Have you noticed that the older you get, the more often you feel lonely? Even if you are in the middle of the noise, you are still lonely.
Some people say that loneliness is a state of life that cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided.
Lin Yutang said, the world is prosperous and laughing, but I have two spare sideburns, when I taste loneliness, you will stand outside the hustle and bustle of the world, how much excitement has nothing to do with you, the world is drunk and I am sober.
We feel lonely, and so have the poets of all dynasties. They wrote loneliness into their poems, and it has been passed down through the ages.
"Sideburns and Pine Order, Pillow Incense".
Ching Nalan Sex
Pillow incense, flower diameter leakage. Meet according to the appointment, after dusk. In the season, people are sick and drunk, pear blossoms are shoveled, and the east wind is thin all night. Cover the silver screen, hang the green sleeves. Where**, the pulse is slightly funny. The intestine is broken and the moon is bright and red cardamom, the moon is like that time, and the person is like that time?
Translation: There is still a lingering fragrance on the pillow, and there is still spring in the flower path. The pear blossom fell in the east wind overnight, and met her in a trance at dusk after the sick wine, as if coming to the original meeting place, whispering in the sunset.
Now the silver screen is re-covered, and the shadow is single. In the loneliness, I heard the sound of the flute of affection again. At this time, the moon shone on the cardamom, and at that time they met under the moon, but now the moonlight is still there, but people are separated, is she still vaguely the same?
Nalan Xingde (1655 1685), a native of Manchuria, was one of the most famous poets of the Qing Dynasty.
"Xie Ting's Farewell".
Don Hsu Hun
Lao Ge is a song to explain the boat, and the red leaves and green mountains and water are rapid.
The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building.
Translation: After singing the farewell song, you will untie the boat and go away, the two sides are green mountains and red leaves, and the river flows rapidly to the east.
In the evening, the wine was gone, and only the wind and rain sent me out of the West Building.
Xu Hun (c. 791 c. 858), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, was a native of Danyang, Runzhou (now Danyang, Jiangsu). One of the most influential poets of the late Tang Dynasty.
The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building. After writing this sentence, I woke up and found that my friend had gone. The scene that the poet sees, the vastness and gloom of the twilight, and the misty and desolate wind and rain, all show the extreme bleakness and loneliness in the poet's heart.
"Magnolia Pond Water Green Wind Slightly Warm".
Song Yanshu
The pond water is green and the wind is slightly warm. I remember Yu Zhen's first meeting. The heavy song rhyme sounded loudly, and the waist was red and swirling in the broken dance.
The jade hook is on the side of the incense steps. I don't know the night when I'm drunk. At that time, I admired the flowers, and now there is no half of the inspection.
Translation: The pond in the garden is full of blue waves, and the breeze brings light warmth; I remember meeting that jade beauty for the first time here. At the banquet, she sang overlapping lyrics, and her singing voice was like a jade. Then, she danced her waist with the rapid beat of the break, and the red dress swirled, making people overwhelmed.
Now under the white jade curtain hook and gate, next to the steps that exude the aftertaste of falling flowers, I am so drunk that before I know it, the sun is setting westward, and the sky is getting late. Most of the people who enjoyed the singing and dancing of the beauties with me at the time have long since passed away.
晏Shu [yàn shū] (991-1055) was a famous lyricist, poet, and essayist, and a native of Linchuan City, Fuzhou Prefecture, Northern Song Dynasty.
A sentence "At that time, I was a total of flower admirers, and now there is no half of the inspection." It reveals the melancholy of the lyricist about things and people, as well as the feeling of scattered old friends and life like a dream.
"Dream of Tiny Dreams".
Don Bai Juyi
Come to the night and dream together, and you can't collect tears in the morning.
Zhangpu is sick three times, and Xianyang grass and trees are eight autumns.
Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.
Awei Hanlang went to the same time, and the night platform was vague and knew no.
Translation: I dream of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I can't stop waking up in the morning with tears flowing down my towels.
I have been sick many times in Zhangpu, and the grass has grown in Chang'an City for eight years.
I want you to be under the Yellow Spring, the soil erodes your flesh and bones, and finally turns into a handful of loess, and although I am now in the world, I am also gray.
Ah Wei Han Lang has passed away one after another, can Huangquan be dim and dim?
Weizhi refers to the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhi (779 831), whose name is Weizhi, and Bai Juyi in the same department and first, and became lifelong poets.
"Dream of Weizhi" is a mourning poem written by Bai Juyi nine years after Yuan Zhen's death.
"Mud Bones" and "Snow Full Head" depict the poet's lonely and desolate state in the world after the death of his friend. "Full of Snow" is not only a description of his old age and disgrace, but also a symbol of the pain of parting and the pain of longing. It expresses the poet's deep mourning for his friends and his sigh for the impermanence of life.
Throughout the ages, there have been too many poems describing loneliness, such as Chen Ziang's "Song of Dengyouzhou", Jiang Jie's "Poppy Beauty Listening to the Rain", Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" and so on, all of which are descriptions of loneliness.
Some roads can only be walked alone, and some scenery can only be enjoyed by one person, but no matter how much prosperity you walk, you will still be alone in the end.
Over a thousand mountains, eventually return to ten thousand waters.
May you still have peace in your loneliness.