1. Ancient poems beginning with the word "meng"
Yuangong Ci (13 poems) Author: Zhu Youdun Mengjue The candles on the silver table are broken, and the wind and snow in front of the window are full of carved railings . Because I thought the quilt was too thin and I slept in the same clothes, the fire was cold and the gold was cold in the middle of the night. Category: Poems ending with cold. Awakening from a dream. Author: Zhu Yingchen. Awakening from a dream, it’s the fourth night of the night on a square bed, and the waning moon makes the twilight shine through the paper window. After several gentle oars were heard crossing the lake, the neighbors entered the city early again. Category: Poems at the end of the city Miscellany Author: Zhou Ding I was so excited that I wrote the poem in my dream, but when I woke up I had forgotten all about it. There are no traces of hidden bananas and wild deer in the spring, but the silver lanterns cut off the rain at night. If you don’t believe that there are no horses in the world of mortals, it’s shameful for you to pile up the bed. When we wake up and are drunk, we will not laugh at each other. The puppets will learn from the teacher and see the end of the world. Category: Verses at the end of Chang. Ask Zhang Zijun for a painting on silk. Author: Yang Shiqi. The dream recalls that the Henglu is heavy with purple emeralds, and the jade hibiscus must be relied upon to build a nest. Tian'en couldn't teach him how to throw the silk, but the picture of Goose River made him even more angry. Category: Poems at the end of the poem: I heard the wind and rain in the forest at night, and on the first day of the morning, it was the place where the ninth love came. Author: Xu Ji I dreamed of a clear night, and the sound of wind and rain in the forest pond. With an open mind and timidity, I sit on a pillow and talk to myself. The Double Ninth Festival is the right day, and I am excited about the timing. Judo Fang Huizheng, the good name is solid and appropriate. Loulou Minghongxiang, and cool Yewei. There is only sadness when tracing the traces, and there is no trace of thoughts. When you climb high, your hair will be bright, but when you are cold, your house will be thin. Yellow flowers are all over the mountain fence, picking them up for pregnant couples. Category: Verses at the end of "The Couple". Dream writer: Xu Bi. In the dream, there are green grass and green grass, and in the painting, there are people in the spring water. Last night there was drizzle on the screen window, and the silver lamp illuminated the pear blossoms alone. Category: Poems ending with flowers. Author of Mengjue: Tao An. Mengjue is full of rain, and thousands of clicks are empty. The sound of the jade chime is cool and gentle, and it is under my pillow. The pines are soaring back and forth, and the music is played elegantly. This body is lying in the sky, looking proudly at the Dongting wilderness. Creation comforts loneliness, and the meaning is written by Tao. The rest of the night breaks through the darkness, and my heart and ears are filled with joy. Qingyin answers Hongdiao, don't say that there are few people who are harmonious. Category: Poems at the end of "Widow" Bingzhou Cold Food Author: Pu Yuan I dreamed of visiting my hometown thousands of miles away, and felt that cold food was in Bingzhou. The weeping poplar tree is not an acacia tree, which will grow old if the flowers bloom. Category: Verses at the beginning and the end. He and Lin Jixi inscribed Xuanhe Hall Linhan Ganma. Author: Luo Lun. Dreaming about the oriole and the purple palace, Tianjin is empty and the heart of the cuckoo is wasted. Xuanhe Jade Chaanjun, don't ask, I am always in the West Wind Five Kingdoms Forest. Category: The poems at the end of Lin's poems are sent to Yu Bajiefu's reading place. Author: Lu Shichen. I sleep in a dream far away, and miss my love at the border of the country. The mountains sink into the poisonous fog, and the sky falls over the plains. There are oranges and pomeloes in the bookstore, and cormorants are everywhere in the fishing boat. I often remember you in the past five years, and I have been as sick as this year.
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