1. In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. ——Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha Ling· Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain" Translation: Only when you forget that you are a guest in a dream can you enjoy the entertainment for a while.
2. The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes. ——Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty, "Midnight Song: How to Avoid Sorrow and Hatred in Life" Translation: I dreamed that I returned to my homeland, and when I woke up, I shed tears.
3. After the dream, the tower is locked up high, and the curtain is drooped when drunk. ——Song Dynasty Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal·Dream Queen Tower Highly Locked" Translation: Late at night, I dreamed that the balcony door was locked, and after waking up from a hangover, the curtains hung heavily.
4. When night comes, we travel hand in hand in dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can’t hold back the tears. ——Translation of "Meng Wei Zhi" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears were full of tears and I didn't wipe them away.
5. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. ——Translation of "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly who yearned for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi's dream 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. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of 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.
Ten years ago, when he was eighteen years old, he married Wang Fu, who was fifteen years old. They had no contact before. This was a typical "parents' order, matchmaker's words", Of course they are a natural match. Unexpectedly, by accident, a good relationship was created that will last forever.
Ten years later, Wang Fu died. Ten years later, it was Wang Fu's anniversary. Wang Fu entered his dream. When he woke up, he could only cry a thousand lines and wrote "Jiang Cheng Zi" in memory of his beloved wife.
Sleepwalking Tianmu sings farewell
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is difficult to find a letter;
The people of Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds and clouds may be visible.
Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.
The rooftop is 48,000 feet tall, so it tilts toward the southeast.
I want to dream of Wuyue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight.
The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.
Xie Gong’s residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are crying.
Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder.
You can see the sea and the sun from half of the wall, and you can hear chickens in the sky.
Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.
Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top.
The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke.
Thunderbolts struck, and hills collapsed.
The stone door of the cave opens suddenly.
The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.
The tiger, the drum, the harp, the luan, come back to the car, and the immortals are lined up like hemp.
Suddenly, my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh.
Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards.
When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.
An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy!