1, dream on.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave any other marks on me.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
In those days, Liu Lang had long complained that the mountain was far away; You go to more places than the mountains in Shashaling!
You say meeting is empty talk, and then you disappear; When I woke up, I heard the bright moonlight upstairs and the bell rang in the morning. Don't cry for the injury in your dream, both are hard to say; After waking up, the ink was not strong and I wrote a letter. The candle half shines on the bedding of Jinyu, hazy; Musk smoked through the hibiscus-like gauze curtain, soft and gentle. At that time, Liu Lang had long held a grudge against the distant Pengshan. Where you go, it's thousands of miles away than Pengshan!
3. Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County.
Yuan Dynasty: Tang Palace.
The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair.
Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.
The autumn wind blows hard, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. When I was drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying by the Tianhe River.
Jiang remembers the dream he had on the 20th of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.