Poetry about dreams 1. Poetry about dreams
No wind, no dreams, I hesitate to shake my head.
Leaving home is a dream year. Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.
You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember to sleep, my spring dream is full of drowsiness.
If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. Between acquaintances in flowing water, dreams of falling flowers are tiring.
Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Fengzhen is thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.
Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.
Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and I am fascinated by screens.
In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul.
I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from north to autumn.
Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. Tears are hard to burn, and jade sells well.
Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.
Love love love, come to the restaurant. Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain.
When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.
Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.
Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.
There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.
It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?
Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.
Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.
No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.
Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.
Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.
I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.
If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.
I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.
I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.
More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.
If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.
I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.
White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.
Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.
There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.
I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.
I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.
Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.
The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.
The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.
Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.
To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.
Zheng Zhun sent the border people to stay here for a long time, but they fainted for a long time. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge.
Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.
Wei Zhuang's sadness and avoidance of sadness are unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.
Wei Zhuang is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he is self-centered. All life is a dream. It's better to sing than to sigh.
Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.
Wei Zhuang's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.
Wang Zhenbai Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful.
Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.
Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep.
There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.
Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Bai Juyi, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard.
If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.
It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door.
Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.
A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs.
Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.
Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou.
2. Famous sentences about dreams
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Meng Xiao
Li Qingzhao
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds;
Because anqisheng, green flowers are everywhere.
Autumn wind hooligans blow out jade well flowers;
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons.
A beautiful woman with drooping hair, good looks and beautiful language;
Laughter and sophistry, live fire to cook new tea.
Although there is a lack of metaphysical skills, amusement is endless;
Life is like this, why go home?
Get up and fold clothes and sit down, covering your body, tired by noise;
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death, two endless thoughts, unforgettable lonely graves, nowhere to talk, a desolate place, even if we meet, we don't know how to sit on our temples, such as frost, and dream of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is dressing up without words and caring for each other, but every year tears are expected to break our hearts, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Langtaosha (Li Yu)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Song Li at midnight
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone!
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
Wang Jiangnan Liyu
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong;
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
"Seven Laws" Untitled Lu Xun
It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.
In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.
Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.
There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight is like water.
3. Poems about dreams and love
1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowed by the emperor. (Li shangyin. Golden)
2. Meng Xiao and sparse clock and floating clouds. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao)
3, night dream suddenly came home, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing up. (Su Shi. Jiangchengzi)
I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, I was greedy. (Li Yu. Langtaosha)
5. The dream of my old country is back, and I feel tears in my eyes. (Li Yu. Midnight song)
6, how much hate, in last night's dream. It's like swimming to the garden in the past. (Li Yu. "Looking at Jiangnan")
7. The fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang)
8, so I looked for it in a single pillow, and the dream was not a lamp but also embarrassing. (Ouyang Xiu. "Yulouchun, I don't know your distance after parting")
9. So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream. (Meng Haoran. Summer is thinking about Xin in Nange)
10, tears exhausted, the temple sang until midnight. (Bai Juyi. Gong Ci)
4. Poems describing spring dreams
The title of the work "Flowers Are Not Flowers"
Mid-Tang Dynasty in the Creation Age
The Origin of the Works of Complete Tang Poetry
Literary genre ancient miscellaneous poems
Author Bai Juyi
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog,
Like flowers, like fog.
It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.
Like flowers, like fog.
When did a short and beautiful spring dream come?
Come like a spring dream, how much time can you have?
When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.
When I went there, I seemed to disappear in the clouds and couldn't find anywhere.
Extended data:
There are two mourning poems in Bai's Changqing Collection, namely "Mother's Tomb" and "Bamboo Slips Poetry". This poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" is the same volume as the above two poems, which was later compiled. The poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" was written for the same purpose at about the same time as the poem "Bamboo Slips". According to poetry, the past is beautiful, just like a dream, no more sighs.
Literary appreciation
Bai Juyi's poems are not only famous for their simple language, but also for their beautiful artistic conception. This poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" is quite hazy, and it is indeed a special case in white poetry.
The first three words in the poem are almost "untitled". The first two sentences should be read as "flowers-non-flowers, fog-non-fog", which gives people an unpredictable feeling first. Both "non-flower" and "non-fog" are negative, but they all contain a self-evident premise: like flowers, like fog. Therefore, it can be said that these are two clever metaphors.
Su Dongpo seems to have got a little inspiration from this, and wrote a famous sentence, "Like a flower, it is still like a non-flower, and no one regrets teaching" ("Water is like a flower, it is still like a non-flower").
Su Ci chants catkins, while Bai Shi's is not obvious. But from the narrative of "coming at midnight and leaving at dawn", we can see that the metaphor here is flowers and fog, for example, what is sung is fleeting and difficult to last.
Just watching "come at midnight and leave at dawn" makes readers doubt that they are talking about dreams. But it can be seen from the next sentence "coming like a spring dream" that it is not. "Dream" turned out to be a comparison. Here, the words "come" and "go" play a connecting role in sound and emotion, thus giving birth to two vivid metaphors.
Those who "came in the middle of the night" had a spring dream, which was beautiful but short-lived, and then led to a question: "How long will it be like a spring dream?" "Xiao" sees the morning glow. Although the cloud is beautiful, it is easy to be disillusioned, which leads to a sigh: "The cloud seems to be nowhere to be found".
Poetry consists of a series of metaphors, which are called metaphors. The two are closely linked, like clouds and water, and written naturally. Repeatedly highlight an unexplained metaphor with vivid images.
There are many examples of how to make good use of metaphors in poetry, such as "There is a struggle between the north and the south, and the morning glory bears the yoke" in nineteen ancient poems, and "One Sichuan tobacco, the wind blows all over the city, and the plum rains are yellow" in He Zhu's Jade Case Ling Bo.
However, these metaphors are only part of the poem, and the metaphors that run through this poem are rare. Furthermore, the previous example compares Nanji, Beidou, Petunia and other constellations, meaning "What's the use of a false name?"
Compared with the scenes of tobacco, catkins and plum rain, the latter situation means "asking how much is idle", and its metaphor (metaphorical thing) is clear. And this poem only sees metaphor (used as metaphor) and doesn't know metaphor, just like a thought-provoking mystery. In this way, the artistic conception of poetry is covered with a layer of "hazy" color.
Baidu encyclopedia-flowers are not flowers
5. Poems about dreams
Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.
Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
Prelude to water melody
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
6. What are the poems about "dreams"?
1. I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream. I love pleasure. -Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Tidy Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.
The dream of my old country has come back, and I feel tears in my eyes. -"Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life" by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty.
I dreamed that I had returned to my old country. When I woke up, my tears fell.
3. The balcony is locked high after the dream, and the curtains are lowered after the dream. -Song Yan Dao Ji, Linjiang Fairy, Dreams Behind the Tower
Late at night, I dreamed that the door on the balcony was locked, and the curtains hung heavily after I woke up.
4. Travel hand in hand with dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. -Don Bai Juyi's Dream Micro
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.
5. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
7. Poems expressing waking dreams
1, Joan woke up from her dream and stayed there for a long time.
Li Yu, the blowless daughter of Qin Lou, a Linjiang fairy in the Five Dynasties.
Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute, so she went to the garden to see the scenery. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me and smells sweet.
Joan woke up from her dream and survived. How long did she hate that year! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming.
Explanation:
Without the beauty like Qin Mugong, the beauty of the royal garden is empty. Those bloom ones are so beautiful. The petals are pink and the core is gold, but only they are low or high, and no one can enjoy them with me. Maybe Dongfeng was not satisfied with me, so he let those bloom fall by half.
I missed it for a long time, bored, sleepy by the window, and then fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun had set. I dreamed of the love of that year, and when I woke up, everything was empty. How long should this hatred be! A few years ago, the two were dependent on each other in the weeping willows, but now they can't meet each other. I only get along with her temporarily. It's really short Like a dream, I'm still too lazy to think about those things.
2. When I wake up, the West Building is deserted, and the rest can be seen through the curtain.
"Xiang Ling Yong Yue Er" Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
Unlike the silver moon, the moonlight reflects cold light, and looking up at the clear sky in the night sky supports a jade plate. Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry.
