Is there any poem that describes the beauty in the dream and wakes up to find that the dream is very lost and sad?

Affection has been idle and hateful since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

Isn't it difficult to take off flowers, poor flying catkins are too falling.

Xiang Chao suddenly married Yuanyang Society, and the new sentence is like a jade screen.

Broken-hearted because of separation, tears filled the old shirt.

From the novel Flowers and the Moon by Wei Zian in Qing Dynasty.

The fifteenth poem