Lu you
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
have a dream
Don du fu
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
3. Li Bai's two dreams
Don du fu
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
4. On August 30th the following 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.
5. It is forbidden to go straight and sleepwalk in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
6. Meng Peixianggong
Tang Bai Juyi
Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.
7. Don't dream after parting.
Tang Sasuke
Don't dream of parting, it will become sadder after sorrow.
I feel that my dream is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow it.
I miss my dream, but I hate being late.
Even if this is true, why not dream?
2. That poem about sadness knows that everything is empty after death, but sadness is not the same as Kyushu.
Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain: "I came from three thousand miles away. Sad autumn, my sorrow for a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. "
Liu Yong's Yulin Order: "Affection has been hurting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Qing Autumn Festival."
Don Qian Qi's On Su Ting: "In the sound, you should take thousands of photos."
It's broken Sadness.
Qiuju can't bear the strong wind, just want to be accompanied by phoenix trees. I woke up from my dream after a rest, and suddenly I saw falling flowers everywhere, and the world was silent.
The wild goose is cool in spring, and the cold wind blows home alone. I know from a distance that the cold wind is roaring in the high wall. I hope you can join hands with the desolate place and sing a sad song.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. Li Shangyin's Generation Gift
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps with anxiety.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves;
3. The poem about dreams is 1 "Broken array gives Zhuang language to Chen Tongfu" Song: Xin Qiji.
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. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade 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!
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one. Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder. (a) bent on completing the great cause of recovering the territory for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!
2. "Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang" Song Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
3. "11There were two storms on April 4th. The second part "Song Dynasty: Lu You"
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.
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
4, "Good Morning Travel" Tang Dynasty: Wen
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.
5. "butterfly lovers dreams of entering the smoke waterway in the south of the Yangtze River" Song: Yan
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
In my dream, I walked on the foggy Jiangnan road and traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but I didn't meet my parting sweetheart. The ecstasy in the dream has nowhere to tell, and after waking up, I am disappointed by the dream. I want to tell you about my lovesickness and write to you, but the goose goes to fish and sinks, and finally this letter can't be sent. There is no other way but to play the piano slowly to express the feelings of parting, and it is difficult to express one's feelings when the piano column is broken.
4. Are there any poems and songs about sadness or sorrow? Without the mighty waves and waters, it is difficult to attract sadness. Flowers sat opposite each other yesterday. Now it seems that passengers can't stand the breeze and moonlight on the river. How does the lonely shadow frost fall on the earth tonight? How many storms can Jiang Yan's Biefu and Xin Qiji's Fish? In a hurry, spring is back.
Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers. Living in spring, you will see no way back.
The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves, and release sheep in Yogyakarta by all means. Nagato incident, quasi-quasi-ceremony and mistakes, the beauty was once jealous.
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust! Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the dangerous bar, the setting sun is there, and the future is bright. Too forgetful, it is better to live and die for ten years, not to think, and never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
This is a tribute to his dead wife. Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, is young and beautiful, gentle and wise, knowledgeable and polite. She married Su Shi at the age of sixteen, and the couple loved each other.
Wang Fu died unfortunately in his early years, and Su Shi was deeply saddened by the loss of his lover. 10 years later, the author didn't know about Mizhou, and dreamed of loving his wife, so he wrote this famous piece that will be told through the ages.
Write no hate on the last film. Hanging on his dead wife, lamenting the reality and feeling sad.
Life and death are boundless, though boundless, unforgettable; Thousands of miles apart, it is difficult to talk; Even if we can meet, we don't know each other; My hair is as cold as frost because I am walking around, frustrated and sad layer by layer. Don't hate it to the highest level, and don't sigh it to the highest level.
The next part is about dreams: going home in dreams, meeting in dreams, and feeling after dreams. I dreamed of going back to my hometown and meeting my beloved wife.
The past is vivid. After waking up from a dream, his thoughts are more sad and painful, which makes people cry and breaks the heart of the obligee.
It takes a thousand turns to love without regrets. Life is a beautiful voice, slowly discovered, cold and clear, sad and painful. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Two people from one generation fight for two souls all their lives.
It is the saddest thing that people and ghosts can't meet each other. I was poisoned by nostalgia. Adults used to fall to the ground and crawl on scarred wounds. At this moment, I look numb and quiet, so quiet that I want to die in my memory. However, at this time, the pain in my cone heart can no longer be called out. Linjiangxian has been sad since ancient times, and it is far away when it is far away, and it is late to climb the water when it is near.
