A poem describing waking up from a dream

1. A poem about waking up after a dream

The poem about waking up after a dream is 1. A poem that expresses waking up after a dream.

1, Joan woke up from her dream and stayed there for a long time.

Li Yu, the blowless daughter of Qin Lou, a Linjiang fairy in the Five Dynasties.

Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute, so she went to the garden to see the scenery. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me and smells sweet.

Joan woke up from her dream and survived. How long did she hate that year! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming.

Explanation:

Without the beauty like Qin Mugong, the beauty of the royal garden is empty. Those flowers are so beautiful, the petals are pink and the core is gold, but only they are low or high, and no one can enjoy them with me. Maybe Dongfeng is not happy with me, so I let those flowers bloom in half.

I missed it for a long time, bored, sleepy by the window, and then fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun had set. I dreamed of the love of that year, and when I woke up, everything was empty. How long should this hatred be! A few years ago, the two were dependent on each other in the weeping willows, but now they can't meet each other. I only get along with her temporarily. It's really short Like a dream, I'm still too lazy to think about those things.

2. When I wake up, the West Building is deserted, and the rest can be seen through the curtain.

"Xiang Ling Yong Yue Er" Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin

Unlike the silver moon, the moonlight reflects cold light, and looking up at the clear sky in the night sky supports a jade plate. Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry.

The faint white powdery mildew on the golden steps is like a thin layer of light frost flying on the jade pillar. Wake up in the west wing is silent, only the waning moon in the sky can look into the distance through the curtain.

Explanation:

Unlike silver and moonlight, I look up at the clear night sky to protect a jade plate. In the moonlight, the thin plum blossoms exude a strong fragrance, and the silver willow branches seem to have been dried by dew. I thought that the faint white powder was painted with gold steps, as if a thin layer of frost was flying on the jade strip. When I woke up from my dream, the west building was silent. Only the waning moon in Zhongtian can be seen from a distance through the curtain.

3. wake up hibiscus. The eaves are near, and Yupei Ding Dong is doubtful.

"The new geese pass through the makeup building, and the water lilies wake up" Song: Wu Wenying

Wake up, fleur. The eaves are near, and Yupei Ding Dong is doubtful. Cuiwei flowing water is the destination of parting. Song's flowers are thinner, and her feelings are more bitter than autumn. At dusk, the clouds meet and there is no sign of the flood.

Yicheng let the guests go at that time, recognized the old traces of Yan Ni, and returned to heaven. The night worries, and the lamp wails. On a cold night in the river, the maple resents autumn, fearing that it will flow heartbroken. Clouds are far away, moths are expected, and autumn fragrance is in the middle of the month.

Explanation:

Wake up from sleep and see the blooming hibiscus flowers. Near the eaves, the wind chimes make people think that it is the sound of Meiyu. After parting from my beloved, mountains and rivers seem to have her shadow. Song Yu is sad for autumn, probably as thin as autumn flowers. At dusk, Yun Lan was densely covered, but Zheng Hong never appeared.

In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Hun asked his concubine to be a piano player because she was old. The old traces of the Swallow House are still discernible, and the setting sun shines on the empty building. Late at night, I miss my lover more. Crickets groaned on the broken wall outside the lamp. At night, the river is cold and the maple leaves are unwilling to be blown by the wind. Lovers write poems on the leaves and float away with the water. Going to my concubine is far away, and it is expected to sweep the beauty of the eyebrows, under the irradiation of the cold moon.

4, wake up, chicken crow.

Taibai Tomb of He Xinlang and the Story of the Qing Dynasty Scholars: Huang Jingren.

What makes people old? Just a few places, the remnants of mountains and water, hanging around. This is where Violet buried her bones, and the house is near Xie Jiazhi. Always like this. What good can it be to ask for the name of my husband? Make a picture, the four kings draft.

In my dream, I came to see you yesterday and smiled. Make the Millennium and Penglai shallow, and tell each other about the old tour. Later I even asked who looked like me. I said, E68A 847A 686964616F3133431353265: Only talents are as few as you. There is also an island in the cold suburbs. After saying this, I watched your longbow go away, and I was as light as a bird. Wake up from a broken dream and the rooster crows.

Explanation:

What makes people so old? Residual mountains and flowing water came to the grave to mourn. This is where Violet buried their bones, and Xie Shu also built a room not far from here. Scholars are all the same in the end, turning into a pile of loess, and the grave is covered with weeds. Mr. Wang's poem is so famous, even if he writes it at the grave, how good can it be? Just think carefully and make a poem about thinking about you.

