1. Poems about dreams
When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will go with the same events.
The dream is a dream, and the dream is a dream.
Tired of heart and mind, unable to sleep, I close my eyes and dream of holding a wine cup.
The five flavors of life are good and bad, and the eyes are full of emotions when you wake up, squint, and be drunk.
The clouds are blowing at dusk, and the crickets sing sadly at night.
The cool breeze is blowing hard, and the wanderer is cold and has no clothes.
The brocade quilt was left in Luopu, but my fellow robes are against my will.
I spent long nights alone, dreaming of seeing Rong Hui.
A good man only enjoys the past, but it is in vain to be slow and generous.
I wish to smile often and return home hand in hand in the same car.
It doesn’t take a moment to come, and it doesn’t come back again.
How can light fly in the wind without the wings of the morning breeze?
The gaze leads you to look at each other from afar with your comfort.
I just lean on my heart and feel sad, and my tears stick to my door.
The sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform
The neon is the clothes and the wind is the
The sloppy drums and the harp are the luan's carriage return
The Immortal Man The rows are like hemp
I didn’t know the moon when I was young, and I shouted to the white jade plate
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow you until the night in the west
I sing to the moon Wandering, my dancing shadows are messy 2. Ancient poems describing dreams
1. At night, I have a deep dream and suddenly return to my hometown. I am 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. ——Su Shi (Song Dynasty) "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
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. 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.
2. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons. ——Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty) "Like a Dream Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset"
I remember once drinking until dusk in Xiting. I was so drunk that I couldn't find my way home. After all the fun, I rowed back very late, but accidentally entered the depths of the lotus. How to cross, how to cross? (Finally) The waterside was filled with gulls and herons.
3. It was rainy and windy last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin. ——Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty) "Like a Dream: Rain and Wind Last Night"
Although the raindrops were sparse last night, the wind blew hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt that there was still something there. Not a trace of the drunkenness has gone away. So I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how the situation was outside. She only said to me: "The begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know? Do you know? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
4. Floating clouds move all day long, and wanderers will not come for a long time. I have been dreaming about you for three nights, and I can see you personally. ——Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) "Dream of Li Bai·Two Poems·Part 2"
Floating clouds in the sky float here and there every day, but old friends who have traveled far away have not returned for a long time. I see you in my dreams many times at night, which shows your deep affection for me.
5. Thousands of hatreds, the hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of their eyes are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying. ——Wen Tingyun (Tang Dynasty) "Dream Jiangnan·Ten Thousands of Hatred"
Thousands of hatreds are like threads, floating to the distant horizon. The bright moon in the mountains doesn't know what's on my mind. The flowers swayed alone in the green water and breeze. The flowers were falling, and the bright moon had already slanted into the blue clouds without realizing it.
6. 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 in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time. ——Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) "Meng Wei Zhi"
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. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City.
7. The oriole's beak pecks at the red flowers, and the swallow's tail is dotted with green wrinkles. It refers to the cold jade pipe, which blows through the plum blossoms in spring. Still, still, both the man and the green poplar are thin. ——Qin Guan (Song Dynasty) "Like a Dream, Spring Scenery"
The flowers that the oriole holds in its mouth become more ruddy, and the water waves swept by the swallows with their tails create green ripples. The weather is cold, the hands are cold, and the jade sheng is cold, but the person playing the sheng excitedly plays the tune "Little Plum Blossom". The sound is loud and melodious, resounding through the sky, and the listeners feel excited, vigorous, and full of spring. People say that if you keep blowing and barking like this, both people and the green poplar will become free and handsome.
8. The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. I have a leisurely dream of the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of the flute on the boat at night. Renyu Yibian Bridge. ——Huangfu Song (Tang Dynasty) "Dream Jiangnan·Falling Orchid Embers"
The orchid lanterns have faded, and the red bananas on the screen have become dim and gloomy. Xianlai dreamed 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.
9. How can scale ever accept each other? Upon closer inspection, there is neither. Send a message to wipe people's backs, and you will be tired all day long and wave your elbows. Hands lightly, hands lightly, a layman is originally innocent.