Evening and grass wither in autumn. Ordinary scenery, here is full of sorrow.
The situation is divided into phoenix couples with beautiful women, and tears cannot be collected. There is a brothel deep in the high city.
The world of mortals is long, and we can't bear to look back tomorrow. Sauvignon Blanc Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul. Yulouchun Ouyang Xiu spent a stormy night last spring.
Destroy the red flying tree. The heart stays in spring, and the spring scenery is ruthless and easy to go.
High-rise buildings worry about wine alone. Where did you go in spring?
I don't know the sound of dusk clouds, but Qingyang grass road. Mulan Zhang Xian is downstairs and Xue Fei is hosting a banquet upstairs.
Singing and swallowing, vocalization and vibration. There is a good man in front of you, giving everything he has.
I wonder if the curtains are heavy. The return of the horse broke my heart.
Affectionate but bitter acacia, it seems that you can still see it when you open your intoxicated eyes. No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward! ! If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
The only thing a floating life owes is death. The world knows the nine ancient roads for no reason, the west wind and the thin horse, and the heartbroken people bid farewell to the school book uncle Tang Yun Li Bai had to leave Bolt and me in the Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou, Tianya since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Changle slope gives people sad words. In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met Yugou from east to west. I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry.
One is that Cao Yemeng was as anxious as water and his white hair was as new as grass in the Tang Dynasty. Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others.
Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty. That night, I woke up and the roof was crying.
Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty haven't been born yet. They are like the hair in the city. Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
Two sad poems on the river: on the river, Weng opens the door and breaks the grass to open the door. I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old.
The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves. That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides. Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes.
On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post. Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui.
Worrying about Du Fu and Cao Jiang in the Tang Dynasty is called worrying about one's life every day. Martial arts is not a common thing. The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct.
Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely. Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick.
It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty. In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint.
There are many kinds, left bear. Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date.
I'm worried that the gathering and dispersion of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty is intangible, and the ileum is self-shaped. You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it.
General Lu thought that the autumn was far away. Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? Worry about Tang Du Fu's humble shed as a household.
Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai. Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came.
War and human affairs, looking back is sad. In spring, Tang Hancong, the golden sun flew away, the Jade Rabbit left, and the Green Temple remained forever.
Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows. Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green.
I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late. Purple Pole Palace in Changsha, sitting in the Tang Dynasty on a rainy night.
5. The sad ancient poem of dreams: Du Fu was sleepy in February, but not only at night, but also at night. Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu dreams of sunset holding hands. In my hometown, there are thorns at the bottom of the gate lane, and the princes and ministers of the Central Plains are fighting for the tiger. No official asks for money everywhere. Du Fu's dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, the road was blocked, and the country was lonely. The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties. Rain, but life has been separated again and again, from the poisonous humidity of the southern river. You didn't give me a signal from your exile until you came to me in your dream last night, because I always thought about you, and I wanted to know if it was really you, taking such a long journey. The soul comes to the maple leaf green, and you disappear in a dark fortress. Since you are in the net, why do you have wings? The moon is full of roofs, so you hesitate to take pictures. The water is deep and the waves are wide, so you can't make a bright dragon. Clouds walk all day, you can't linger for long. You dreamed of your husband for three nights, and you saw your wish with your own eyes. Going back to your home is often awkward, but the hard way is hard. There seems to be something bothering you. Our capital is full of nosy people, and you are lonely, helpless and poor. Who says that Skynet will never fail? It brings you bad luck, although you are old, with a reputation of 1000 years and a reputation of 10,000 years, when you die, what good will it do? After a dream on the night of August 30, 2002, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty turned to dust, and it was gratifying to learn that the World Wide Web was back. Don't forget the whole dream in Mu Jong, walk in the mud rain in Lingnan and answer the question: Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty walked into your dream all the way, and he will be a ghost for two years. Don't forget to sit down