The faint white powdery mildew on the golden steps is like a thin layer of light frost flying on the jade pillar. Wake up in the west wing is silent, only the waning moon in the sky can look into the distance through the curtain.
Explanation:
Unlike silver and moonlight, I look up at the clear night sky to protect a jade plate. In the moonlight, the thin plum blossoms exude a strong fragrance, and the silver willow branches seem to have been dried by dew. I thought that the faint white powder was painted with gold steps, as if a thin layer of frost was flying on the jade strip. When I woke up from my dream, the west building was silent. Only the waning moon in Zhongtian can be seen from a distance through the curtain.
3. wake up hibiscus. The eaves are near, and Yupei Ding Dong is doubtful.
"The new geese pass through the makeup building, and the water lilies wake up" Song: Wu Wenying
Wake up, fleur. The eaves are near, and Yupei Ding Dong is doubtful. Cuiwei flowing water is the destination of parting. Song's flowers are thinner, and her feelings are more bitter than autumn. At dusk, the clouds meet and there is no sign of the flood.
Yicheng let the guests go at that time, recognized the old traces of Yan Ni, and returned to heaven. The night worries, and the lamp wails. On a cold night in the river, the maple resents autumn, fearing that it will flow heartbroken. Clouds are far away, moths are expected, and autumn fragrance is in the middle of the month.
Explanation:
Wake up from sleep and see the blooming hibiscus flowers. Near the eaves, the wind chimes make people think that it is the sound of Meiyu. After parting from my beloved, mountains and rivers seem to have her shadow. Song Yu is sad for autumn, probably as thin as autumn flowers. At dusk, Yun Lan was densely covered, but Zheng Hong never appeared.
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Hun asked his concubine to be a piano player because she was old. The old traces of the Swallow House are still discernible, and the setting sun shines on the empty building. Late at night, I miss my lover more. Crickets groaned on the broken wall outside the lamp. At night, the river is cold and the maple leaves are unwilling to be blown by the wind. Lovers write poems on the leaves and float away with the water. Going to my concubine is far away, and it is expected to sweep the beauty of the eyebrows, under the irradiation of the cold moon.
4, wake up, chicken crow.
Taibai Tomb of He Xinlang and the Story of the Qing Dynasty Scholars: Huang Jingren.
What makes people old? Just a few places, the remnants of mountains and water, hanging around. This is where Violet buried her bones, and the house is near Xie Jiazhi. Always like this. What good can it be to ask for the name of my husband? Make a picture, the four kings draft.
In my dream, I came to see you yesterday and smiled. Make the Millennium and Penglai shallow, and tell each other about the old tour. I even asked who was like me later, and I said, I am as talented as a gentleman. There is also an island in the cold suburbs. After saying this, I watched your longbow go away, and I was as light as a bird. Wake up from a broken dream and the rooster crows.
Explanation:
What makes people so old? Residual mountains and flowing water came to the grave to mourn. This is where Violet buried their bones, and Xie Shu also built a room not far from here. Scholars are all the same in the end, turning into a pile of loess, and the grave is covered with weeds. Mr. Wang's poem is so famous, even if he writes it at the grave, how good can it be? Just think carefully and make a poem about thinking about you.
I met you in my dream yesterday, and I was fortunate to hear about my husband's life. Mr. Meng asked me: Is there a scholar behind me who is similar to me? I replied: I am less talented than my husband. Only simple and lonely poems. As light as a bird, I bowed deeply and watched you leave. Suddenly woke up with a crow.
5, the dream is unclear, why bother to wake up.
"Too often cited, the wind comes late to ring the flower bell" Qing: Nalan Xingde
You are late, and the wind will ring the bells. People are in Bishan Pavilion. Sadness is unbearable. That's even more complicated, the sound of spring rain.
No trace, boring mood, who said it was sentimental? If you can't dream clearly, why wake up?
Explanation:
The wind came late and the flower bell rang. People who are already full of sadness in Bishan Pavilion can't hear the bell, and the sound of spring rain is even more unbearable.
You have nowhere to find, I am bored, and I can't tell anyone who cares about me. Even dreams are always vague, so why get up early?