoir

The autumn water is getting thinner, and the pure beach is full of the scars of my dreams;

The autumn wind is tight, and the flowing lan at dusk shakes my warm sorrow.

Only on the water side, your white truth is my obsessive receipt.

Read you on the other side, read a dream that will never wake up for life, and the sweet total code ant quietly fills the heart.

Autumn smiled lightly, and Shu rolled a clear and distant blessing.

There is a veined reed cloud, which will always be brilliant in my dreams.

Loneliness is the carnival of one person, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.

Loneliness is the loneliness of a group, and loneliness is the loneliness of a group of people.

Solitude. Fame, snobbery, jealousy, greed, selfishness, hypocrisy... Expanding into the space of the century, the world has become smaller, and the burden of the world is suffocating. So, I longed for the depths of the blue sky, the depths of the sea, the depths of my soul, the transcendent pleasure - loneliness.

Is there no shade in the sun? Isn't there no cold in the summer? Isn't there loneliness in the crowd?

I don't know who said that loneliness is the result of a heart worthy of understanding, and seeking understanding is unattainable; Boredom is the result of an empty mind seeking recreation and not being able to get it; Loneliness is the result of being left out and generally warm.

Loneliness is not loneliness, not loneliness, not emptiness, not boredom, it is a state of extreme spiritual fulfillment, a pure land of the spiritual world, and only the thinker can enjoy its pleasure. Want to enjoy solitude? The first thing to look for is the essence of the spirit contained in your mind, because if the cranial cavity is filled with worldly distractions, you can only enjoy emptiness and boredom.

In this world, not everyone can enjoy solitude.

The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone." shows Li Bai's loneliness, "The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fisherman is sad and sleepy." This is Zhang Ji's loneliness, Copernicus is also lonely, and Nietzsche is also lonely. The hearts of many great men are lonely hearts.

To endure loneliness is to produce a kind of tenacity beyond the object. In the streets and alleys, in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, if you can enjoy the solitude alone, let Mount Tai collapse in front, and the elk in the back, you can also stick to the position of the soul, get rid of the shackles of the world, firmly grasp the ship of life, and sail to the boundless kingdom of freedom.

I wrote these sentences.

1.Loneliness is the longing after a smile, and loneliness is wandering under the moonlit night. 2.Loneliness is like a cigarette, which makes people endlessly ecstatic.

Loneliness is like a poem, eternally intriguing.

I smiled and looked indifferently at everyone around me, a hysterical smile, the intersection of two extremes. I've forgotten how to cry.