Poetry with dreams What is a poem with dreams?

1, Caoqinghu, Longyang County Yuan Dynasty: Tang Palace. The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way. The autumn wind blows hard, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. When I was drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying by the Tianhe River.

2. "butterfly lovers Dream into Jiangnan Waterway" 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.

3. The Autumn of Golden Gate in the Five Dynasties: Niu Xiji. Autumn is dusk, overlapping Guanshan Road 7. Where the horse shakes the whip, the bird is covered with frost. Dreams break the bells and drums of the Forbidden City, and tears fall on countless pillows. A little red mist, the moth is silent. When we parted, it was autumn dusk, and the mountain was heavy on Lian Changlu. When a horse brays, where do you run with a whip? Birds silently watch you go away, and the frost is full of trees. The bells and drums in the Forbidden City shake dreams and recall the past. When I woke up, there were countless tears on sandalwood pillow. A little red sun is like blood, deep red mixed with thin morning mist, but Cui Mei is locked with sorrow but no one tells.