Poetry about dreaming 1. Poetry about dreams
30. step on the song map
Life has been a dream since ancient times.
Dream that the sleeping lion wakes up at the end of the world.
Embark on the bumpy road of the world,
It's too easy to walk all the way.
The next thousand words are martial arts,
There is thunder between the lines.
There will be millions of heavenly soldiers,
Everyone showed great courage to me.
3 1. Spend the night in Mount Tai
I am fortunate to stay in Taishan tonight.
May it linger with the stars.
Heaven doesn't hear the words of the holy emperor,
Lying in the sea of clouds, sleeping soundly.
Who will beat the heavenly drum in the clouds,
It's no use cracking a drum.
A lifelong dream,
Why not dream for ten thousand years?
2. Poems describing dreams
The waves gurgled the rain outside the curtains.
Author: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luozhou can't tolerate five more cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Menglideng Tianmu Mountain/Badong Luduke
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible;
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
3. What poems express "dreaming"?
1, "Jiang remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
2. Li Bai's dream
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet. There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life. Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage? Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
The clouds in the sky are drifting from day to day, but the long-distance friends are long gone. I often see you in my dreams at night, which shows your deep affection for me. The difference is that you are always in a hurry and always talk about how difficult it is to meet each other. Sailing in the Jianghu is full of dangerous waves. I'm afraid your ship will capsize and sink. He scratched his white hair when he went out, regretting that he had failed his lifelong ambition. Noble cars, beautiful clothes and dignitaries fill the capital, but your face is haggard. Who can say that justice does not deceive others, and Lao Ji is innocent? Even if you have a reputation that will last for a long time, it is difficult to make up for being ignored and sad.
3, dream of Jiangnan, never hate.
Tang dynasty: Wen
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting.
Hate must be like a thread, drifting to the distant horizon. The moon in the mountains doesn't know what I'm thinking. In the green water and breeze, the flowers shake down alone. Flowers are scattered, and before you know it, the bright moon has tilted into Yun Lan.
4. "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?
5. "On my trip to Tasha, I came from Miandong to Orientation Garden Day and dreamed of being on Jinling River."
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Yan Yan is light, Yingying is exquisite, and she clearly sees Hua Xu. The night longs for changeable knowledge? In early spring, I was dyed by acacia.
Don't write in the future, don't sew at the same time, travel away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares.
I clearly saw her light figure and gentle voice in my good dream again. I seem to hear her say to me: how lonely the night is, how can you know this fickle lover? Spring has just begun, but it has been dyed red by my homesickness. Since we parted, everything she said in her letter, as well as the needlework she embroidered for me when she left, made me miss it. She came to my dream, just like Qian Niang in the legend. Her soul left her body and secretly followed her lover. I looked at Huainan in the west. Qianshan is so cold in the bright moonlight. Presumably, her soul, like the moon in the west, returns alone in the dark. And no personal care.
4. What are the poems about "dreams"?
The poems about dreams mainly include: daydreaming, Tang Du Fu is sleepy in February, instead of sleeping alone at night and short days.
Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected. At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.
Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere. Du Fu's road to Tang Meng was blocked and the country was lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties. The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it. I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them.
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.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons. Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me. The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink. When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss. On August 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Bai Juyi's dream in the Tang Dynasty came all the way in your journey, and he will keep me locked up for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard. In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains. Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring. Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? .
5. Poems about dreams
Like a dream, the rain and wind suddenly blew up last night. It rained suddenly last night, so a deep sleep needs no residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard, who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
6. 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 returned to the air to dream. 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 his sleep three times, his spring dream was a deep 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, and the wind spreads to 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, Mo Dao dreams 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.
7. Poems about dreams
No wind, no dreams, I hesitate to shake my head.
Leaving home is a dream year. Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.
You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember to sleep, my spring dream is full of drowsiness.
If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. Between acquaintances in flowing water, dreams of falling flowers are tiring.
Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Fengzhen is thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.
Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.
Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and I am fascinated by screens.
In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul.
I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from north to autumn.
Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. Tears are hard to shed, but 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. Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain.
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. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.
Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.
Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.
There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.
It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?
Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.
Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.
No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.
Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.
Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.
I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.
If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.
I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.
I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.
More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.
If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.
I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.
White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.
Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.
There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.
I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.
I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.
Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.
The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.
The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.
Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.
To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.
Zheng Zhun sent the border people to stay here for a long time, but they fainted for a long time. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge.
Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.
Wei Zhuang's sadness and avoidance of sadness are unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.
Wei Zhuang is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he is self-centered. All life is a dream. It's better to sing than to sigh.
Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.
Wei Zhuang's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.
Wang Zhenbai Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful.
Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.
Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep.
There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.
Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Bai Juyi, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard.
If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.
It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door.
Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.
A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs.
Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.
Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou.