Feihua Lingmeng’s Poetry
01. Farewell dreams have gone with the flowing water, and the tears are still flowing from the fragrant spring. -- Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
02. Farewell dream vaguely cursed the passing of Sichuan, my hometown thirty-two years ago. -- Mao Zedong's "To Shaoshan"
03. Farewell Mengyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding corridor. --Zhang Bi's "Sending People"
04. Farewell is like a silk thread, but a dream cannot come true. It is like a lonely pillow to dream of a border town. -- Nalan Xingde's "Good in the Middle"
05. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. --Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
06. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. --Wu Yuanheng's "Spring"
07. Spring dreams disperse with the clouds, and flying flowers chase the water. --Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions Spring Dream Song"
08. After seeing each other again, we meet again, and we have the same dreams as you. --Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky"
09. I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and felt melancholy as the mountains and the moon slanted. --Wei Zhuang's "Hanshandian Mengjue Zuo"
10. It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although this life is shocking. --Chen Yuyi's "Linjiang Fairy"
11. The wind and the snow have broken the hearts of my hometown, and my dreams cannot come true. There is no such sound in my hometown. -- Nalan Xingde's "Long Acacia"
12. Old friends come into my dream, and I understand that I will remember each other forever. -- Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems·Part 1"
13. So I looked for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream failed to turn into a lamp and ignited. --Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
14. The souls of Guanshan have long dreams, but the sounds of fish and geese are few. --Yan Jidao's "Shengchazi"
15. Return to Mengbi screen window and talk about humaneness to everyone. --Yan Jidao's "Sheng Cha Zi"
16. The return dream is separated by the Lang River, and is shattered by the sound of the river. --Nalan Xingde's "Like a Dream"
17. The dream of breaking the heart of my hometown cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown. --Nalan Xingde's "Song of Love"
18. The dream of sea water is long, and you are worried and I am also worried. --Anonymous "Xizhou Song"
19. Good dreams are often frightening. Where can I hear the sound of wild geese from a high building? --Yan Shu "Picking Mulberry"
20. Good dreams are the hardest to keep. Cross Xianzhou. --Gong Zizhen's "Lang Tao Sha"
21. The old house in Jiangshan is empty of text and vegetation. It is impossible to dream about the clouds and rain on the deserted platform. -- Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics, Part Two"
22. The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds singing in the sky. --Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
23. There are only a few silver and red photos left tonight, and I am afraid that the encounter is a dream. --Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky"
24. When the wine is thick and spring falls into a dream, the window breaks through the moon to find someone. -- Mao Pang's "Linjiang Immortal·Capital New Year's Eve"
25. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream. --Chen Tao's "Four Poems on a Journey to Longxi"
26. The empty fence and old garden leave no trace in autumn, and the thin moon and clear frost make the dream clear. --Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions·Recalling Chrysanthemums"
27. The dream cannot come true after all the tears, and the song is heard in the front hall late at night. --Bai Juyi's "Gong Ci"
28. The spring sorrow is like catkins, and Yiyi is nowhere to be found in the dream. --Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
29. The lingering dream at the top of the building is at five o'clock, and the March rain at the bottom of the flower is sorrowful. --Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
30. The dream of plum souls and bamboos has been updated for three times, but the brocade and quilts have not yet come to sleep. --Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions·Winter Night"