Poetry about dreams 1. Poetry about dreams
Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream
Author: Li Bai
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
Xie, climbed Yun Lan's ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
In this way, I left you, I don't know how long I will leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
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Come and go without a trace, go with the flow.
Because when a dream is a floating thing, a second of floating life is a dream.
Tired and tired, I can't sleep. I closed my eyes and dreamed that the fairy lit the wine.
Follow the five flavors of life * * *, wake up and get drunk.
The dusk is sad, and the dusk is sad.
The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked.
Brocade left, and my robe clung to me.
I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui.
My hero only loves the past and is slow before driving.
May you always smile and drive home hand in hand.
It won't take long, and it's not too heavy.
How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind?
Look at comfort and lead distance.
Just lean against my heart and feel sad, cry and touch a leaf.
But now the sun and the moon illuminate a gold and silver terrace.
Neon is clothes, and wind is wind.
Careless drum, sad and awkward, got into the car.
Row after row, like a hemp field, lined with fairy figures.
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called the white jade plate.
I care about my heart and the bright moon, and I will stay with you until night falls.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was chaotic.
2. What poems describe "dreams"?
1. The river goes around Huaicheng, and the clouds are in a daze. Who can cross a cigarette flute? The breeze blows the hat and the frost blooms brightly. Dark angered Pan Lang old hate, even remember, chrysanthemum old residual English. It's getting late, and the dogwood is spinning carefully, so for whom? The world, a real dream, new troubles, green stars. Ask who sent you an affair at this meeting next year. Relying on the afterglow of the first floor, why not wait until the curtain falls? With Lan Jiu, the song is wonderful. Who is Mi? -Zhou Zizhi's "Xiaoxiang Rainy Night/Man Fang Ting"
It's too late to get old, and it's hard to predict if you miss it. Talking about the past in cups and plates, cutting cold candles in the west window. Green sleeves are fragrant, two moths are bitter, and new songs are low. Ruthless wind and rain, heartbroken more leakage advice. It's hard to stay in a hurry, but I can't stay. I can't stand lonely nights. Looking back, I feel that my clothes are full of fragrance. The sea is about mountain alliance, full of love and rain. I might as well not see you and worry about you. -Cai Shen's Nian Nujiao Sui Hua Tuo Night
3. Who is the companion in the same boat, Qi Mei? Huaian dream, a smile comes naturally. Before seeing the snow in Xiechuan, it was already halfway through spring, and the copper pool was still under pressure. Think about the past today, hit the floor with a basin, and enjoy leisure with a tripod. What time? God's will, and swim in the flower dock, spinning and sweeping spider silk. If you idle in the pot, you will be cured of redundancy. Sitting on the love story of the alliance, flying jade, knowing everything. Save the cups and plates, pour them lightly at will, and regard the truth as a monument. -Shi Hong's "Fang Ting in the same boat"
4. When the lonely crane returns to fly, Liaotian will be another day, so the old friend will change. After all, the dead graves, the vast dreams and the ants of the princes have all become dust. How did you neglect spring on that day when you took wine to the garden and asked for flowers and willows? Time has changed, sighing about the garden belt and the temples frost. Make friends. Spread out like a cloud. Unexpectedly, I am in this body now. Fortunately, the eyes are bright and healthy, and the tea is fragrant and the rice is soft. Not only am I old, but also people are poor. Avoid danger, destroy ambition, idle in the short boat lake. What do I hate? A fisherman was drunk, and a friend in the stream was his neighbor. -Lu You's "Qinyuanchun Lonely Crane Returning to Fly"
5. Read the dream of Handan, sigh the blue silk temples, and the early frost invades. It is the flower moon burning Dan, Qingxi watching cranes, but still the initial heart. Over the years, in the turbulent world, the secret of knowing the truth is absolutely profound. Raise Nine Treasures and grow into a thousand trees. The starry altar is a toddler at night. Dew is cold and transparent. Send a letter to Cuifeng, Qingluan to the moon and Komori in the palace, and I will be your bosom friend. However, it is arrogant, and the years on earth are fleeting. -Lu You's "Yulan Slow Reading Handan Dream"
