Dream Poems in Pipa Xing.

1. Write a dream poem

The poem about dreams is 1. What are the poems about dreams?

1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowed by the emperor. (Li shangyin. "Jinse") 2. When I dream, I feel like a cloud. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao) 3. When I came to my hometown in the evening, I was dressing up in the window of Xiao Xuan. (Su Shi. Jiangchengzi) 4. I didn't know I was a guest in my dream. Last night, I dreamed of my soul. In the past, it seemed to swim into the garden. (Li Yu. Looking at Jiangnan) 7. Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. So, I searched with a single pillow in my dream, but it was not a lamp, it was burning. (Ouyang Xiu. I don't know how far you are after I say goodbye. So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.

2. Ask for a poem describing "dream"

Daydreaming Tang Du Fu was sleepy in February, instead of sleeping separately at night.

Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected. At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.

Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere. I dreamed that Du Fu Road in Tang Dynasty was blocked and the country was lonely.

The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties. The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.

If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it. I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them.

You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.

I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.

However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? . I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.

There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons. Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.

I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me. The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.

There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink. When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.

Gao Che Li Fu filled the capital, and you were brilliant, and you were haggard. Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?

Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss. On August 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again.

Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Answer Meng Shan Tie Tang Bai Juyi's dream. You've traveled thousands of miles, and it's none of my business for two years.

Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard. In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.

When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains. Because it became a southwest dream, and the dream became a fairy.

I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring. Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes.

I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? Dream Pei Xianggong Tang Baiju was born and died for five years, and his dream came true overnight. Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.

Like gold and purple, clear ice and jade. Diligent housekeeping, care for each other like life.

Knowing that it is a dream, compassion is endless. Think back to what happened at that time. What happened last night? Self-study the mind, and everything becomes empty.

Be a gentleman today, your nose touches your chest. Dream of going up the mountain Bai Juyi dreamed of going up Songshan at night, and went out alone with a quinoa.

Thousands of rocks and valleys are visited in one week. If you didn't get sick in your dreams, you would be healthy as a teenager.

I have realized that God has returned to the beginning, but I am still the same shape. I began to know that there was nothing wrong with form and spirit.

Both form and spirit are illusory, and dreams are not true. Although it is awkward during the day, it is quite comfortable to go at night.

Since day and night are divided equally, what are the gains and losses? Bai Juyi, a dreamy Tang Dynasty, got a melancholy breeze in the morning and the water in Chuanchuan was cut off. I don't know why I dreamed of you three times last night.

Dream fairy Tang Baiju is easy for people to have a dream fairy, and the dream body is clear. Riding a white crane with two red flags in front.

Feather clothes are fluttering, and jade bears are ringing. Looking down from the air, the world is dusty.

Gradually lose the country and divide the mountains and rivers. The East China Sea is all white and green at five o'clock in the fierce month.

In an instant, a group of immortals came and led them to Yujing. Envy your family to be safe and serve like a public official.

Pay tribute to the Jade Emperor and be sincere before kowtowing. The emperor said that you are a talented person. Don't underestimate your efforts.

But in fifteen years, you won't die. I am both happy and surprised to say goodbye to my words.

I dare not reveal the secret. I swear to live in a rock. Love your own flesh and blood, you can't eat or drink well.

Eat mica powder in the morning and essence at night. I've been looking forward to meeting you every day for 30 years.

It's been a long time in the early stage, and the crane has no sound. Teeth are getting whiter, eyes and ears are getting smarter.

Once the same materialization, the body and feces and soil merge. Immortals believe that vulgar electricity is not feasible.

If you don't have a golden bone, don't list Dan Tai's name. I preach the method of breaking the valley, but I suffer from burning the Dan Sutra.

If you only ask for hard work, you can't do it at the end of the year. Sadly, a dream fairy, a dream missed a lifetime! Dream, I visited Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty for thirty-two yuan, and dreamed of returning to Chang 'an at night to meet my old friends and relatives.

It is on my left, and it is on my right. Clouds are a day in February, and spring breeze appears hand in hand.

After Jing 'anli, I dismounted to find Yuanjiu. Yuan Jiu sat alone and smiled at me.

Also refers to the West Courtyard Flower, which is the wine of Kaibei Pavilion. If there is a reason, it seems difficult to cherish happiness for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, God was in debt. If you feel suspicious, you have nothing to look for.

The shadow of the residual lamp flashed on the wall, and the oblique moonlight came in. Looking at the northwest of dawn, do you know Wan? You'll never see it when you're old. Scratch your head.

Dreamless Tang Bai Juyi is old and dim, and spring clothes are cold after the rain. Forget the old poems and taste the new wine.

Stupidity depends on stability, and carelessness takes advantage of the difficulties of companionship. Gradually selling fame and fortune, no dream of Chang' an.

Two suspicious dreams, Tang Bai Juyi, don't be surprised to practice, worry and rejoice, don't expect to suffer. Kong Qiu, the Yellow Emperor, had nowhere to ask because he knew that he was not dreaming.

It is difficult to tell the deer from the truth, but the butterfly is in love with flowers. If it is not a dream now, how long can it last?

Halfway through the book, I dream straight at night. Your Excellency Bai Juyi, Tang of Zhongzhou, dreamed in front of the lamp and traveled to Banan City. Look for flowers at the ferry and temples at the back hill.