——Su Shi (Song Dynasty) "Like a Dream Ling·How can scale and scale ever bear each other?"
When did water and dirt ever coexist together? Looking carefully, it seems that there are both and there are neither. I said to the person who was rubbing my back, please keep rubbing your back today. I just wish I could be gentler and gentler. There is no dirt on my body.
10. Farewell in death is already swallowed, but farewell in life is always pitiful. In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news from the guests. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever. I'm afraid it's not a life-long soul, and the road is far and unpredictable. ——Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) "One of Two Dreams of Li Bai"
Farewell in death often makes people burst into tears, but separation in life often makes people even more sad. Jiangnan Shanze is a place where miasma is prevalent. Why is there no news about the people who were demoted? Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know that I always remember you. You may not be a ghost in the dream. The journey is far away and life and death are difficult to estimate. 3. Ancient poems about dreams
It was stormy on November 4th
Lu You
Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain
Iron Horse The glacier comes into my dream
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.
(Li Shangyin. "Jin Se")
The dream of returning is like spring water, leisurely wandering around my hometown.
Thinking of nectar in the dream, cherishing the lamp in words.
When I recall my sleep, my spring dream is so sleepy. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.
The dawn dream follows the sparse clock, and floats on the clouds.
(Li Qingzhao. "Dawn Dream")
After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night. (Bai Juyi. "Gong Ci")
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small Xuan window.
(Su Shi. "Jiang Chengzi")
The steam is steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang")
In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
(Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha")
The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears. (Li Yu. "Midnight Song")
How much hatred was in my dream last night. It's still like visiting Shangyuan in the old days.
(Li Yu. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River")
Therefore, I look for it in my dream on my single pillow, but the dream does not turn into a lamp and ignites. (Ouyang Xiu. "Spring in the Jade House. I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell")
Feeling so nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams.
(Meng Haoran. "Summer in the South Pavilion")
Daydream
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In February, Rao fell asleep and fell into a trance. , Don’t sleep alone for short nights and short days.
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 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 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 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, 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 30, the second year of Baoli
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
It is a joy to see Chen Ying 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.
Reply to the Dream of Mountain Station
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
I have traveled thousands of miles in my dream, and I have been locked up in my ghostly desire 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.
Staying 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.
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? 4. What are the poems about dreams?
Lu You: "A Storm and Rainstorm on November 4th"
Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think 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.
Li Bai's "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Mother's Farewell"
The ancient poem "Spring Eve"
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the moon are changing at the third watch.
Xin Qiji broke the spell? He wrote a poem for Chen Tongfu to send it to him.
When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp and read the sword, and dreamed of the trumpet blowing camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
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!
Yang Wanli
Dreaming of riding a white phoenix up into the blue sky, crossing the Milky Way and entering the Moon Palace.
Living in the world of Guanghanxiang, I feel the wind of osmanthus outside the curtain. 5. What are the poems that describe "dream"
1. The river surrounds Huai City, the clouds are dim and the sky is clear, and a pipe is lying across it. The dawn wind blows the hat, and the frosty sun shines brightly. I am secretly annoyed by Pan Lang's old hatred, but I should remember him as an old man and a disabled man. In the late autumn sky, the dogwood trees are twisting finely, and the fragrance is pouring out for whom. The human world is a true dreamland, filled with new sorrows and stars on the temples. I ask who will express my love at this meeting next year. Relying on the remaining light on the first floor, why not watch the moonlight behind the curtain? After a long period of time, I can sing your wonderful songs. Who is Mi Jiarong? ——Zhou Zizhi, "Xiaoxiang Night Rain/Man Tingfang"
2. At the age of 60, I have many thoughts and feelings, and it is difficult to predict a good meeting. Chatting over cups and plates with straw, cutting the candles from the west window in the cold. The green sleeves are fragrant, the two moths collect hatred, and the new tune is pressed low. The ruthless wind and rain, the broken heart is even more urgent. It's hard to stay when you return home in a hurry. I can't bear to stay alone for a good night. Looking back, I turned into a dreamland, only to feel the fragrance of my clothes. There is an alliance between the sea and the mountains, the clouds are full of love and the rain is flowing, how can one teach one's heart to be satisfied? It's better not to see you, and I will just feel sad for you. ——Cai Shen's "Niannujiao·Suihua Minwan"
