1. 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 pool of gulls and herons.
——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Rumeng Ling·Chang Ji Xiting Sunset"
2. The rain and wind were strong last night, and the remaining wine could not be consumed by the heavy sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Last Night Rained and Winded Up"
3. After the dream, the tower was high and locked, and the curtains were low after the drunkenness. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
——Song Dynasty Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal: High Lock on the Tower after Dream"
4. 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.
——"Dream Jiangnan·Orchid Embers Falling" by Huangfu Song of the Tang Dynasty
5. The old rabbit and the cold toad are weeping in the sky, and the walls of the cloud tower are half open and slanting white. The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street.
Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, the changes for thousands of years are like running horses. Looking at Qizhou's nine-point smoke in the distance, a glass of sea water pours down.
——"Dream Sky" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
6. Dreaming of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. Traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, you will never meet 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.
——Song Dynasty Yan Jidao's "Die Lian Hua·Dream into the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River"
7. The snow starts to rise in the morning. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
——Song Dynasty Lu You's "Night Tour in the Palace·Remembering Dreams and Sent to Master Bohun"
8. Where to meet? Climb Baochai Tower and visit Tongque Terrace. Call the cook to chop it up, the whale will be found in the east, and the man will present it, and the dragon will be the matchmaker in the west.
Which of the heroes in the world, Shijun or Cao, is worthy of drinking wine? Thousands of chariots carry Yan to the south and Zhao to the north, swordsmen and wizards.
——Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty, "Qinyuanchun·Mengfuluo"
9. The swallows are light, the orioles are delicate and soft, and they clearly look towards Hua Xu again. The long night fights for thin love and knowledge? Early spring is stained by lovesickness. ?
Writing words after farewell, needlework and thread when farewell, leaving the soul in darkness and chasing the man far away. The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about me when I return.
——Song Dynasty Jiang Kui's "Treading on the Shasha·Composed from Miandong to the Jinling River on the first day of Ding Weiyuan to feel the dream"
10. Deeply dreaming about old travels separated by flowers. . The sunset is speechless and the swallows are sad. The jade fiber fragrant moves the small curtain hook. ?
The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring, and the moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy. The east wind comes at night and is colder than autumn.
——Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha·Deep Dreaming of Old Journeys Across the Flowers"