1. Verses about pursuing dreams
Verses about pursuing dreams 1. What are the ancient poems about pursuing dreams
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Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
When night comes, we travel hand in hand in dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we cannot hold back tears.
The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for eight years.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai is confused?
I dream about playing with you hand in hand at night, and I wake up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City. Missing you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand, and I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that the underworld is so dim and dim?
2. Untitled · Come with empty words and disappear without a trace
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Come with empty words and disappear without a trace, the moon is tilting upstairs at five o'clock.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was 10,000 layers away from Pengshan!
You said that we would meet each other in vain, and after we said goodbye, there was no trace. When I woke up, the moonlight shone in the sky above me, and I could hear the first ringing of the dawn bell. In the dream, I was crying because of my injury, and it was hard for both of us to call out. After I woke up, I studied the ink but it was not thick, so I wrote a letter quickly. The remaining candle half illuminated the gold and jade bedding, hazy; the musk scent penetrated the hibiscus-like gauze, soft and gentle. Back then, Liu Lang had already resented that Pengshan Mountain was far away; where you are going is even farther away than Pengshan Mountain!
3. Title: Qingcao Lake, Longyang County
Yuan Dynasty: Tang Gong
The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and the Xiangjun had many white hairs overnight.
After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
The autumn wind is blowing hard, and the water of Dongting Lake seems to have aged a lot. After a night of melancholy, Mr. Xiang should also have more gray hair. After getting drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying on the Milky Way.
4. Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
The two have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I imagined that the moonlit graveyard with small pine trees growing there was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
5. Two Dreams by Li Bai·Part 2
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer does not arrive for a long time.
I have been dreaming of you for three nights, and I have seen you personally.
It is often awkward to return home, and the journey is hard to come by.
There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.
If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.
The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.
The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.
Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.
The clouds in the sky float here and there every day, but the old friends who have traveled far away have not returned for a long time. I see you in my dreams many times at night, which shows your deep affection for me. The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how difficult it is to meet you. Navigation on the rivers and lakes is full of dangerous winds and waves, and you are worried that your boat will be capsized and sunk. When I went out, I scratched my head full of white hair, regretting that I had failed to live up to my lifelong ambition. The capital is crowded with dignitaries in high-end cars and beautiful clothes, but you are extremely talented but look haggard. Who can say that the justice of nature does not deceive others, but innocent people are affected in their old age. Even if he has a long-lasting reputation, it is difficult to compensate for the neglect and sorrow he suffered.
2. What are the poems about dreaming?
The water of Jinjiang River is green and fragrant, and the music is flying and bright at the banquet.
The poem is full of orchids and the fragrance falls on the peacock, and the writing is elegant and elegant, and the clouds and dragons dance. Frost is gradually arriving on the banks of Huanhua Stream, and the Wanli Bridge is empty.
Lean alone on the upper floor and look at the ancient trees, whose branches are all dyed red. (Looking for Dreams in the Lotus Country) Green mountains, pines and cypresses, roaring rainbows, dreaming on my pillow, awakening from empty words, chanting bamboo festivals, high eagles soaring, rhymes, unable to sleep, traveling around the world, going to the Qishui River, taking pictures for thousands of years, thinking hard, everywhere, singing alone, the waves flowing, now a little bit of fog hurts The moon rises above Zhuda Cangqiong Lake, and boats on the waterside hear the sound of "Oh" one after another.
I once recalled the nineteen warm ways, but now I only realize them in my dreams. The sun is at the foot of the mountain, the cake is in the river, and the apology is two lotuses on both sides.
Can you pick up and stop on the Black and White Trail? Last night there was a cicada on my pillow. Thousands of mountains, one day the sky is cloudy, and the rivers are winding across the stars.
If you want to ask how pure you are, the sound of catalpa trees accompanies the moonlight. A thousand years of love, a hundred years of life, the mountains and rivers rise and fall in the Sutra Pavilion.
