1. Verses about the failure of dreams
Verses about the failure of dreams 1. Verses about dreams
1. Life is like a dream, and a statue still shines in the moonlight. . ——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
Interpretation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay tribute to the eternal bright moon.
2. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring. ——Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty, "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
Translation: Last night I dreamed of flowers falling on the pond. Unfortunately, I couldn't go home after half the spring.
3. When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. ——Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Broken Array: Returning to Compose a Poetry for Chen Tongfu"
Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the year, and the horns sounded one after another. .
4. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Answer - "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
Translation: The wind is blowing and snowing outside, which wakes up the soldiers from their sleep and reminds them of their hometown. Missing me, there is no such voice in my hometown.
5. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "A Storm and Rain on November 4th"
Translation: The night was almost over, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding a horse. Armored horses crossed the frozen river.
2. A collection of poems about "dream"
1. After so many years of life and death, the soul never comes to dream - "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: It’s been a year since Yin and Yang separated, why have you never come to me in my dreams?
2. Hearing about the envoys of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the dream soul in the Jiuhua tent was frightened——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Taizhen heard that the envoys of the emperor had arrived, and from Awakened from dream.
3. Life is like a dream, a statue still shines in the moonlight of the river - "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Translation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay homage to this The eternal bright moon.
4. Last night, I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring - Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Dynasty, "Moonlight Night with Flowers on the Spring River"
Translation: Last night, I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. What's more, I still can't go home half way through spring.
5. When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and watched the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Broken Zhenzi, composed a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu to send it to"
Translation: In the drunken dream I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various fortresses of the past, and the horns sounded one after another.
Extended information
Dream also means dream. The ancients believed that there must always be a reason for dreams. Wang Fu once said, "Among the strange dreams, there are many that are rewarding and few that are ineffective." He believed that there is always a reason for dreams. The reasons for dreaming are known to be psychological and physiological, but even in these two aspects known to humans, humans still cannot explain the mechanism of dream formation.
The events and scenes formed in dreams come from people's existing cognition and memory, which include vision, hearing, touch, and feeling. All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory.
China is the first country to study dreams. More than 2,000 years before Freud, we had a monograph on dreams - "The Interpretation of Dreams by Duke Zhou". However, the interpretation of dreams in "Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams" is not from a scientific perspective.
Based on the social, scientific and technological conditions at that time, this book has considerable historical limitations in the interpretation of dreams. Among them, dreams are given the ability to analyze people's future misfortunes. However, based on today's scientific understanding of dreams, people have found that dreams cannot predict people's future misfortunes. This view first emerged from Freud's book "The Interpretation of Dreams".
When people dream, their physiological manifestations include rapid eye movements and sleep talking. It is widely recognized that dreams occur in the light sleep state of people's sleep.
Dreams are both real and illusory. Whether this is psychological or imaginary, people still cannot explain it.
Reference: Dream-Sogou Encyclopedia
3. What are the poems about "dream"?
The main poems about dreams are:
< p> DaydreamDu Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In February, I slept in a drowsy state, not sleeping alone for a short night and a short day.
The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you together in dreams.
The gate lane of my hometown is at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.
Ande is engaged in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.
Returning to Dreams
Du Fu of 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 Dreams by Li Bai
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 after expelling guests.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
I am afraid that it 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, 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 catch it.
The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.
I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.
Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship 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, the second year of Baoli
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
It is a joy to see the sudden release of Chenying, 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.
Reply to the Mountain Station Dream
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When I entered the king, I traveled thousands of miles in a dream, and I locked up my soul for two years.
Don’t forget the place where you used to sit and walk, in front of the bamboo bushes at the foot of the back hall.
Living in the Forbidden City, Dreaming about Xianyou Temple
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass in Xixuan 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 of the southwest dream, the dream is like a wandering fairy.
When I hear the sound of palace leakage, it is like the sound of water dripping from a mountain spring.
Meng Jiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don’t come to me, boss, to practice hard and become ashes.
My whole life’s memories are gone, why did I fall into a dream last night?
4. Poems about dreams
Li Bai's "Dream Wandering in Heaven and Saying Farewell"
Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is hard to find a letter. People are talking about Heavenly Mother, and the clouds and clouds are bright and dim or can be seen. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 18,000 feet high, so it tilts toward the southeast.
I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gongsuo is still here today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are crying. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can smell the chickens. Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, the hills collapsed, and the stone door of the cave suddenly opened in the middle. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luan returns to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp. Suddenly his soul palpitates and his soul moves, he suddenly gets startled and sighs for a long time. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng was able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which made me unhappy.
5. Poems about dreams
1. "Broken Array·Writing Poems for Chen Tongfu" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Reading the sword while drunk , Dreaming about the trumpet company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the past, and the horns sounded one after another. Roast beef was distributed among the men, and the band played Northern Xinjiang songs. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield. The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows were like thunder, deafening. (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great mission of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!
2. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: Two people have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I imagined that the moonlit graveyard with small pine trees growing there was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
3. "Two Poems on the Wind and Rain on November 4th. Part 2" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, not mourning for oneself, but still thinking about guarding the Luntai for the country.
At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Translation: I lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, and thinking about defending the country's borders.
At the end of the night, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding an armored horse across the frozen river to fight in the northern battlefield.
4. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
5. "Die Lian Hua·Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River" Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
Dreaming of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, never meeting anyone else. There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
If you try to exhaust this love letter, it will be like a wild goose and a sinking fish, and in the end there will be no evidence. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Translation: In my dream, I walked towards the misty Jiangnan Road. I traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but could not meet the parting sweetheart. In the dream, there is no place to express the sadness and ecstasy. After waking up, I feel melancholy, all because of the dream. I wanted to express my love for you and wrote to you, but in the end the letter failed to be sent. I have no choice but to slowly play the zither to express my emotions of separation. It is difficult to express my resentment even if the zither pillars are broken.
6. What are the poems about "dreams"
1. At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. ——"Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao" Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Explanation: I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream at night, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window.
2. After the dream, the balcony was locked and the curtains were drooped when drunk. ——"Linjiang Immortal·Dream Queen's Tower is Highly Locked" Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty
Interpretation: I dreamed that the balcony door was locked late at night, and the curtains hung heavily after I woke up from a hangover.
3. I have been dreaming of you for three nights, and I have seen your will in person. ——"Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems·Part 2" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: I see you in my dreams many times at night, which shows your deep affection for me.
4. When night comes, we travel hand in hand in dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can’t hold back the tears. ——"Meng Wei Zhi" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi
Interpretation: I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away.
5. I have a leisurely dream of the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the night boat is playing the flute and the rain is rustling. Renyu Yibian Bridge. ——"Dream of Jiangnan·Orchid Embers Falling" Huangfu Song in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: When I was free, I saw in my dream that Jiangnan was the time when Huangmei matured. The flute was playing on the boat at night, the drizzle was gently sounding, and someone was whispering beside the small bridge at the inn.
6. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever. ——"Dream of Two Poems by Li Bai·Part 1" Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know that I often remember you.
7. I dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. I traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else. ——"Die Lianhua·Dream of Jiangnan Road" Song Dynasty Yan Jidao
Interpretation: In the dream, I walked to the misty Jiangnan Road, traveled all over the Jiangnan land, and failed to meet the parting sweetheart.
8. Sleepwalking in an unknown place. ——"Wandering in the Palace at Night: A Dream Sent to Master Bohun" by Lu You in the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: I don't know where I came in the dream, but there is a custom here.
9. In the dream, I saw nothing like Danqing, and suddenly I was startled by the cry of mountain birds in the secret. ——"A Dream on Yuan Xi" by Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and it is not clear when looking at the portrait, and this kind of erotic dream often has no choice but to be realized Startled by the cry of mountain birds.
10. The souls and dreams of Guanshan are long, but the sounds of fish and geese are few. ——"Shengchazi·Guanshan Soul and Dreams" Song Dynasty Yan Jidao
Interpretation: The desolate desert of Guanshan often makes me dream about it, and it is difficult for relatives far away from home to send home letters.
7. Poems about "dreams"
Ouyang Fu's sentence It's been the year of Mengsong since I left home.
Liu Haoxu'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 dreams, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.
Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.
Xiong Jiao's poem: 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 said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.
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 Suoyan") 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 bright moon, and remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was 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 fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.
("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.
Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. You are walking up 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, looking out through the screen window at dawn.
In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Sixth Clear There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.
Recently, the sound has been lost, 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 solitary lamp is like a guest’s dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken 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 interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, and jade with broken bones is easy to sell.
If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply 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 will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu 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. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having too 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 Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.
We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.
The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met 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 each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.
It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, 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 hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. 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 suddenly seeing your appearance. 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 fields, 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 daisies look like horns, which 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 his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.
Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The grass is pure and clear, and the acacia has orchid.
Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate a small amount of merit, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.
You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem became a guest's dream.
I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave a gift to the monk who was off duty. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, 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 Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?
The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.
The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.
A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. 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 look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.
It is not too early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei 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 Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.
Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still 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 back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.
I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.
If the mountain is heavy, 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 side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.
I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not freedom.
Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. Dreaming of a cold locked river in the sky, the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.
Xiao Xiao is still here, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is full of traces, the day is vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is still there.
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 never been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, so how can I say I have been to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Fang back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.
Mountains on both sides of the bank face each other, and birds are chirping wildly in spring. The wine flags and willows are moving, and the monk's house is in line with the clouds.
This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost. Du Xunhe's gift to Master Linshang: Regardless of Zen and the law, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment.
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