3. We feel sympathy for each other, no matter how cold it is, who can accompany us? In Huai'an's dreamland, a smile comes naturally. I didn’t see snow before I arrived at Xiechuan. It was half-way through spring, but the copper pond was still under pressure. Now I think about the past, I pick up a basin and build it, and the cauldron is idle for Kuiyi. when. God's will solves the problem, and travels to Huawu, sweeping the spider silk. On the leisure days in the pot, redundant documents will be taken off treatment. Sitting all around, talking about love, flying jade, knowing everything. The cup and plate are sparse, the cup is poured casually, and the monument is viewed honestly. ——Hong Shi's "Man Ting Fang·Suffering from the Same Sickness"
4. The lonely crane flies back and flies to the distant sky again, replacing all the old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. Carrying wine in the garden and looking for flowers in the alleys, I never underestimated the spring that day. The passing years have changed, the belt in the sigh garden is left, and the frost on the temples is new. Make friends. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health, and I have good food and tea. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor? ——Lu You's "Qinyuan Spring·The Lone Crane Returns"
5. Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of truth and interpretation, which is extremely profound. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees. The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. Facing the emerald phoenix covering the clouds, the blue luan goes against the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Lang Han's letter, he became a close friend of Emperor Jun Tian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years are passing by in this world. ——Lu You's "Magnolia Slow·Reading Handan Dreams"
6. The wet clouds stick to the shadows of wild geese. Looking forward to the road, I am worried and confused, and it is difficult to get rid of my emotions. Thousands of gold buys the situation. But the sparse bells urge the dawn, and the crows crow in the dark. Spend time in darkness. Many feelings and encounters in dreams. Even after traveling to the clouds, he did not come back, so he sent a message to the general. Solitary. Ming Luan's heart is there, the distance across the crane is high, and there is no Huai in the later period. Love is waiting to be cut. Turn over and offend, old hatred. I'm afraid that where the heavenly teachings are, the two swallows are different and stained with residual vermilion and powder. Talking about Linghua and lovesickness, let’s see who loses weight. ——Lu Rui's "Auspicious Crane Fairy·Shiny Clouds Sticky Wild Goose Shadows"
7. With Lin Xiansou, you can still feel the fragrance after cooking in the dream. Looking back, where is the edge of the glass? The clouds and discussions are small. The short house and half-gonglai vacant land are also covered with three flowers and two grasses. Boiling eyes, whipping wind and rain, dissatisfied with tea and smiling. The longevity bones are strangely towering and the spirit is clear and steep. Individual clothing, game dust table. The curtain lasts forever, and the elegant companion stays forever. The saliva is wide and flying, and the material is unrestrained. It is best if the harp and the harp are in the same tune, and they look at each other with age. The grass and branches are greener and more pleasing to the eye, and the family tradition is established earlier. Fighting for the finger to draw the forehead, celebrating the place, the lotus smoke blows the dawn. Remember the first trial of orchid soup, the scenery of that day arrived again. Let's drink together and let Jin Zun pour it. Drunk and proud of Xi'e. All things considered, they are all in vain, but snow, cypress, frost and pines are good. ——Chen's "Bao Ding Appears·Lin Xian Sou"
8. The wild crows have all returned, the plain smoke is like practice, and the low hood is flat. Broken walls and flying buildings, red and green trees seem to be there and gone. The female wall is short and the moon cages pink pheasants. The baby's pavilion is quiet and the dust is dark and the gold pavilion is dark. Ask Qingdu. Fairy Guanghan, what will happen after we say goodbye? Worry. Ten years of dreams, light songs and short drinks, always joyful. The lonely Qin Lang couldn't bear to look at Luan Gu from the mirror. Remembering the winding paths, I held my bare hands and turned to the idle window, twirling my beard frequently. Afraid of West Lake. The young playmate was talking about the beginning. ——Qiu Yuan's "Jade Butterfly·Wild Trees and Dark Crows Return"
9. Jealousy of flowers is evil. Blowing the Qingyin up, the red pool pavilion is in chaos. Standing in the charming scenery, there are also fairy flowers and flowers all over the Qiongzhong small terrace, with green oil and sparse foil. The fragrance of the old days is remembered, and the jade slave's string is lingering. The road from Chang'an is far away, it is greasy purple and fat yellow, but it is in Dongluo. The rainbow in Tianjin seems like yesterday. Listening to the cuckoo's song to spend the month, spring is lonely again. The beautiful soul is scattered, flying into the south of the Yangtze River, turning to the vast lake and the vast mountains, making the dream difficult to hold.
