The poem describing "a dream" is:
In the old hometown of Jiangnan and Jiangbei, I had a dream for 3 years. -Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Crossing the Zhongjiang River and Looking at Shicheng and Crying
The world is a big dream, how many times is life cool in autumn? -Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, A Big Dream of the World"
Things are as short as spring dreams, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. -Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru's "Xijiang Moon, Things are as Short as a Spring Dream"
When a sad dream wakes up, the setting sun shines deeply in the courtyard. -Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Treading on the Sha Trail"
Li Yu's "Crossing the Zhongjiang River and Looking at the Stone City and Weeping"
The original poem is as follows:
The old hometown in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River has been dreaming for 3 years.
Wu Yuan's palace is cold today; Guangling Taidian is desolate.
There are thousands of pieces of sorrow in the cloud cage, and tears flow when the rain hits the boat.
there are four brothers with 3 people, so it's hard to sit around and think about it.
Translation:
Jiangnan or Jiangbei, it used to be my hometown. Thirty years later, it was like a dream.
The courtyards of the Kingdom of Wu in those days have now become deserted, and the pavilions and halls of Guangling in those days have also become very desolate.
Standing on a boat in the river, I can see that Xiuyan in the distance is shrouded in clouds, just like my sad clouds. The rain beat on the returning boat like my tears falling line by line.
There are four brothers and three hundred family members. At this time, we can't bear to sit around and think about our mistakes.
Su Shi's
The original poem of Xijiang Moon, A Big Dream of the World is as follows:
The world is a big dream, how cool is life in autumn? At night, the wind leaves have sounded in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
a cheap wine often worries about fewer guests, and the moon is often hindered by clouds. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look sadly at the north.
Translation:
Everything in the world seems like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, and there are a few more silver wires on your brow.
wine is not good wine, but it worries about fewer guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look sadly at the north.
Zhu Dunru's
The original poem of Xijiang Moon Things are as short as a spring dream is as follows:
Things are as short as a spring dream and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Don't worry about hard work. Everything has a destiny.
fortunately, three glasses of wine are good, and every flower is new. Laughing and dating during the film. Tomorrow's rain or shine is uncertain.
Translation:
Things are short, as fleeting as a spring dream. Weak human feelings are like thin clouds in the autumn sky. Don't care about your hard work, everything is predestined.
Fortunately, I met three glasses of good wine and saw a newly opened flower today. The brief happy gathering is so cordial that no one knows what will happen tomorrow.
The original poem of Yan Shu's
Treading on the Sha Trail is red and sparse, and the path is red and sparse, and the fragrant suburbs are green all over. The trees on the high platform are overcast. The spring breeze does not lift the ban, and it is misty and chaotic.
Tibetan warblers with green leaves, and swallows are separated by bamboo curtains. The incense of the stove is still spinning. When a sad dream wakes up, the setting sun shines deeply in the courtyard.
Translation:
The red flowers on the roadside are getting scarce, but the countryside is occupied by luxuriant grass, and the tree-lined high-rise pavilions are looming. The spring breeze doesn't know how to control the catkins of poplars, so that they are confused and confused.
Oriole is hidden in the green leaves, the swallows are separated from the outside by red curtains, and the quiet incense of the stove rises like a hairspring. When I woke up from a sad dream after drunkenness, the sunset was slanting in the deep courtyard.