As for the amount of obsession, the Spring and Autumn Period leaves daily lessons. Bodhi tree, mirror stand, a branch of red plum planted in the snow.
Nanshan should be my place to go. The sky is full of stars and the courtyard is open.
The earthly grass is also the Buddha's country, and the two hearts are wide in the green bamboo rain.
Beishuiyuan is also the place where I came from. There are lotuses and lotus flowers all over the place. The body is tired, the mind is also sluggish, and Lu Lang's temples are even worse than before.
Who in the world looks like me? Wearing a green shirt makes the rain come. The love is still there, the righteousness is still there, and it is especially important to be friends with each other now.
How can I hear mountains and rivers like you? Two-legged commoners make trouble in the world. Brotherly love and righteousness are still there, and this heart can only be open to Wutong.
I never look towards the Jiaohe River, I would rather be buried in the soil under the leaves. The heart of acquaintance is pure in winter and summer. Fu Yi left Fenghuang's home alone.
Who will know when I am drifting alone? The sweet and broken body is white and the sand is ringing.
3. Ancient poems containing "Looking for dreams"
Working tirelessly all my life, separated by tears in the vast distance, I will eventually leave my loyal soul to look for dreams. I hold a long pole to look for dreams, among the green grass. I'm going back a long way; I'm carrying the starlight on an orchid boat, and I want to roar and sing. When the song fails, I fall silently, listening to the shengxiao of parting; when the summer insects leave the rest, I fall silently, mourning the Cambridge tonight. Notes on the Sadness of Guan Daiyu
The wind is rustling and the autumn air is deep, and the beauty is alone and deep in thought even though she is thousands of miles away.
I sigh at the beauty, why is my life miserable? I feel sad when I see the idiot.
The peach blossoms are falling, the catkins are floating, and the begonias are gathering together to ask the chrysanthemums for dawn.
The snow is falling, people are admiring the plum blossoms, and everyone is gone and burning poems.
I feel so groggy and my body is about to burst, but the sky is so desolate and the night is desolate.
I can’t sleep at night and worry about it, and I can’t find anything to support my dream!
I dreamed of coming to the Red Mansion, and who would agree with me when I bury the soul of a flower?
To cover up the romance and collect the beautiful bones, I know you, but who knows you!
4. What are the poems that describe the pursuit of dreams in youth?
1. "The Song of Cherishing Flowers" by Bao Junhui of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers on the branches, the people under the flowers, the poor color We are all young. Yesterday we saw the flowers blooming, today they are about to fall. It is better to have fun under the flowers and not wait for the spring breeze to blow away. The time is long when the orioles sing and the butterflies dance, and the tea is boiled in the red stove with the fragrance of pine flowers. After putting on makeup, singing and wandering, I am alone Return the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber.
2. "For Humanity" Tang Zhenggu
The lonely Luan is wet with tears and the mirror is dim at dawn. It is only recently that I appreciate my youth. The apricots and willows are beautiful every year, and I can't bear to look back at the old photos. .
3. "Gift to Guo's Consort" Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty
The young captain is the most romantic, and he will pay homage to the marquis when he is twenty years old. The golden-judged cockfight passed Shangyuan, and the jade-whipped horse rode out of the catalpa tree. .Xun Ling incense is pity for young people, Fu Fenhe Lang is puzzled. At dusk, the flute is played on the willow street, and passers-by point to the Phoenix Tower in the distance.
4. "Encouragement to Learning" Tang Meng Jiao
Strike the Stone There is fire, and there is no smoke when it does not strike. People only know when they learn, and it is not natural if they do not learn. Everything must be done by its own destiny, and it is not me who is wise. Youth must be born early, how can you grow young.
5. "Sending Li Qing Back to Huayangchuan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The son of the Immortal Family of Boyang has a youthful appearance. The sun and moon are in the secret spiritual cave, and the clouds leave the world. He transforms his heart and nourishes his essence, and hides his innocence. Don't live for a thousand years. Farewell, return to the new city.
