Put their minds write essays, writing is lonely; through a muddy road, leaving the lonely; humming composing songs, singing is lonely; appreciate a good article, goods to the lonely; thinking a trivial matter, think of the lonely; Pick up bright the raindrops, or remain in the hearts of lonely.
Lonely like wine, need to realize that it is the inner product.
Lonely poem takes a sense of meaning in order to know how to find it.
Whether alcohol or loneliness is poetry, whether it is good or bad, loneliness is a kind of inspiration, a fantastic beauty.
Has been to occupy my lonely hearts that, with a common beat, but strange, and I can not feel it except the existence of, or because of sadness, or habits, the arrival of the lonely, no more strength to care.
Peace of mind of the sea, a moment's soft, a moment's haggard, lonely moment, a moment waves arc shadow smile.
But, I would like to bid farewell to loneliness, even though it is a beauty but I can not always be lonely, sleeping in, I will wake up, and only a matter of time. But I have not woke up, so I still lonely, because of this, I would like to bid farewell to loneliness.
French philosopher Pascal said: "People of all unhappy, all because he was not alone in the room."
I would like to bid farewell to loneliness, do not know ushered in the loneliness.
However, when you are a little older, you will learn to enjoy solitude, as you learn of the lonely.
Lonely, so you can hear more voices. And lonely, so you hear your heart. At that moment, means that you have already bid farewell to the lonely.
I feel: lonely, are slowly disappearing, a back, a memory, it is uncertain sparkling smile, floating in a layer of tears inside.
I feel: loneliness and isolation, separated by a long life, heart and heart, to go through the number of years, in order to bid farewell to usher in solitude without loneliness.
The night behind close up, loneliness toward Star, becoming one with no solution for the mystery of a cold tear point, hanging in the eternal face, hiding in the remnants of my dream.
What is loneliness ... ...
把心迹写成随笔，写下的是寂寞；走过泥泞的道路，留下的是寂寞；哼着自编的歌曲，唱出的是寂寞；欣赏一篇好文章，品到的是寂寞；思索一件小事，想到的是寂寞；捧起晶亮的雨滴，留在心中的还是寂寞。
寂寞似酒，需品才能察觉它的内在。
寂寞如诗，需感才能发现它懂得内涵。
不管寂寞是酒还是诗，不管它是好还是坏，寂寞是一种灵感，一种妙不可言的美。
一直以来，寂寞就占据我的心怀，凭着一种共同的节拍，但是奇怪，我惟独不能感觉到它的存在，或者由于悲哀，抑或是习惯，对寂寞的到来，再也没有力量去关怀。
心境平和的海面，片刻的柔和，片刻的憔悴，片刻的寂寞，片刻波光弧影的微笑。
但，我想告别寂寞，虽然它是一份美，但我不能永远都沉睡再寂寞中，我会醒来的，只是时间问题而已。可是我还没有醒来，所以我依旧寂寞，正因为如此，我想告别寂寞。
法国哲学家帕斯卡说过：“人的所有不快乐，都是因为他无法独自待在房间里。”
我想告别寂寞，却不知道迎来了孤独。
然而，当你年长一点，你会学懂去享受孤独，正如你学懂了寂寞。
寂寞，让你能够听到更多的声音。而孤独，让你听到自己的内心。那一刻，意味着你已经告别了寂寞。
我感觉到：寂寞正在慢慢消逝，成为往事，成为记忆，它闪耀不定的微笑，浮动在一层层的泪水里。
我感觉到：寂寞和孤独，隔着长长的一生，心和心，要经过多少岁月，才能告别寂寞而不迎来孤独。
夜色在身后合拢，寂寞走向星空，成为一个无解的谜，一颗冰凉的泪点，挂在永恒的脸上，躲在我残存的梦中。
寂寞是什么……