The river is clearly green, and the ape sound is still sad. The bell forbids sleeping, but you can't go to the east building.

Dream of climbing Mount Tianmu Tang Li Bai A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.

The bridal chamber of "Cen Can in the Spring Dream" started in the spring breeze last night, so this old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

Don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and become more sad after sadness. 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?

Dream Taibai Xifeng Tang Changjian dreamed of climbing nine cliffs, met Yuan Jun, and sent me to Taibai Peak, with few words and foul breath.

Jieyu is in Xinghan, and the banquet forest is closed. The eaves are green and the towels are covered by clouds.

I went to the stream, and the lonely pavilion was still in the daytime. The pine peak attracts the sky shadow, and the stone wrasse is green.

Relax your eyes and slow down your boat.

3. Write ancient poems about dreams

1, how much hate, last night in my dream.

It's like swimming to the garden in the past. (Li Yu. Looking at Jiangnan) 2. Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City.

(Meng Haoran. A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang) 3. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not a lamp, it is burning. (Ouyang Xiu. I don't know how far it is after your farewell. So I think of you, old friend, you are the bane of my midnight dream.

(Meng Haoran. "Summer is in the South Pavilion") 5. Tears are exhausted, and the temple sings in the middle of the night. (Bai Juyi. Palace words) 6. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

(Li shangyin. "Jinse") 7. Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao) 8. In the evening, I came home from my dream, and the window in Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

(Su Shi. Jiang Chengzi) 9. I didn't know I was a guest in my dream. I was greedy. (Li Yu. "Langtaosha") 10, the dream of my old country is back, and I feel tears in my eyes.

(Li Yu. Midnight song).

4. Poems describing dreams

For Ouyang Yi, this is a year of dreaming of leaving home.

Liu Shenxu's words are like spring water, wandering around his hometown. Xue Ying said, "Hua stayed in Vietnam and dreamed of returning to Qin Yue." .

Duan said that lice suddenly and violently hindered dreams, and insects called louder and louder. Duan Meng thinks in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Su Sangyi. Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams.

Xiong jiao's sentence is tired of listening to birds singing. After waking up, when spring is over, he sweeps off the flowers. Meng Bin talked about fairy birds, but returned to the air to dream. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

God knows I remember him, which made me meet him in a dream on earth. Li Pin's words only took five words, which ended his life.

("North Dream") Every sentence of Li Yuan has three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).

Li Jing said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi Mao. (See "North Dream") Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and Liaocheng with one arrow.

(See Chronicle below). Zhao Lu's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and reminds me of the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See Yuezhou County Records). When Han Wo recalled sleep for three times, the dream of spring was all sleep.

If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. TanYongzhi's sentence "Things are different, and dreams are brokenhearted and tired." .

(Yi Monk) The trace of Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the egret, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. Linghu Chu sang and joined the army. Hu Feng has five twists and turns, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.

Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Ling Hu-chu's Zaqu and two songs of Sauvignon Blanc, Xing Jun Denglong and My Dream is in My Boudoir.

Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. Linghu Chu Zaqu, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, spring sleep, screen window fans.

In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. * * * Miscellaneous songs 6. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul.

I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. * * * miscellaneous songs, long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads in the north autumn.

Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. * * * Za Ge Da An Le (Upregulated Song) Tears are hard to exhaust, and jade sells well.

Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.

Love love love, come to the restaurant. Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and jade sells well.

If you go with the bright moon, don't dream of a distant soul. Song answered a field visit to the mountains and returned to Ilo at night.

Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain. In Jingzhou, Song returned to Mengze in Lingnan. In autumn, there are clouds in the sky.

It will also be the feather of the heron and re-enter the partridge group. Zhang said that he entered Cornus Mountain on the 9th and wrote five poems, of which 5,000 were in the mountain height.

When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.

May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.

Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.

Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.

There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.

It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?

Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.

Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.

No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.

Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.

Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.

I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.

If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.

I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.

I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.

More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui rabbit gave a gift to the monk who was taking a break from food. He heard that Du Zhong is not Lent, so why should he care more?

Few people go to the hospital quietly, and go to the top of the mountain from the grass. There are no birds under the stage, and there are clouds buried on the stone road.

In order to remember the old Zen, I also dreamed of a hundred cliffs. Cui Tu lived in seclusion in spring, thinking of old events in the south of the Yangtze River. Dumen, is it a solution?

Dreams never leave the spring stone, which Lin Wei called seclusion. Gradually get familiar with the floating world and recall the old mountain spring.

The water and wind in the south are warm, so white apples should be born. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.

If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.

I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.

White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.

Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.

There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.

I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.

I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.

Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.

The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.

The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.

Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.

To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.

Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night. Dai Siyan's Rain on the River is not free unless he doesn't want to go.

Where the stars shine, the wind and rain bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves.

The rustling is not over yet, and I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan stuck in the sky, sand in the ancient battlefield.

It snows a lot every spring and lives in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows homesick tears, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed.

Never a tourist from mountains and rivers, who is a fisherman? Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan, which was like entering Wuling Creek.

The mountains on both sides of the strait are opposite, and birds sing in three springs. The wine flag flutters, and the monk's house melts with the clouds.

That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dream. Du Xunhe's gift to the Venerable Master, regardless of Zen or Dharma, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate.

Solution.

5. Ask for a poem describing "dream"