Poems about dreams:

Ouyang Fu's poem It's been the year of dream pine since I left home.

Liu Yanxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, lingering around my hometown.

Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.

Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects makes you wake up at dawn.

Duan Chengshi's sentence: I think about the nectar in my dream, and I cherish the lamp in my words.

Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes dream, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.

Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao and writes absolutely nothing, and the wind in Orange Island brings out the fragrance of dreams.

Xiong Jiao's sentence: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring.

Meng Bin's sentence "The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not realize it."

Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams.

Li Pin's Sentence Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime. ("Bei Meng Suo Yan")

Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

Li Jingrang’s sentence: One hundred thousand households in Chengdu are like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan")

Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng." (See "Chronicle" below).

Lu Zhao’s poem: You dream of the moonlight, and you recall the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicle").

Han Xie's Three Recollections When I recall my sleep, I am sleepy in spring dreams. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.

Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the falling flowers and spring dreams are tired of the world's toil. ("Yi Monk")

Wu Bin's sentence Before leaving the Yuanlu guest, Menghun came to the Partridge Village first. ("Ci Jie Mu")

Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army Hu Feng was startled from thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage coming out.

Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. You are walking on the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir. Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty.

Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn. In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning.

*** Miscellaneous Songs·Liu Che There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long.

*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn. The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness.

*** Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · Dayu Yue (Shang Tune) It is hard to shed tears, but jade is easy to sell. The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away.

Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened. After reading the dream in the dream, he came to the restaurant.

Zhang Wenshou's Dayu Le It's hard to shed all the tears, but it's easy to sell the broken jade. If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away.

Song Dynasty Questions and Answers to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late. When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain.

Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky. He also returned the egret feathers and rejoined the group of partridges.

Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering the Dogwood Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain. I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream.

Two Poems of Boudoir's Complaint by Shen Ruyun It's hard to send all the books, and I worry about many dreams. I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.

Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Sichuan after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Every time I think about hearing the pure words, I face the Zen bed on a rainy night. We haven't seen each other again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured. The dream revolves around the long pine tower, burning a stick of incense in the distance.

Xu Bin’s Night Mooring in Jingshan and Meeting Relatives and Friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period. There is no limit to what we mean when we meet, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair. The pursuit of fame is easy to come late, and there is no time to go.

Xu Bin, a friend of Huainan, Hannan. I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this? I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and I hated the bells of Xianghan and Han Dynasty. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn. Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for seeing your appearance suddenly.

Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level. No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the field, springs and chalcedony flow. I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world.

Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisy-like daisies should hurt the spring of the motherland. The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu. I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years.

Cui Tu is pregnant with the Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in my hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering. If you want to live half your life, how difficult is it to live in one life?

The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids. In the spring of the second year, I looked back with regret, not like I was in Chang'an.

Cui Tu Qiuxi and friends gather together. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty. You should be as young as me if you are eccentric, and I am happy to be with you. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream. I even heard that the cranes were in the air, and the clear dew was dripping from the green pines.

Cui Tu gave a gift of food to the monk who was off duty. Hearing the bell but not fasting, why should he be more concerned about it. There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road. To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs.

Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Dumen returned to his hometown in the morning and evening to find a way out of his career? The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually become familiar with the worldly affairs, and recall the spring of my hometown. In the south, where the water and wind are warm, white apples should grow.

Cui Tu stayed in the mountain house at the top of Lushan Mountain. One step out of the forest, thousands of peaks can be seen one after another. A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period is also a difficult one. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold. I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I dream of Chang'an.

Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors at night, it's time to go out again. It's not too early for Bai to happen, but it's too late for Qingyun to go. Mengwei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi. In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it.

Han Xie left home on a long night in early August, the first journey across a thousand mountains. Beauty is only a dream, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and being shy is a false name.

Han Xie wants to go, Fen Yun talks through the window, and we meet again when we were young. We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious. The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli home to the east. The Purple Palace has been favored for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen. I know that the glory is just a dream, but I am willing to be ecstatic when I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold. If Jishan comes again, it should be old and cloudy.

Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering. The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive. The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence.

Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight. They must live together when they live together, and they must fly together wherever they fly. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light. I have long been acquainted with beautiful girls, and dreamed of people returning from far away at night.

Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free. Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves. Xiao Xiao has not finished yet, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is blurry and the day is vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is dark. There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams. I have always been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, so who can say I have come to Yuyang?

Du Xunhe sent Chen Fang back to Machuan. The clear bottom of Machuan seemed to be entering Wuling River. Mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are chirping in spring. The wine flags and willows move, the monk's house aligns with the clouds. This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost.

