2. Walk alone and sit alone, advocate sole reward and lie alone. It hurts to stand, but it hurts to touch people lightly.
3. a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
4. In sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, only the drinker keeps his name.
5, the soul dream is unbearable, and it is even more screaming.
6. it's hard to say, the bright window is light in the moon, and the thin shadow is still romantic.
7, I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, alone in tears.
8. Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
1. Who sees a lonely person walking alone?
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11. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I will add a new sorrow from now on. 13. It's easy to meet, but it's hard to leave. Where will I look back tomorrow?
14. The lonely cries fly towards the moon and the shadows.
15. There is a broken bridge outside the post, and there is no owner in loneliness.
16. This time, what a sad word!
17. Tears on my pillow are like rain outside the window.
18, few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string.
19. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is loneliness, and every step is loneliness!
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1. I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end was in tears alone.
2. There is a broken bridge outside the post, and there is no owner in loneliness.
3. Only the running water in front of the building, you should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I will add a new sorrow from now on.
4. When the blowjob goes to Yulou, who will be with the heartbroken?
5. Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
6. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
7. This time, what a sad word!
8. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
9, the soul dream is unbearable, and it is even more screaming.
1. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
11. Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is loneliness, and every step is loneliness! 13, it is hard to say, the bright window is light, and the thin shadow is still romantic.
14, few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string.
15. There is nothing to do, but the small garden incense trail lingers alone.
16. Tears on my pillow are like rain outside the window.
17, sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, (www.lz13.cn) Only the drinker keeps his name.
18. It's easy to meet, but bitter to leave. Where will I look back on my feelings someday?
19. a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
2. The Mo Xu cup is deep in amber, so it should be melted before it becomes drunk, so it should be late to come to the wind. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold gold bun is loose, and the time and space are red to the candlelight.
21. I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
22. Who sees a lonely person walking alone?
23. The lonely cries fly towards the moon and the shadows.
24. Walk alone and sit alone, advocate independent remuneration and lie alone. It hurts to stand, but it hurts to touch people lightly.
25, where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?, miss this leisurely world, and I am all alone and my tears fall down.
A poem expressing loneliness:
The Lonely Harvester was written by the poet when he was traveling in Scotland.
People who travel in the Arabian desert
rest wearily in shady places;
The nightingale's song is popular with them, but
it is not as good as this kind of singing;
In spring, the cuckoo cries,
it rings in the farthest Hebrides,
it breaks the silence of the sea between the islands-
but it is as exciting as this song.
Ancient poem:
Drinking Tao Yuanming
build house is in a human environment, but there are no chariots and horses. Ask you what you can do? The heart is far from self-centered. Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. There is truth in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue.
operator divination. Su Shi, who lives in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
hangs a sparse tree in the absence of the moon, which makes people quiet at first. Who saw eremita solo, as if the sky wild goose - like figure.
when you wake up, you look back, and no one can save it if you hate it. It kept wandering between the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed lonely on the cold Shoal.
Wang Anshi, a lonely tung
The nature is dense and lonely, and it is hundreds of miles high.
ling Xiao is unyielding, and he has an open mind.
old roots are strong, and the sun leaves are more cloudy.
I'm willing to play banjo when I think about it tomorrow.
parting from sorrow is endless, and it's strange when you come.
Embroidering people's thoughts are far away, the beads and dew are hanging in the dark, and tears are sent to the levy wheel.
a long head is in the eye, which is heavier and more distant.
but if you look at the sky, you will lose sight of the king and grandson.
Feng Xiao chanted Han Zhen
After parting from the pond, she used to walk around and be green and jealous.
when you're walking around, you're carrying a vegetarian hand, splashing flowers and flying catkins, and slowly fragrant.
Zhu Yankong changed himself, and grew new year by year.
never lose your youth by wandering around the green fields and enjoying yourself.
like a dream
last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly, so a deep sleep didn't consume the wine.
I ask the shutter man, but I know that Haitang is still there.
do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
a touch of crimson lips
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
leaning over the bar, I'm just in no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading and the grass is fading, and the road back is broken.
Click the crimson lips
Stop swinging, get up and adjust your slim hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown.
when someone comes, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away, and they are ashamed to leave. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum
Huanxisha
Mo Xu cup is deep and amber, and it melts before it gets drunk, so it's time to relax.
The brain-refreshing fragrance dispels dreams, turns the cold golden bun loose, and turns the candle flowers red when you wake up.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk to heptachord by leaning against the building.
It's hard to stop pear blossoms when they come out of the mountains in the distance to hasten dusk, and the breeze blows and rains to lighten the shade.
Huanxisha
It's cold in the spring, the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers.
In the future, Haiyan will fight for grass, while Jiangmei has passed the willow floss, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and makes the comb more careless. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade ducks smoke the stove to refresh their brains, while Zhu Ying covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles and leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye movement is guessed.
on the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart, and the moon will move and the shadow will come again.
Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning to Hong broke the clouds, and the smoke from the back window fell straight. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light.
the sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull's-eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva Man
It's still early in spring when the wind is soft, and I feel good at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.
where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.
recalling Qin' e
Lingao Pavilion, chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk.
the fragrance is broken and the fragrance is lingering, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely.
spread the Huanxi sand
knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor, such as Yanfu, is too bright.
plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams, but heartless.
Drunken Flower Yin
The mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked.
after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
a prune
the fragrant red lotus root can last forever. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.
flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
Xiangzi
Tian and Qiu Guang, turn around and feel hurt, and explore Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang.
When thin clothes are tried for the first time, the green ants have a new taste, and it gradually gets windy, rainy and cool.
In the courtyard at dusk, I feel sad and anxious, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past.
it can last forever, and the moon is empty. Listening to the distant sound of Daoyi, the long and pointed sound of crickets, and the long style leaky surface acoustic, the feeling of time too slow.
Chinese Valentine's Day
The grass is singing, and the phoenix tree is stunned, which is full of sorrow on earth and in the sky.
cloud terrace and moon land are locked up for thousands of times. If you come and go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years. I want to leave my love, so don't hate being poor.
Petunia Weaving Maid is nothing but separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely Goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed starts to sleep, and there are endless words and thoughts.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace, which makes me feel like water.
when the flute is played three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and there is a lot of spring affection.
a small breeze dispels the rain and makes a thousand tears.
when the blowjob goes to the jade building, who will be with the heartbroken?
a broken branch is worth a fortune, and no one can send it.
the voice is slow
looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. This time, what a sad word!
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