Thousands of flowers are sad, they are sleeping and leaning, and the hooks are at an oblique angle. Waiting to carry the honor, get drunk with singing and dancing, and encourage flowers to enjoy themselves. ——Jiang Jie's "Jie Lian Lian·Jia Hua Feng Evil"
10. When I was in Begonia in Biji Square, I was drunk at the end of the month and ten days ago. It will be hard to find the dreamland before. Who remembers the old songs in front of the bottle? The setting sun spreads across thousands of mountains, and the spring breeze breaks my heart. I don’t believe it when I say that I’m an old friend. The tea smoke and Zen couch make silk hair on the temples. ——Lu You "I stopped drinking for a long time and cherished the prosperity of Chengdu Begonia" 6. Poems about writing dreams
Sleepwalking Tianmu (mǔ) chants farewell to Li Bai Haike talks about Yingzhou (yíng), Yan Tao It’s hard to find a letter in Wei Mang. The people of Yue say "Tianmu" (mǔ), the clouds and clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The Tiantai (tāi) is 40,000 (some versions say 10,000) and 8,000 feet long, and it is tilted to the southeast. I want to dream of Wu Yue and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight. The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to the Shan River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu water is rippling 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, dragons sing, Yin Rock Spring, chestnut trees deep in the woods are shocking to 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, and the hills collapsed. The stone door of the cave opens suddenly. 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. The tiger, the drum, the harp, and the luan (luán) come back to the car, and the immortals come to line up like hemp. Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh. 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. You must ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy!
Liang Fuyin Author: Li Bai
Chang Xiao Liang Fuyin, when will we see Yangchun? If you don't see me, Chaoge slaughters the old man and bids farewell to Jijin. He comes to Weibin from eighty west to fish. I would rather be ashamed and have white hair shining in the clear water, and be strong enough to think about economics at the right time. There were three thousand six hundred fishes in Guangzhang, but Fengqi secretly married King Wen. The great wise tiger turned stupid and unpredictable, and he was quite like an ordinary person back then. Don't you see, a drunkard in Gaoyang is drafting, and he is bowing to Duke Long Zhun of Shandong. Don't show off your eloquence at the entrance, but the two women stopped washing to follow the trend. Go east to the Qi city for seventy-two, and command Chu and Han like turning around. It’s like this for a madman to stay away from his job, let alone a strong man who is the leader of the pack! I want to climb the dragon to see the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The Thunder Lord bangs the thundering drum, and there are many beautiful girls throwing pots beside the emperor. At three o'clock, the lightning flashed with laughter, and the wind and rain suddenly shone. The nine gates of the gate are impassable, and those who use their foreheads to lock the gate will be angry. If the sun does not shine on my sincerity, the country of Qi will be free from worries. The cockroach grinds its teeth to compete for human flesh, and the cockroach does not break the grass stems. The hand catches the flying scorpion and fights the eagle tiger, and the side foot is burnt. Yuan did not say the pain. A wise man can be proud of a fool, but the world sees me as a feather. The three heroes of Nanshan were forced to fight, and they all killed each other at the cost of two peaches. Wu Chu's army was without drama, and Yafu'er was in vain. Liang's father chanted in a sad voice. Zhang Gong's two dragon swords, the divine objects sometimes come together. There will be massacres in the storm, so you should stay calm.