Given to Linshang Ren by Du Xunhe. Regardless of Zen and the law, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment. The solution to emptiness is without self-existence, and what you get is speechless. The eyes are wide open and dreams are floating around, and the heart is clear about the source of the great truth. Nowadays, those who come to learn from the teacher are mostly locked in the teachings.

Du Xunhe sent it to Gu Yun, so as not to say goodbye the year before last, he stayed at the Pingzhou Hotel. Chaos and uncertainty make it difficult to trust each other. Although the soldiers of the Hou Kingdom have gathered, my hometown is empty. Autumn comes to recall your dreams, and I chase your heroes every night.

Du Xunhe went to Changsha at the end of winter to serve as Minister Pei. He wanted to reveal what happened, but it was hard to explain. As soon as the family and mountains are separated, the grass and trees bloom in spring. The wind blows in dreams and the horns of the sky are blown, and the snow-mountain ape cries of sorrow. I am so full of thoughts that I am so far away from home.

Du Xunhe is about to visit Xianghu Lake and make a fortune. The family has to say goodbye and has to sigh. I was a visitor from far south and boarded a water boat for the first time. Yue Zhongsi's cold dream, the remaining chapter of Xiangyue Shao. Then there was a plan to return, and the storm also happened the next year.

Du Xunhe's Thoughts on Autumn Morning When the leaves fall, the traveler is startled by his first dream. Zhongcai was done on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long. And make an appointment with justice, and return to the plow before you can bear it.

Zheng Zhun sent a message to the people on the border. It won’t be long before you come back, and it will be dark and bright again. The film's heart is filled with divination, and the remaining dreams are frightened when crossing the bridge. The holy lake is like a bait, and the troops will stop on the battlefield. The cool breeze should be for me, sending the sound of anvils one by one.

Wei Zhuang Worry Avoiding sorrow and sorrow comes again, and the sorrow is unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost. Not through the prince's dream, but into the heart of a traveler. I'd like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness?

Wei Zhuang treats wine as a gift to his friends. Even though he is sick, he still has many feelings. The king's heart is self-centered. All life is a dream, and sighing is not as good as chanting. The white snow is beautiful, and the clear fragrance is deep. The boss of chaos and separation, don't touch your lap when you are drunk.

Wei Zhuang's Spring Sorrow. It hurts me to think about it, but I hate it even more when it comes to spring. The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall over the plum blossoms. Sleeping timidly combined with dreams, leisurely drinking wine. There are no people in the back garden, and the moon is slanting above the pines.

Wang Zhenbai's Two Songs of Nagato's Resentment The lonely spring in the Forbidden City, the remaining lanterns at dawn. I have never been a concubine, but I have occasionally failed in your favor.

Falling flowers hurt the face and temples, and the oriole's cry frightens the dreaming soul. If Cuihua can be treated, Lao Changmen should be spared.

Wang Zhenbai is thoughtful (a work of Sauvignon Blanc). When the hibiscus comes out of the water, it occasionally separates. Since then, I have no reason to see, and I have always been taught and thought about. I can't sleep in the waning spring. Who do you want to pass on your fragrant letter to? Under the lonely autumn hall, I chant a small thank you poem in the air.

Bai Juyi On a moonlit night in early winter, I received a letter and several poems written by Huangfu Zezhou. Due to the occasional long sentence in the dispatched newspaper, there were two or three chapters of clear jade rhyme, and seven or eight lines of fallen foil silver hooks. My heart is chasing newspapers and books hanging at the feet of wild geese, and my dream is looking for a way around the sheep's intestines. There is a bright moon in the sky south of the water, but it is cold enough in the north of the mountain to get frost early. What I hate the most is the newly brewed wine. I won’t be able to taste it in the winter.

Bai Juyi lived leisurely in Luoxia and sent his name to Linghu Xianggong in the south of the mountain. Ji Kang is lazy and quiet without training, and even poorer without gold. The remaining branches of the branch are still living, and they refuse to return to China. But Xiangjun has not forgotten it, and he always misses the Han River and dreams of Bashan Mountain.

Bai Juyi created four elegy poems for the Daxing Emperor, which were composed under the imperial edict and evolved into the same track to express purity and peace, and to express gratitude for the sage and enlightenment. Although the emperor and Jiu Ling have auspicious dreams, the mountain's cry of long live is empty. The moon is low and the ceremonial guard is on Cilan Road, and the wind brings the bamboo flute into Baicheng. The old and sick dragons and beards can't catch up, and it hurts the most to retire from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Bai Juyi's Meng Wei Zhi When night comes, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears. The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass and trees in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another, but Ye Tai was confused as to whether he knew.