6. Wet clouds stick to goose shadows. Looking at the road and worrying, it is difficult to leave the mood. One thousand dollars for a scene. But when the clock is sparse, the crow crows. Flowers are dark. Many feelings and dreams of meeting. Went to the cloud, didn't come back, and sent a message. Loneliness. Ming Luan is in his heart, crossing the crane is high, and he is not pregnant in the later stage. Love is waiting for you. Provoked, old hate. I'm afraid that where God teaches me, the double Yan Xi will be uneven, and I'm still stained with residual cinnabar powder. Love Ling Hua and Xiang Yu, see who is thin. -Lu Xu's "Ruihexian Wet Cloud Sticks Wild Goose Shadow"
7. When you dream of cooking in Linxian County, you will still feel fragrant. Looking back, where is the edge, the cloud is not discussed. Low house, half bowed to the idle land, still wearing three flowers and two grass. Boiling eyes, whipping rain, disgruntled tea. Immortality is strange, and spirit is clear and steep. Casual clothes, game dust table. The curtain will last forever, the elegant companion will stay for a long time, and the material will fly widely. It is best to be in tune with musical instruments and pianos and admire each other. It is greener, the sun branches are more meaningful, and the spectrum travels earlier. Fighting for painting, wishing for happiness, lotus fumigation blowing the morning. I still remember the first test of Lantang, and the scenery came again that day. Fight and drink, let Jin Zun fall. Being drunk makes Xi E proud. Everything is empty, and the snow and cypress frost are loose. -Zhu Chen's "Bao Dingxian, Writing Lin Xianzuo"
8. Wild trees and crows all go, plain smoke is like practice, and the cover is low. Broken walls, flying over the eaves, red and green seem to be here. The female wall is short, the moon cage is made of pink and white, and the nursery is quiet and dusty. Ask Du Qing. Hiro Hanxian, don't do this. Worried. Ten years of dreams, shallow songs and short drinks are always entertaining. Lonely Qin Lang can't bear to see loneliness in the mirror. Remember the winding path leading to a secluded place, singing in front of the idle window and frequency with a plain hand. Afraid of the West Lake. Young playmate, talk about the beginning. -Chou Yuan's "Jade Butterfly, Wild Tree and Raven Return"
9. jealousy. Blowing the green curtain, the red pool pavilion is chaotic. In the beautiful scenery, there is a fairy flower, which blooms all over Qiongmei's small platform, with thin green foil. The old days were sweet, and I remembered being around, and the jade slave string was lingering. It's far from Chang 'an Road. Rich in purple, fat and yellow, but full of music. The rainbow in Tianjin seems to be yesterday. Listening to the cuckoo, spring is lonely. Scattered, flew into the south of the Yangtze River, turned into lakes and mountains, and the dream was hard to hold. A thousand flowers are worried, but they are trapped and hooked. Treat them with courtesy, get drunk and dance, and persuade flowers to enjoy themselves. -Jie Jiang "Jie Lianhuan Jealousy"
10. I was drunk at the end of the month when Haitang was in Bijifang. It's hard to find a dream right away. Who remembers the old song in front of the bottle? Poor eyes, sunset, heartbroken spring breeze. If you say you shouldn't trust an old friend, tea and cigarettes will turn into silk. -Lu You's "Drinking for a long time in illness has the prosperity of Chengdu Haitang"
3. Ancient poems about dreams
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Author: Zhang Mi
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Cold and sentimental, but don't hate life in spring.
Leaning against the bar, disappointed, a dream of spring is unknown.
The Ci of Huayang's Two Poems of Shui Long Yin
Author: Su Shi
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
The waves gurgled the rain outside the curtains.
Author: 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.
4. What are the poems about dreams?
Come and go without a trace, go with the flow.
Because when a dream is a floating thing, a second of floating life is a dream.
Tired and tired, I can't sleep. I closed my eyes and dreamed that the fairy lit the wine.
Follow the five flavors of life * * *, wake up and get drunk.