I met you in my dream yesterday, and I was fortunate to hear about my husband's life. Mr. Meng asked me: Is there a scholar behind me who is similar to me? I replied: I am less talented than my husband. Only simple and lonely poems. As light as a bird, I bowed deeply and watched you leave. Suddenly woke up with a crow.

5, the dream is unclear, why bother to wake up.

"Too often cited, the wind comes late to ring the flower bell" Qing: Nalan Xingde

You are late, and the wind will ring the bells. People are in Bishan Pavilion. Sadness is unbearable. That's even more complicated, the sound of spring rain.

No trace, boring mood, who said it was sentimental? If you can't dream clearly, why wake up?

Explanation:

The wind came late and the flower bell rang. People who are already full of sadness in Bishan Pavilion can't hear the bell, and the sound of spring rain is even more unbearable.

You have nowhere to find, I am bored, and I can't tell anyone who cares about me. Even dreams are always vague, so why get up early?

2. Poems about dreams

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 he talked about his dream in the air. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

God knows I remember him, which made me meet him in a dream on earth.

Li Yuan sentenced the personnel to 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 Dream of the North)

Juyuan Yang said that three knives dream of Yizhou and one arrow takes Liaocheng. (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")

Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the rooster, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. ("Word Jiemu")

Ling Huchu's "Hehe Joining the Army": Hu Feng's five songs "Thousands of Miles Away" are shocking, 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, the wind scattered in the north and 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.

Wei Zhuang is worried.

Avoid worry and worry, and worry will be unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples. No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke,

Adan is drunk.

There are many poems about dreaming. The poem above is an ancient poem and a description of modern vernacular Chinese. The following one is kind of.

A midsummer night's dream lamp is floating, and the piano music sounds like a careless person kicking down a bucket of glass beads. My mind is blank, and the bleak night makes my face look pale, as if the interpretation of life and death whipped my thin body. I remember in the early days, I asked Heaven and Earth to give me a white coat. Weave more beautiful lies in white and red, immerse yourself in the beauty of lies all the time, and quietly forget the besieged reality.

You can look for it yourself, hehe.

3. What poems describe waking up from a nightmare?

1, "Wandering in the Palace at Night, Remembering the Host's Soul"

Song dynasty: Lu you

The snow is clear and messy. Sleepwalking, I don't know where I am. An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

Sleep in the cold light. Sound leakage, moon-slanting window paper. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the sideburns are broken, the heart is not dead.

In the snowy morning, the crisp horn sounds one after another. In my dream, I don't know where I come from, but I have a custom here. The brave steed is silent and looks like a torrent rolling forward. Oh! I can't help but think of the border scene of Xiongguan River, the Wild Goose Gate occupied by Jin people, and the distant Qinghai border!

Wake up and open your eyes at night when the cold lights are shaking and the sound stops. The moon reflected the window paper obliquely, and it was dawn. I still believe that Wan Li will go to all hail the king. But now who can understand my heart? Although time has ruthlessly destroyed my temple, I will never die of my ambition to serve my country!

2. Li Bai's two dreams (I)

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.

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.

The water depth wave E5A48DE 588B6E79FA5E9819331334313436662 is wide, so it is impossible for Xiaolong to win.

Parting for death often makes people cry, but parting is often more sad. The mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are a very popular place. Why is there no news of the demoted person? Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know I will always remember you. Now that you are in prison, how can you fly to this land in the north?

I'm afraid you won't be a ghost in your dream. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Life and death are hard to estimate. The soul floats in the Qingfeng forest in the southwest, and the soul belongs to the black land of Guanshan. The moon falls and shines all over the beams. I see your face is haggard and confused. Please be careful when traveling in deep water waves, and don't fall into Longkou.

3. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?

There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.

After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn.

When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, the house leaks and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn?

How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai?

Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!

4. "Reward Lotte for dreaming often"

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Thousands of mountains and rivers have broken letters, and I received a poem from you today. It's rare that you love me and ask me in your dreams.

I'm crazy now. I dream of those people who have nothing. They only dream of you.

I was interrupted by Qian Shan Wanshui and suddenly received one of your poems today. It's rare that you love me and ask me in your dreams. I'm sick now, and I'm confused. I only dream about some irrelevant people but I don't dream about you.

5. "Dream Micro"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.

I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?

4. What are the poems about "waking up"?

1, [Song] Wang Zhi's "The Red River in the Sunset"