Bai Juyi and Yang Liushang frequently sent new poems, many of which expressed the desire to get along with each other in leisure... In return, the emperor was not old enough to hang the chariot, and before he could get together, he would drive me away from him. If you are in good health, you should have a gold seal and a ribbon, and if you are in a high position, you will be called a white mustache. If we talk about the origin of earthly things, we can only ask if the mind is at ease. Advances and retreats are all just a dream, and so are the towers in the hills.

Bai Juyi wrote poems in lieu of letters, and sent them as a reward to the Master Chao. The poetry in the letters is not accidental, and the dream of bitter clouds is in Linquan. I wish to be the lover of mist in the Valley of Foolishness, and to have a connection with Buddhism and the incense. Every time I feel ashamed of my love for the ministers, I pity myself for the illness of lay people. I don’t know if I’m happy with my stay, but I went to my old school in 1967.

Cui Xuanliang and Bai Letian (who was the guest of the prince at the time) returned to Luoyang after their illness and saw Bai Hou with open eyes. Fengzhao is afraid that you will leave this year, and Longmen owes me an old trip. Several people sang together under the bottles, and paid tribute in front of several lamps. Relatively recalling Liu Liu in the distance, I dreamed of Changzhou in the cold night.

Mou Rong traveled to Hangzhou and wrote a poem to send it to me. It is autumn for a while, but I heard that you are traveling far away alone. The wind and smoke in the Zhejiang River remind people of the past, and the figures in Chuxiang ascend to the building. The book is cold and the geese are shadowed by the clouds, and the dream is full of sadness under the ape moon. Thinking of my old friend and working hard for a long time, it is better to go to Cangzhou where he lives.

Mourong Seeing Off Guests in Hangzhou The west wind blows coldly through the mink fur, and the traveler is in a hurry and does not stay for a while. The sails take the sunset to Yuepu, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hangzhou. Listening to the clear wind will frighten the dream of hometown. Don't worry when you hear the song under the lamp. I am thinking of the prosperous land in Hangzhou, so I would like to talk to you about it.

Mou Rong's two poems: "What's the matter? I'm dreaming of leaving my arms, living in poverty and loneliness with no neighbors." It is difficult for poetry to form a rhythm because of its perilous rhyme, and because of too much alcohol and worry, one does not care about one's health. In the eyes of old friends, we are surprised to see each other farewell, and our glorious hair is getting newer every time. After ten years of wandering, I felt a sense of despair.

Mou Rong, Shao Gongmu, scratched her head and was surprised to hear some songs of Chu. She brushed off her clothes and went back with tears hanging down the river. When I am tired, I often think about the three springs and hate them. I think about raising them like an inch of grass. The dream of Zhejiang River is thousands of miles away, and Sutai is worried about the white clouds. Sadness is unique to Huangtangke, who sings the wind and chants Polygonum several times.

Mou Rong's work from a guest. A nostalgic trip to the clouds and mountains thousands of miles away, on a cold rainy night under a cold window. The flowers and bamboos in the floating pavilion are full of tired dreams, and the wind and smoke on the other road are half sad. The fragrant grass is surrounded by people and I drink wine in the air. I climb the stairs tired from many years of illness. A cup of wine is drunk in front of the bottle. Don't let the lovesickness make you grow old.

Two Freehand Poems by Mou Rong The lonely and desolate hall has a closed door, and there are few traces of clogs on the moss path. The white hair and wild dust are broken, and the green felt is so quiet that the guest's heart is still there. There are three pianos in the mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine in the bright moon. After getting drunk, I lie down under the forest with my legs bent. I don’t need to talk about honor or disgrace in this life.

Mou Rong Farewell to Chen Heng The mist on the Autumn River is clear in the evening, and the people leaving on the river are rushing to sail away. A thousand miles away, an official goes alone, and in ten years his temples are covered with three frosts. The music of Yunmi Tower is far away from my relatives and friends, and the dream leads to a long road for tourists. There is no need to be sad and desolate in the face of wind. Since ancient times, a man with a white head has been considered a gentleman.

Cai Jing's Ode to Zigui: Thousands of years of grievance turned into birds, forever chasing the sad wind and calling the distant forest. I am worried that the flowers will die when the flowers are dripping with blood. The moon is shining coldly in the waves. Tears condensed into purple plugs in front of the wind, shocking the heart of Dream of Red Mansions. I can't return to Chu Ci with a broken heart. The sword gate is far away and the Shu River is deep.