in front of the bamboo forest in the backyard. Sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple, Tang Bai Juyi is leisurely in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent. When the breeze appears on the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains. Because he became a dream in the southwest, he dreamed of becoming a fairy traveler. When you hear the palace leak, call a drop of mountain spring. Dream of the old Tang Bai Juyi, he never came to the boss to practice hard and was burned to ashes. He has been thinking all his life, so why did he dream last night? Bai Juyi lived and died for five years, and the dream passed overnight. Dream as before, straight to the golden palace. It is like gold and purple, transparent ice and jade. Diligence and prudence are like life. Although I know this is a dream, my sympathy is not over. What happened last night? Self-study by heart, everything is empty. Today, I am a gentleman, and my nose is covered with tears. I dreamed of going up the mountain in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi dreamed of going to Songshan Mountain at night and going out alone with a quinoa stick on his back. I go every week. I was not sick in my dream, but I was as healthy as a teenager's day. I realized that I was still the same. I realized that I was sick in form and spirit, and my mind was not sick. I dreamed that my body and spirit were illusory. Tang Bai Juyi, a dream Tang Bai Juyi, got up in the morning with a melancholy breeze, and the water in Chuanchuan was cut off. I don't know why I dreamed of Jun three times last night. Tang Bai, a dreamy fairy, rose to the sky in her dream. Riding on a white crane, suddenly the feathers fluttered and the jade was sonorous. Looking down in midair, the world is dusty. Gradually lost. Sincerity before apology. The emperor said that you are a talented person. Try not to sell yourself short. But in fifteen years, you won't die in court. You will be happy and surprised by what you said again. You dare not reveal your secret, you will swear to live in a stone. You will love your flesh and blood and your diet will be broken. Eat mica in the morning and suck the essence at night .. In my dream, I visited Yuan Bai Juyi in Chang 'an for thirty-two nights and met old friends and relatives. The loss is on my left and on my right. The cloud is a day in February, and the spring breeze comes out hand in hand. I crossed Jing 'anli and dismounted to look for Yuanjiu. Yuan Jiu sat alone and saw me talking with a smile. He also pointed to the flowers in the west courtyard, but it was the wine in the North Pavilion. It seems difficult to cherish happiness for a long time because you keep your word. God is harmonious. You scratch your head when you get old. When there is no dream, Tang Bai Juyi is old and dim, and spring clothes are cold after the rain. Old poems are forgotten and new wine is tasted. If you are careless, you should use your company. You should gradually lose your fame and fortune, and never dream of Chang 'an. Two suspicious dreams, Tang Bai Juyi, are not surprised or humiliated, and they are both worried and happy, and they are willing to come without hope. How long can I stay in my dream? In the middle of the night, I dreamed that Tang's adult was in Zhongzhou, dreaming before the lights and traveling in Banan City. Find a flower ferry and a temple to the top of the mountain. The color of the river is clear and green, and the ape sound is still sad. I am forbidden to sleep, but I can't go to the East Building. In my dream, I went to Mount Tianmu in Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai talked about Japan on the sea, but the water mist could not cover me. The Vietnamese talked about Mount Tianmu, and the clouds were different in depth, reaching into the sky, five saints in heaven, and a ladder of more than 100 miles, penetrating China and falling to the southeast. Because of it, I want to dream of wuyue. When the moon shines, I go to Yanhe River, and Xie Caotang is still there. Monkeys are singing on the blue waves. I put on Xie's first spikes and climb the blue ladder. Halfway to the sun, the holy rooster crows in the sky. Thousands of rocks are uncertain, flowers lean on stones, and suddenly disappear. Xiong Bao sings Yin Yanquan, and Li Lin is at the top. Clouds and rain, water and smoke. The column is short of thunder and landslides. All the queens of the clouds came one after another, with tigers as their pipa players and phoenixes as dancers, row after row, like hemp fields, lined with fairy images. I moved, my soul flew, I woke up with a sigh, my pillow and my mat were the lost clouds I had been in. This is the way of human happiness, and everything has flowed smoothly since ancient times. Return it when you leave, put it between Bailuyuan and Qingya, and you must ride to the famous mountain immediately. Ann can ruin your eyebrows and bend your back to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy. The spring dream of Tang Censhen's bridal chamber began in the spring breeze last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River. In the spring dream, you can visit Jiangnan, Wan Li. When I said goodbye, I dreamed of seeing Don again. When I am sad, I feel sad. I feel that my dream is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow it. I feel bitter in my dream and hate feeling late. Even if it is true, why not dream of meeting? I dreamed of Tang Changjian in Taibai Xifeng, climbed nine cliffs, met Yuan Jun, and sent me to Taibai Peak with few words. Stone wrasse is full of green flowers. It's relaxing to watch the boat, and the heart is dedicated to the birds. The spring breeze is shaking again. There are many flowers on the beach island. Minchuan dreams thousands of miles back to Tangjian West Road, and the dream soul dies overnight. The dragon will go to Bashou Beach, and the golden rooster will announce the dawn. Shang Yuan, the dream queen mother offered white jade rings, and Tang Ding dreamed of the sun.