It rains at night on your pillow, and you can swim in Wan Li. Insects hate dreams, and light and shadow are accompanied by loneliness.
Serve the country, make plans and destroy Hu Xin. Take off next year and try Peiping in autumn.
The word "hate" is a refined word repeatedly tempered by the poet. The beauty lies in personification, which endows ordinary insects in nature with human style. The poem means that bugs don't like their masters to fall asleep, so they sing loudly. It is said that bugs hate good dreams, but poets don't hate waking their own bugs. If it is changed to "harm", "trouble" and "waste", there will be resentment. I'm not bothered by bugs because I have something on my mind in my dream. The "light and shadow and loneliness" behind it is also taken for granted.