Li Shen recalled being left drunk by Niu Xiang in the state. There was no other guest at the time. Niu Gong came out at night with pearls and several people. The corners of Yancheng were drawn three times and closed, and the banquet was held in golden bottles all night long. Silver candles sit in the corner and listen to the midnight sound, and the spring breeze blows from the banquet of precious zithers. Drinking wine conquers the old and makes you feel ashamed, and the song changes to new words and brings a feeling to the palace. As soon as the clouds and rain dispersed over Huaihai, they were all lost in the dream soul.

Li Shen's Twenty New Building Poems·Wanghai Pavilion (on the top of Wolong Mountain, the highest point in Yuezhong) The black rabbit lacks the horizon, and the crane's back and pine tops brush against the low threshold. Sit in the corner of the lake mirror and look at the box full, and see the clouds where the waves are rising. Xilan Ming is extinguished, the river is small, the smoke and trees are vast, and the guests are lost. The feeling of desolation is just a dream, and the grass is luxuriant in the sky.

Li Shen’s Twenty Xinlou Poems·Water Temple The place where Yanboye Temple passes by is in the vast dream of the Water Country. The clouds are scattered among the rivers and the moon is far apart, and the sun is clearing the sea and the sea. Sit and watch the fish and birds float in the distance, and quietly see the same people up and down the balcony. Hearing that Daohua City is a convenient metaphor, one should only go to the Dragon Palace from here.

Li Shen Jianxuan Shadow Hall The incense lamp is lonely in the dust of the net, and the troubled body, beard and color are empty. The dragon's bowl has been emptied and no rain can fall, but there is still a sad wind in the tiger's bed. The floating bubbles on the centering pool are gone, and the beckoning rock is a dreamy passage. Late at night, when the moon is bright and the pine nuts are setting, I seem to be listening to the Dharma and serving the Lord.

Bao Rong's Nostalgia for the Ancients in Wushan The twelve peaks and mountains are dotted with greenery, and the stone fireworks and mist envelop the scenery. The young Chu girl is jealous of Yun Lao, and the gods and men fall asleep during the day. The silver arrows sing in the dark and the candles sing at night, and the pearls and springs dance frequently on the clothes. Who hurt Song Yu? Thousands of years later, the green mountains are left to distinguish right from wrong.

Bao Rong climbed up with friends on the 9th. The clouds and trees were sparse and the river was full of yellow in autumn. There was a statue of dogwood in front of me in the wind. I have been a guest several times on festive occasions, and I have never seen anyone who is still young. The frost reports that the clothes are cold and the needle points, and the wild geese are frightened and dream about the beauty of the moon. In ancient times, drunkenness and joy were rare, and the poor were left to pay to heaven.

Bao Rong sent Zhang Shiqi to Li Renxing, a scholar. On this wonderful day in August last year, four or five people were leisurely on the pond. After walking for a long time, the shadow of the moon is filled with sorrow and dreams, and I mistakenly enter the Huaguang and recognize the spring with a smile. One day, I went up to Yun Pavilion with the cool breeze, and another time, I looked forward to the autumn rain passing through Longjin. On this day of this year, why can't we see that the depression in Penghu is harmful to the body?

Wang Chu sent Ye Xiucai off with a fast horse and a jade-carved harness, and the river beam turned back to collect clothes. A dragon rises near the layer of ice in spring, and a crane flies alone in the clouds over Jiuzhe. When I think about Beishan, my dreams are gone. I revisit Xiluo and there are few old friends. The dog prisoner in the Han court knew himself well, and one day he returned home carrying a crossbow.

Wang Chu sent Wang Xiucai to pay a visit to Wu Dudu of Chizhou. He went to Chiyang to jump on the eagle saddle, and there was a long pavilion with hundreds of dry grasses for ten miles. The robes of clothes are blocked by the wind and the gold carvings are fine, and the sword light shines across the snow and jade dragons in the cold. The soul of the village on the other side of the sunny suburb is broken, and the dawn tree cries and the hacker's dream is broken. The host of Nanguan Xinglang, wave your whip and stop asking for directions.

Wang Chu Zihe Shuqiu Longshou flew sideways to avoid Yihong, and the clouds were decaying and the sky was empty. The Han Palace is covered with double-stemmed dew at night, and the cool air creates six scenes of wind. The girl from Hunan can't help complaining and being sad, and Junxiang from E is trapped in a dream. The two oars on the river bank are singing songs, and the fish and lotus leaves are scattered in the east.