6. "March at the Palace" by Tang Li He Thousands of days are long.
7. "Farewell to a Friend" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
Ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is fighting for their lives. Youth cannot be retained, white hair will naturally appear. Night raindrops Homesickness, the autumn wind comes from farewell. Fifty miles away from the capital, there is the sound of galloping horses chasing roosters.
8. "Unknown" by Han Han of the Tang Dynasty
The eyes, minds, and hearts are not yet over, but they are finally planned in secret. Make an appointment with Qinlou. It is difficult for us to meet each other because of the time, and the emotions can make people unable to be free. The fragrance must cover your knees at a distant night. When you are bored, you should scratch your head with jade. The cherry blossoms are withered and the pear blossoms are in hair, and the heart is broken and the youth is full of sorrow.
5. What are the poems with the theme of "Searching for Dreams in Hometown"
What are the poems with the theme of "Searching for Dreams in Hometown"
Dream Seeker
Dream Flowers will bloom,
Dreams will bloom beautiful flowers:
Go and ask for priceless treasures.
In the blue sea,
At the bottom of the blue sea,
Hidden deep is a golden shell.
Go and climb the nine-year iceberg,
Go and sail the nine-year dry sea,
Then you will meet the golden shell.
It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky,
It has the sound of wind and waves on the sea,
It will make your heart intoxicated.
Keep it in the sea for nine years,
Keep it in the sky for nine years,
Then it blooms in a dark night.
When your hair is stained,
When your eyes are dim,
The golden shell spits out peach-colored beads.
Put the peach-colored beads in your arms,
Put the peach-colored beads on your pillow,
And then a dream quietly arises .
Your dreams have bloomed.
Your dreams have bloomed delicate flowers.
When you are getting older. .
My dream
My dream lingers under the green cypresses and weeping willows in the Jiangnan water town
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In the long echo of the bells of the ancient temple
The chaotic thoughts lingered in confusion
The bitterness and pain remained like the patter of raindrops
On the mossy stone road
My dreams were once full of fantasy
The wings of youth are flapping
Trying to have a piece of blue sky to soar
Colorful dreams
Like a ray of warm sunshine
Through the thick clouds
Silvering in the lonely heart
Like a spring breeze blowing across the face
Blowing through the frozen wilderness
Awakening a sleeping dream
The passion and hope of a young man
It seems to still appear in the depths of my memory
When I wake up from the dream
My eyes are soaked with tears
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The setting sun casts a faint luster on the top of the crescent-shaped sand dune
Bringing endless magnificent reveries
Confusing dreams
Transformed into an antelope and struggled to climb up
On the rugged path
Running non-stop
Transformed into a camel and struggled hard
In the desolate desert
Traveling hard
Meteor streaking across the deep night sky
However, the mood of the dream
Still confused and disappointed
Endlessly entangled
My dreams have been piled on top of each other
My dreams have been torn into pieces
My dream is no longer coherent
My dream has bid farewell to its immaturity
In this autumn rainy morning
My dream has faded away from the rose color
My dreams have become so pale
Beyond the constraints of time and space
The brilliance of reason is shining
6. About "Searching" Is it a poem about "dream" experience to express the dream situation or mood?
Theme: A gust of wind
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Author: Pitch Howl Published on: 2006-11-22 17:34:48 Reply
Topic: A gust of wind [Read ：69]
I want to turn into a gust of wind
I will find you gently
I dare not stay in the beautiful night
Float straight to your window
Slip through the crack in your careless door
Sneak in
I pretend to be an angel at night
Calling you
Lightly closing eyelids
But you never woke up
Only in a dream
Write a line of surprise
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So I gently wrote a line of poetry in your empty hand:
When the plum fragrance wakes you up
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In your dream
Been here