Poetry describing being awakened from sleep in spring

I take a nap in the spring before going to bed, and hear the sound of music through the wall.

It comes from "Three Poems on a Cold Food Tour of Nanhu" written by Su Che of the Song Dynasty.

Full text: Take a nap in spring before going to bed at noon, and hear the sound of music through the wall. Jianyu tries to help the sick, and the boat rides slowly. Suitable for drinking wine in a bottle, enjoying life with friends. Tourists smile at each other's faces, their white hair close and horizontal. The spring water around Guo is full, and the willows on the embankment are new and yellow. There are no prohibitions in the official pond, and the wild boats can fly. The waves are singing far away, and the flowers are floating and the wine is fragrant. The evening breeze blows sharply, and the drizzle wets the red makeup. Walking hand in hand on Linchi Road, we met a wine seller. The willows are slanting and the cables are low, and the grass is green and the pots are tilted. The heart of spring is swaying, but the wind blows and the wine has no power. The crown and clothes are strong enough to wrap him up. Who can help him when he is half drunk?