Yin Yao Fan Cold Night The clouds are cold and the river is empty. At the end of the year, the shadows of the plum blossoms and the moon are uneven in the shadows of the bamboos. It's early in the morning when the chicken reminds me of dreams, but it's too late to tell the time in the cold city. Human affairs are in turmoil, and Heaven's heart moves silently. Who can cleanse away the poor and remnant weather, and look forward to the east wind with joy?

Yin Yao Fan’s Two Songs on the Phoenix Terrace Looking at Chang’an from the Phoenix Terrace, the five-color palace robes shine on the cold water. The colored pens will remain ink for ten years, and the Milky Way will lie dry overnight. Birds fly over the mountains, rivers and the sky are at dusk, and the grass and trees in the palace of the Sixth Dynasty are withered. I believe that life is like a dream, and you should never let your wine glass run dry if you have a strong heart.

Yin Yao Fan’s Winter Solstice Reward Liu Shijun The winter solstice returns to this day in a foreign land, and I return to my home mountain and fall into a distant dream. Gradually, I am happy that the sun is coming back from the earth, but my pity is disappearing like ice. The plum blossoms contain dew and pistils know how to welcome the wax, and the willows and the palace robes are fluttering to remember the coming of the dynasty. How many old friends hosted banquets and listened to the flute and Shao music in the pile of five clouds.

The Yin Yao vassal sent Liu Yuxi as his servant to assassinate Lianzhou. He traveled all the way to Wuyang City and returned to Xingxing to relax his feelings as a guest. Home is like forgetting that the mountain roads are dangerous, and the land is sweet but the miasma is light. The plum blossoms enter the Luofu dream, and the red lychees spread across the vast ocean. This time, knowledge will be paid for hidden interests, and Ishida Chunyu will study and cultivate.

The palace servants of Yin Yao Fan entered the palace, took off their palace makeup and embroidered clothes, and wore yellow crowns and plain clothes. The name of the tin is closely followed by the king's decree, and the new gauze is worn by the old master. During the day, I mercilessly rush to the Jade Majesty, and at night, I dream of walking in the Yaochi. The green maidservant said goodbye with sadness, letting go of her former jealousy and pampering. Liu Changqing Yueyang Tower It was already late when we reached the clear stream, and the clouds and shadows of the mountains were rugged. The returning guests in front of the building complained about the autumn dream, and the beauty on the lake doubted the night song. Sitting alone at a high place, the wind is blowing, the flat lake is dim and the moon is bright. In the end, a boat was loaded with woodcutter, and the sails were filled with white waves.

Meng Haoran is pregnant on New Year's Eve. The five o'clock clock leaks and urges each other, and the four qi move back and forth. Only the remaining lamps in the tent were extinguished, and the aroma in the furnace was reduced to ashes. Gradually, I looked at the hibiscus pillow in spring, and suddenly I felt cold and sold the bamboo leaf cup. Every family should not be lying down when they stay up late, and they will be dreaming of lovesickness.

Li Bai presented it to General Guo. The general showed his martial prowess as a young man and entered the silver platform to protect Ziwei. In the morning, he flies to the sky with his sword, and in the evening, he returns drunk with his whip. The beloved son plays the jade flute in the wind, and the beauty dances in her robes to the moon. The heroes of the past are like in a dream, meeting each other and wanting to be drunk by the light of spring.

Cen Shen sent Li Sima off to Fufeng Villa in the late spring at Dongting Pavilion in Guozhou. The delicate flowers of the orioles returned to the Yin Dynasty, and the red pavilion and green wine were sent back to you. Arrive at Hangu in the middle of the month, and return to Mengli Mountain in Fengxi. The spring scenery in front of the curtain should be cherished. It is good to be idle in the world. Looking west to the countryside, my heart is about to break, and my sleeves are stained with tears.

Li Jiayou's "Autumn Thoughts on the Rivers and Lakes" tend to accompany the forbidden wild geese, moving to the rivers and lakes with cranes hanging down. Su Lang is far away from the eight streams, and the clear maple suddenly looks like a thousand-year-old branch. The spring in Songnan is full of soul-breaking dreams, and the clouds at the mouth of the pot are deep across the road. *** I hope that the Han Dynasty will be prosperous, and sooner or later flies will get a prophet.

Bao He and Yan Bojun stayed at the Taoist temple and it was said that the beauties from the southern country will never come back, and the talented people from Luoyang need matchmakers. The qiqin is played in the white snow without any intention, and the cool breeze in Luoping comes to dawn. Slowly repairing the bamboo curtains according to the house, and walking far away on the Yinglou terrace. Even if I fly to the moon and become an immortal, I can even dream of walking on clouds.

