1. Poems about bedtime
Poems about bedtime 1. Poems about sleep
Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran Tang< /p>
When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Like Meng Ling
Song Dynasty by Li Qingzhao
Last night it was rainy and windy. I slept hard and could not drink up the remaining wine. I asked the person behind the curtain, but he said, "The crabapples are still the same." Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!
Half asleep
Han Xie Tang
It’s still too heavy to lift the mirror, and it’s too cold to change clothes.
The account was not returned at midnight, so I was half asleep waiting for him to look at me.
Sleeping high in the sun
Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty
The separation is like a dream, and the frequent visits are not known.
Lianjun lives near the south, and sometimes he travels to the mountains.
I hope you will adopt it, thank you O (∩_∩) O
2. Poems about sleeping
Picking mulberries
Sleeping in the wine room The sky is fragrant and warm, and the embroidered doors are open.
The fragrant seal turns to ashes,
I stand alone with my back on the cold screen and trim my old eyebrows.
Hazy but lying in front of the lamp,
The moon lingers outside the window.
The first return of Xiaomeng,
A night of east wind brings early plum blossoms into bloom.
Staying idle in early summer and waking up from a nap
The plums are sour and soaking the teeth,
The bananas are green and covered with window screens;
The days are long and ruthless when sleeping Thinking,
Watching children catching willow flowers.
The Heavenly Fairy
Returned late at night and was drunk,
He still didn’t wake up after being helped into the tassel.
Drunk and drunk, the musk orchid is harmonious.
I was shocked to sleep, laughing,
How much can a long life have?
3. What are the poems about "sleeping"
1. Hanshandian Mengjue's work
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
I used to be homeless and accustomed to other homes, and I easily visited friends from all over the world.
I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and felt melancholy as the mountains and moon slanted.
2. Look at the moon and embrace the distance
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
3. Reading on a winter night shows Ziyu
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The ancients spared no efforts in learning, and only when they are young and strong can they become mature.
I only know that this matter needs to be carried out in detail.
4. Lotus Picking Song
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming.
5. Xin Lei
Qing Dynasty: Zhang Weiping
Creation is speechless but has feelings. Every time the cold comes, spring is born.
Thousands of red and purple arrangements are waiting for the first sound of new thunder.
4. Poems about sleeping
Linjiang Immortal . Returning to Lingao at night Su Shi
After drinking in Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk, and returned as if it was the third watch. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying! The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Zhuge Liang's poem in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms":
Who wakes up from the big dream first? I know myself in my life. I sleep enough in the spring in the thatched cottage, and the sun gets late outside the window.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm, Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, not feeling sorry for oneself,
Still thinking of guarding Luntai for the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
The iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Meng Haoran sleeps in spring
Sleeps in spring without realizing the dawn
Hear birds singing everywhere
The sound of wind and rain at night
Falling flowers How much do you know
5. Poems about people sleeping
"Thousands of Years·Half of the Screen" Song Huihong's
Half of the Screen. Lip redness fades while sleeping. Spring thoughts are chaotic and Fang is heartbroken. There is a jade hairpin left in the bun, and no tassels are visible. Try and ask, who is the right person to show off today? Xiangpu once attended the same meeting. The hand slapped Luogai lightly. Doubt is a dream, it still exists today. A lot of spring is easy to end, but a little love is hard to change. There are so many things, but the hatred is as far away as the sea of ??clouds.
Zhang Kai
The swallows are busy and the orioles are lazy and fragrant, and the willow flowers are falling on the embankment. Flying and dancing wildly, stippling the green forest, without any thought. Take advantage of the leisure time and go to the deep courtyard quietly. The door is closed every day. The beaded curtain is loose and about to fall down, and is lifted up by the wind in front of me.
The beautiful woman in the orchid tent is sleeping, wearing strange spring clothes and snow-covered embroidery. The embroidery bed is full of spins, and there are countless fragrant balls, which are round but broken. Every now and then I see bees, sticking their backs to light powder, and fish swallowing the pond water. Looking at Zhangtai Road, Jinan is wandering, and there are tears.
6. Looking for poems or ancient texts about lying in bed or sleeping
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier coming into my dream.
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of the company's trumpet blowing. This is the word... Ouyang Pu's sentence It's been a long time since I left home.
Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.
Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.
Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.
Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel guilty about itself.
Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams. Li Pin's Sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime.
("Bei Meng Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").
Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng."
(See "Chronicle" below). Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy with spring dreams.
The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.
("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.
Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking up the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir.
Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn.
In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Sixth Cheer There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.
Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn.
The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is full of homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.
The moon goes with the moon, but the dream soul is far away. Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened.
After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, but jade is easy to sell.
If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late.
When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain. Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.
He will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain.
I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I'm worried about having too many dreams.
I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.
We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.
The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.
There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.
It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?
I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.
Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.
No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the field, springs and chalcedony flow.
I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.
The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.
I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.
Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The grass is pure and clear, and the acacia has orchid.
Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.
You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.
I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave a gift of food to the monk who was on vacation. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?
There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.
To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?
The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.
The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.
A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of leisure is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.
I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I wish to have peace in this dream. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.
It is not early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Mengwei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.
In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.
Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.
We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.
The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.
I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.
If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.
The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.
The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.
They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.
I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not freedom.
Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.
Xiao Xiao is still here and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is clear, the day is vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is still there.
There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams.
I have always been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, who can say I have come to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Feng back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.
The mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are singing in spring.