Ancient poems about dreams

The ancient poems about dreams are as follows

Bodhisattva, the north wind blows away the night snow.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.

Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.

"If you had a good dream, don't wake up. It depends on him. " Homesick people who are far away from home spend every day on horseback, patrolling the border and guarding the land. Only in the middle of the night, can they miss their relatives in their hometown quietly, while the dream on a cold night is a nightmare plus a good dream. They are having a good dream tonight, so let him do it. Let him get more happiness and happiness in his dreams.

In April, the people in Zifu, Dongfeng, let out at night.

Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Purple mansion east wind that night. Step lotus, plum and others came back. At five o'clock, the songs are scattered, and in ten miles, the lights are sparse.

Sweet and sweet, lingering in dreams. The end of the world is cold, and spring clothes are reduced. Phoenix bosom friend, galaxy flying geese.

Zhu He spent a youthful chivalrous and carefree time in Beijing in his youth, but since then he has been wandering in remote places for a long time, holding some small officials, and his ambition is hard to show and he is unhappy. In retrospect, dreams revolve around the soul, and this word was written by the author in this situation. Writing the joyful scene of Beijing Lantern Festival in the dream, as well as the sadness and sense of loss after waking up from the dream, implicitly expresses a feeling of looking back on the past and not meeting talents.

Jiangchengzi Shang Chun

Song: Zhu

Oblique wind, drizzle and cold spring, I respect the past and recall the past. I once dried up pear blossoms and shed tears. Cao Fang smoke Nanpu Road, don't look at Qingshan with tears.

I fell in love with my dream last night. The water is silent. When I wake up, I will still be sad. It is easy to see the sky, but difficult to see Iraq.

After Zhu became a wife, her husband didn't understand that she was obsessed with poetry because she didn't like needlework, and she couldn't communicate spiritually with her who was proficient in poetry and calligraphy. Daily life after marriage gradually becomes boring. This poem is about women's longing for men. "Heaven is easy to see, but Iraq is hard to see!" Words come to an abrupt end in bitter words, just as the strings stop when the piercing melody reaches its climax. Although the rhyme ends at the end, the lingering sound of sadness and music vibrates in people's spiritual space for a long time.

Huanxisha listened to the chrysanthemum floating in the wind and fooled by Huang Lu

Five Dynasties: Gu Xun

Courtyard chrysanthemums float topaz dew, cold sand clings to build by laying bricks or stones, when can we meet on a good night?

The phoenix on my back shakes red wax drops, the fragrance warms my dreams, and the morning bell on my pillow scares me.

This word revolves around the description of dreams, eulogizing the suffering of women in boudoir who left acacia. The first two sentences of the last movie explain the cold and decadent scene at midnight in late autumn, render the quiet environment atmosphere, and draw out women's dreams. When Will We Meet in the Night reveals the lucky feeling of meeting a lover in a dream, and the yearning wish is finally realized in the dream.

The next film turned to describe the warm and quiet scenery in the boudoir, but the last sentence "I feel afraid of the morning bell by my pillow." When I woke up from my dream, I felt more melancholy, and I saw the sadness of thinking of my wife.