Bao He and Cheng Yuan went out to the eastern suburbs on a spring day. Lang Guanxiu took pity on Chiri, and the wild old man had fun for many years. In several places, flowers were folded to scare butterflies, and in several houses, leaves were left waiting for silkworms to sleep. The hanging vines linger on the ground, and the springs burst into the steps and soak in green money. Until I go into seclusion to pay my respects, the orioles' singing will not be dispersed, and the willows will be filled with smoke.

Gao Shi Farewell Last night, I was depressed because of my separation, and the wind was high at midnight. The fireflies are flying and the trees are falling. At this time, I dream of the guests returning from the west. The dawn bell rings three or four times, and the neighing horses in the east are startling. We took the clothes and left the house and saw each other off, only to see the returning clouds rising and falling.

Du Fu's five poems about ancient monuments. Shake off and know Song Yu's sadness, elegance and elegance are also my teachers. I shed tears when I look forward to the eternity, and depression is different from generation to generation. The old house in Jiangshan is empty and empty, and the clouds and rain are desolate. How can I dream of it? In the end, all the Chu palaces were destroyed, and the boatman’s advice is still doubtful.

Du Fu's Daydream In February, Rao fell into a drowsy state. He did not sleep alone at night and in short days. The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you dreams together. The alleys of my hometown are at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers. When An De is engaged in farming and fighting, there are no officials in the world asking for money.

Qian Qi’s long letter of resentment. The long letter of fireflies comes to an autumn leaf, and the tears from the moth’s eyebrows fill the nine layers of darkness. The moon is bright in front of the Magpie Temple, and the Jiang River is under the Furong Tower. It's hard to dream about mandarin duck quilts after a long separation, and even more sad when hearing the phoenix tube in the distance. Who knows how to sing and dance in Zhaoyang night? The king's jade chariot is staying in the flood.

Qian Qi sent the bell to comment on the matter and Ying Hongci returned to the East. Returning at a young age, he sighed and looked back to the east of Baling. The eyebrows do not enter the mirror of Qin Dynasty, and the flying feathers still shock the style of Song Dynasty. The world is melodious in the spring dream, and the time is lonely in the sorrow of travel. I advise you to stay away from the banquet and wine for a while, as the good times will never be the same again after thousands of miles.

Qian Qi passed by Zhang Chengshi’s palace. The Prime Minister’s curtain mentioned Fengren, and the article was filled with thoughts about each other. Who is called Zhongxuanle when he joins the army? Only when he enters the house does he realize that Yan Zi is impoverished. The fragrance of purple tea in the cup replaces the wine, while the green water in the piano remains as a guest. If you want to know the meaning of missing each other after farewell, I only wish Qiongzhi fell into my dream.

Qian Qi sent it to the twelfth king of Yongjia. The scenery of Yongjia enters the New Year, and the poems of talented people must be pitiful. In the dream, I returned home without seeing each other. Who passed on the memory of Dai Fu at the end of the world? The flowers pour down at dawn and the dew hangs like tears, and the orioles fly and the gossamer breaks like a string. I wish that the wind would blow the sea geese, and they would fly to your side for a night.

Qianqi Qipanling blocked the bandits and heard that Li Duangong arrived in Nanchu first. At dusk, I was full of tears on the road, and I looked at the birds in the south of the sky. Ruan Chang is dark and separated from Gu Hong, and the river is far away, so there is no deep hatred. If the bright moon can recall dreams, why should the green mountains separate us from the same thoughts? Qin Chu saw that the country was in ruins, and felt longing for it.

Qian Qi cried for Xin Ji. The flowing water said goodbye to the mountain flowers and branches, and they will never return when the wind blows away. Last night, my old friend stayed at the spring. Today, my white hair is hanging in the mirror. The sound emblem is silent and becomes a dream in the sky, and Fan Chaochao is nowhere to be seen. The rest of my life is still here, it should not be a tragedy.

Yuanjie Jujing The orange well has a spring without roots, and the world is like a dream for thousands of years. The returning crane is nowhere to be seen in the countryside. Which immortal is the surname now? The wind is cool, the dew altar is quiet, the people are quiet, the land is idle and the paths are full of grass. How to sneak up on Mr. Su's traces? In the daytime, neon banners fill the sky.

Zhang Ji Zhongjing Baqiu In the past, Gao met Li Yinghuan, and the sun was shining like a fairy boat intoxicated by the blue waves. The poems fall randomly with the green grass, and the wine and intestines are scattered across the width of the cave. The gathering and dispersing clouds in life are similar, and the past is like a faint dream. Today, when I went down to Pianfan City, I looked back at the autumn wind with tears streaming down my face.

