Poems about drunken dreams 1. Poems about drunken dreams of life.
"Water Tune Songs" by Wei Liaoweng
It's better to enjoy Hanjiakou than Acropolis Cup. The scenery of Lingyun Mountain seems to be painful for travelers. After half a day of misty rain, I locked in a Sichuan scenery and didn't let the passenger ship sail. I want to see this upstairs and read all the talents in Sichuan. Ape crane, gull heron, also guess. Running eastward for a day and a night drove Cai people back. The guests smiled, too. They were drunk and turned to gather. At four o'clock, I believe in the bend, and the cold and summer come back.
Lushan Mountain, Song Song City, Chen Mi
Lushan Mountain is clear, who cares? The rocks are steep and straight across Li Peng and Jiujiang.
The scenery of Changchuan has been continuous since ancient times, and the rain has aroused the wind.
Deep in the mountains, inaccessible, people want to go to Xi. All day, there was only a stick and a crane.
The road is winding and dangerous, and the danger is endless.
I don't know about June, but I feel very worried.
Heaven is separated by the qi of horses and chariots, which is more than a slap in the face.
It is appropriate for you to follow other people's path, be precise and be arrogant.
The vegetation is strong and the rain does not fade, and the feathers are out of the clouds.
White as dew, overlapping mountains.
The fields are barren, the food is not enough and the body is not fat.
Pine is the mash, the moon is the candle, and the empty statue is the jade jar.
He wants to hide himself, so don't chisel eight bright windows for him.
It's really embarrassing to lead a drunken life. Reading 100 million years old is unique.
If you can keep this and never change, how can you contribute to your country?
I will never forget it when I arrive, and my heart will drop when I am drunk.
Writing this poem amused myself and exposed myself as a thousand pictures.
There is little history of secondary rhyme, from bamboo to Song, from Wei to Weng.
Yan Yan sprinkled makeup to fight Wei Yao, and the flower shadow met the stone.
It's like being drunk and dreaming and waking up in 359 days.
Song Xie Yu's Thesis Lake
Du Fu paged me, I'm going home. There is a boat on land.
Laugh and kill the guests on the west lake, and fall in love with Hangzhou.
2. Poems about fleeting time and short life.
Yonghuai ATM
Life is like dust, lasting forever.
Short song line Cao Cao
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Cherish time and anonymity
Bloom has flowers, but life is easy to get old.
Jiang Libai
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Two Du Fu Poems in Qujiang
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.
Bai Juyi, who likes friends to stay overnight.
Life smiles, how many times in a hundred years?
Yong Huai Bai Juyi
Within a hundred years of life, the speed is as fast as a gap.
Weeping yin Wei
Life can be geometric, after all, it is intangible.
Qingming gaozhu
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Tasha aviation research book
When singing is silent on wine, life is limited and infinite.
Cai Sangzi Chongyang Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
[Sailing at night] When you are 100 years old, you dream of a butterfly, and you can look back. Today, spring has come, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty have withered, and the midnight light is urgently punished.
[Wind pine] The sun is red and the west is oblique, and the disease is downhill. Clear the mirror and add snow at dawn, and go to bed to say goodbye to shoes. Don't laugh at bird's nest, you always play dumb in the gourd.
3. 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?