The dusk is sad, and the dusk is sad.
The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked.
Brocade left, and my robe clung to me.
I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui.
My hero only loves the past and is slow before driving.
May you always smile and drive home hand in hand.
It won't take long, and it's not too heavy.
How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind?
Look at comfort and lead distance.
Just lean against my heart and feel sad, cry and touch a leaf.
But now the sun and the moon illuminate a gold and silver terrace.
Neon is clothes, and wind is wind.
Careless drum, sad and awkward, got into the car.
Row after row, like a hemp field, lined with fairy figures.
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called the white jade plate.
I miss my heart and the bright moon, and I will stay with you until night falls.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was chaotic.
5. What are the poems about dreams?
Land tour: 1 1 the storm on the 4th of the month.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Li Bai dreams of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
The ancient poem "Spring Festival Evening"
Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
Xin Qiji is out of the queue? Send strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Yang Wanli
I dreamed of riding Bai Fenghuang in the blue sky and crossing the Milky Way into the Moon Palace.
Being in a cold and fragrant world, I feel the wind outside the curtain.
6. Ancient poems about dreams
1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.
Lu you
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The scene of a horse in armor galloping on the battlefield of the North River once again entered my dream.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
(Li shangyin. Golden)
Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words.
When I remember sleeping, my spring dream is full of drowsiness. If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow.
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds.
(Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao)
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang. (Bai Juyi. Gong Ci)
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
(Su Shi. Jiangchengzi)
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. (Meng Haoran. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang)
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
(Li Yu. Langtaosha)
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. (Li Yu. Midnight song)
How much hate, in my dream last night. It's like swimming to the garden in the past.
(Li Yu. "Looking at Jiangnan")
So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn. (Ouyang Xiu. "YuLouChun. I don't know the distance after your parting ")
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
(Meng Haoran. Summer is thinking about Xin in Nange)
indulge in wishful thinking
Don du fu
In February, I was sleepy and didn't sleep alone at night.
Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.
At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.
Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.
Guimeng
Don du fu
The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Li Bai's two dream poems
Don du fu
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
On August 30th, the next year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network will come back is unknown.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Da yi shan Meng
Tang Bai Juyi
I dreamed of going to Wan Li Road, and I followed you for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard.
No straight, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Xi Cao Xuan Zhao Xia, pine and bamboo deep silence.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains.
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring.
Mengjiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don't come to the boss for monasticism, it will turn to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night?
7. Poems about dreams
1 Li Yu's dream, I don't know if I am a guest, 2 Xin Qiji's dream, 3 Ouyang Wei's dream of leaving home is Song Dynasty.
Liu Shenxu's words are like spring water, wandering around his hometown. Xue Ying said, "Flowers stay in Vietnam, and the moon returns the dream to Qin." . The sound of insects is getting louder and louder as a sentence of lice violently interferes with dreams. Duan Meng thinks in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words. 8 Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Lin Qingsu Sangyi. Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams. 10 bear horn sentence tired of listening to birds singing. When they woke up, they swept away the flowers that had fallen at the end of spring. 1 1 Meng Bin talked about a fairy bird but returned to the air to talk about dreams. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself. 12 Zhang's dream sentence God knows I remember him, so I can see him in a dream on earth. 13 Li Pin's sentence took only five sentences and broke his life. ("North Dream") 14 Li Yuan sentence personnel three glasses of wine, a game of chess. (Dream in the North). 15 Li Jingrang said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi hairs. (See "North Dream") 16 Juyuan Yang sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and Liaocheng with one arrow. (See Chronicle below). 17 Zhao Lu sentence Meng Juan Yue Yang, recalling the best Mid-Autumn Festival. (See Yuezhou County Records). 18 When Han Wo recalled her sleep three times, her spring dream was full of drowsiness. If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. 19 TanYongzhi's words "Water and things are familiar with the world, and it is tiring to be lovelorn in a dream." . ("Yi Monk") 20 Wu Bin's sentence trace did not quit the egret, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. ("Word Jiemu")