Han Hong saw off the guests, returned to Xiangyang and returned to Xunyang. He drove his horse south to understand the expectations, and looked eastward at the small boat to dream. The spring scenery is early in front of Flatiron Mountain, and the smoke is dusk at the top of Xianglu Peak. Kong Lin wanted to visit layman Pang, and Master Huaiyuan was in attendance at the ancient temple. The origins of the two places are worthy of interest, and the three sages will leave poems in the future.

Han Hong gave it to Wang Sui. The blue clouds have arrived at night and are far away. The newlyweds in Zhu Di are happy and happy. After drinking, I felt even more pity for the double-sleeved dance, and I came to prefer Wu Hua Jiao. The fragrance of the stove in the tent is filled with spring dreams and dawn, and the shadow of candles in front of the hall is changing early in the morning. It is also said that the rain has stopped in the stadium, and Wang and Sun will be invited today.

Lang Shiyuan sent Li Ao to the Hunan Secretary. Lian Juncai was the same as the Ruan family, and the secretary was able to Zi Ya Xiangxiong. When you enter Chu, don't forget to see the weeping bamboo. When you park your boat, you should love the river maple. I sincerely know that guests dream of being in the smoke, and I am willing to hate the apes singing in the night rain. There is no letter from Hengxiang, and wild geese pass through Badong every autumn.

Yan Wu Baling responded to Du Erjian's memory. When I was lying towards Bashan and the moon was setting, the two villages missed each other in a dream for thousands of miles. But the infantrymen prefer wine, and they also know that Guanglu is the best at poetry. The red leaves and maples at the head of the river are worried about visitors, and who are the yellow flowers and chrysanthemums outside the fence facing? Riding a horse to look at you is not a moment, a cold ape and a wild goose are extremely sad.

Geng Mao's guest house in Qiyang was presented to Zhangming's Mansion. His wife and young son were at ease in the ravine, and the way home was far away in the east. My heart is quiet under the cool leaves, and the rain is falling in my dream. Star frost gradually invades China and grows in the holy dynasty. I only know where I am now, so there is nothing to do in the mountains. I am a fisherman and a woodcutter.

Geng Ma, Feng and Li observed that they were climbing up the white tower in the middle of the river. Birds were flying on the tall buildings in the city, and Cong Gong climbed up the stairs. The Yellow River flows to the sky, and the sun sets gently in the west of the sea. The nine-fold jade tree grows in dreams, and the cloud road is as blurry as one looks at it. He Xingeng and Yang Chun played, and the situation returned to autumn and heard about the war.

Geng Mao promised to send a letter to Zhang and Han Ersheren. The old man in the city who was banished as an eunuch is even sadder. Recently, he has been dreaming of Danchi frequently at night. The silver cup suddenly extinguishes the fire in the heart, but the golden tweezers only have hair on the temples. When you go around the courtyard and hear the wild geese on the green moss, the courtyard is filled with yellow leaves when the door is closed. The old friend walks high on the Yun Road, willing to think that the future is far away.

Rong Yu gave it to Dr. Cen. When he was not reading books in his childhood, he recited several poems by Dr. Cen. The smoke and dust in the four seas are still vast, and the dreams of ten years follow each other. Although I am covered with clouds and mist to meet the disease, I already hate that the wind is too late to worship virtue. There is no one in the world who appreciates poems. If you don’t look for poets, who will you look for again?

Rong Yu, who was relegated to Chenzhou, was pregnant on the winter solstice. Last year, he grew up in Chang'an, and his staff had a hairpin and a Xiezhi crown. At this year's solstice in Chang'an, I think of the snow, frost and cold when I go downstairs. The dream followed Wu Chaotian, leaving him in poverty and desolation to report the national calamity. Looking north to the southern suburbs, there is no news, and there is only a stream of tears at the head of the river.

Dou Chang was sent to Chenzhou House Envoy Jun Langzhong. The civilization of the Han Dynasty is now flourishing, and Jia Fu is still in charge of the city temporarily. Why not write a secret edict first with bamboo, instead of getting rid of the wrong name in the book? When the snail house is happy, spring dreams are gone, and the falcon is walking in the miasma of the clear river. The New Year is only thirty-two, but Pan Langbai is laughing.

Dou Chang said after the beginning of spring that he would like to invite Li Kuang of Bianzhou to push him. He played songs on the spit pot at night and tried to see how far away the Yimen were. Every time I hear Hanjia leave my dream, I get a glimpse of the clear journey and feel a lot of sorrow. I was startled at first, but I felt the spring breeze blowing gently. The old friend in the world is the oldest, and the flowers are blooming and the whip horses are passing each other.

Dai Shulun's Palace Ci: The Forbidden City is far away and the palace is leaking, and the night is silent and full of emotion. The spring breeze casts a sad shadow in the mirror, and the bright moon makes the sound of a sheep carriage in my dream. The dust is dark, the jade steps are broken, the fragrance is floating in the golden house, and the seal smoke is clear. When Zhenxin is jealous, there is no need to ask Ma Qing when buying a gift.

Day Dream

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In February, Rao sleeps in a drowsy state, not sleeping alone in the short day and night.

The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you together in dreams.

The gate lanes of my hometown are at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.

Ande is working in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.

Returning to Dreams

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The roads are often blocked, and the mountains and rivers are lonely every day.

The only one who has lived an ignoble life is old, and he has been rebelling for three dynasties.

The rain is heavy, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the water is far away.

If you don’t get your dream return, you don’t need Chu Ci’s moves.

Two Poems by Li Bai in Dreams

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.

In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news about the guests.

Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.

I am afraid that this is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable.

When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black.

You are now trapped in a snare, so why do you have wings?

The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.

The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can reach it.

The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.

I have been dreaming of you for three nights, and I have seen you personally.

It is often awkward to return home, and the journey is hard to come by.

There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.

If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.

The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.

The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.

Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.

Written after a night dream on August 30th in the second year of Baoli

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

It is a joy to see Chenying suddenly unraveling, and the return of the world network is unknown.

Don’t forget the dream in the Quanwu Pavilion, while walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.

Answer to the Dream of Mountain Station

Tang Bai Juyi

I have traveled thousands of miles in a dream, and I have been locked up in my ghostly desire for two years.

Don’t forget the place where you sit and walk all your life, in front of the bamboo bushes under the steps of the back hall.

Living in the Forbidden City, Dreaming about Xianyou Temple

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Xixuan grass is free from edicts, and the pines and bamboos are deep and silent.

When the moon comes out and the breeze comes, it suddenly looks like a sunset in the mountains.

Because it is a southwest dream, I dream of being a wandering fairy.

The sound of leaking from the palace is like the sound of water dripping from a mountain spring.

Mengjiu

Tang Bai Juyi

Don’t come to me, the boss, to practice hard and become ashes.

My whole life’s memories are gone, why did I fall into a dream last night?

Famous quotes about dreams:

——Do you sometimes find that you are no longer yourself in the photo, and the people and things around you are no longer the same? look. Maybe, after waking up from the dream, everything has changed.

It’s like a dream. Or, it was indeed just a dream.

I used to be young and crazy, I used to be magnificent, I used to be unscrupulous, I used to be domineering, but in the end, at a certain dusk in a certain month of a certain year, I suddenly discovered that it was just a dream.

Looking back suddenly, we don’t want to think about how much bitterness and helplessness was hidden in that dream. Because when we wake up from the dream, all we are left with is a faint smile.

Famous quotes about dreams:

The Guyanese Indians believe that people in dreams are souls that temporarily leave the body.

The ancient Indians believed that there is no essential difference between dreams and the real world.

Dreams are an important part of learning - Harvard University psychology professor John Stego

Dreams are the thoughts of the soul and our secret true feelings - Truman Capote

Dreams are the opposite of reality - Weigli

Myths are everyone's dreams, and dreams are private myths - Campbell

People gain enlightenment when they learn , but inspired while sleeping - Ancient Roman Cyprian Collection

Myths and dreams are written in the same symbolic language - Fromm

Nightmares are likely It is a harbinger of disease - Aristotle once predicted

Freud: Dreams are not a physical phenomenon, but a psychological phenomenon. Dreams are a kind of wish fulfillment, which can be regarded as a continuation of mental activities in a waking state. Dreams are not groundless, meaningless, absurd, nor are they the product of a part of consciousness being lethargic and only a small part of it waking up from sleep. It is a completely meaningful spiritual phenomenon.

Jung: Dreams are unobstructed, we just don’t understand their language. What dreams show us is the unmodified natural truth. Dreams are the spontaneous and undistorted product of the unconscious mind. Dreams are enlightenment and are the subconscious mind's efforts to make the entire mind more harmonious and reasonable. Most crises have a long incubation period that is not consciously noticed. Dreams can reveal this secret.

Idioms about dreams:

Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies; Huangliang sweet dreams; Chu dream of clouds and rain (the dream of the king of Chu, the love of clouds and rain); a dream in the Red Chamber; an idiot talks about dreams; good dreams are hard to come true.