1. What are the poems about "sleeping"
1. Written by Hanshandian Mengjue
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
I used to be homeless and accustomed to other homes, and I easily visited friends from all over the world.
I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and felt melancholy as the mountains and moon slanted.
2. Look at the moon and embrace the distance
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
3. Reading on a winter night shows Ziyu
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The ancients spared no effort in learning, and their skills were only achieved when they were young and old.
I only know that this matter needs to be carried out in detail.
4. Lotus Picking Song
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming.
5. Xin Lei
Qing Dynasty: Zhang Weiping
Creation is speechless but has feelings. Every time the cold comes, spring is born.
Thousands of red and purple arrangements are waiting for the first sound of new thunder. 2. Are there any poems about "going to sleep"
1. It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. ——From "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night" written by Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty
Translation: Although it rained sparsely last night, the wind kept blowing hard. Even though I slept all night, I was still drunk. remove.
2. Dreams will not come true until dawn, and thoughts will grow old. ——"Not Sleeping" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Translation: In the morning, I still haven't fallen asleep, and the endless thoughts make my head turn gray!
3. The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people. People are not sleeping, and their hairpins are messy on their pillows. ——"Song of the Cave Immortal: Ice Muscle and Jade Bone" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Translation: The embroidered curtain was blown dry by the wind, and a ray of moonlight peeked at the beautiful woman. The beauty has not yet fallen asleep. She is leaning on her embroidered pillow and her hairpin is messy.
4. When the day is long, I wake up without thoughts, and watch the children catching willow flowers. ——Yang Wanli "Living at leisure in early summer, starting from a nap"
Translation: As spring passes and summer comes, people are tired. When they wake up after a nap, they feel bored and have nothing to do, watching children playing with catkins flying in the air.
5. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. ——"The Great Night Work" Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi
Translation: There is a cold light in the hotel, reflecting the lonely guest who can't sleep. Why does this lonely traveler feel so miserable?
6. If you don’t get what you want, stay awake and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. ——From the pre-Qin Dynasty's "Guan Ju"
Translation: I pursue her but can't get it, so I miss her day and night. The long thoughts make it difficult to fall asleep. 3. What are the poems that describe "sleep"?
When I go to sleep, my heart is empty and my thoughts are exhausted. Recently, there are not many dreams of hometown.
--Bai Juyi wakes up early. He goes to bed with his bun in a half-breasted bun, and comes out of the hall with his corolla untidy. --Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow. I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. --Meng Haoran's spring sleep. It rained and the wind blew last night, and the remaining wine was not washed away by a heavy sleep.
--Li Qingzhao's Ru Meng Ling Words describing sleep: Ouyang Shu's sentence It's been the dream year since I left home. Liu Xuxu's poem "Returning to a dream is like spring water, lingering around my hometown."
Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams. Duan Chengshi Sentence: A plague of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn.
Duan Chengshi's sentence: I think about the nectar in my dream, and I cherish the lamp in my words. Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool and the cranes dream, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.
Zhao Gu's poem "The crane returns to Songdao and writes absolutely nothing, and the wind in Orange Island brings out the fragrance of dreams." Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream that is tired of listening to the singing of birds, when spring is over and the flowers are falling.
Meng Bin's sentence "The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it. The Qing Dynasty did not feel guilty about itself." Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: Heaven knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams.
Li Pin’s sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime. ("Bei Meng Suoyan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for a fleeting year.
("Northern Dream Suoyan"). Li Jingrang's sentence: One hundred thousand households in Chengdu are like a feather.
(See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng." (See "Chronicle" below).
Lu Zhao’s poem: You dream of the moonlit sun, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Annals").
Han Xie's Three Recollections When I recall my sleep, I am sleepy with spring dreams. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.
Tan Yongzhi's sentence "The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work in spring dreams." ("Yiseng") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul first arrived at the partridge village.
("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army Hu Feng was shocked thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage coming out.
Miscellaneous Songs and Songs by Linghu Chu·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. You are walking on the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir. Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty.
Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn. In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning.
*** Miscellaneous Songs·Liu Che There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn. The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Da Yue Yue (Shang Tune) It is difficult to shed tears, but jade is easy to sell. The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away.
Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened. After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant.
Zhang Wenshou's Dayu Le It's hard to shed all the tears, but it's easy to sell the broken jade. If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away.
Questions from the Song Dynasty Answer to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late. When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain.
Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a three-autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky. He also returned the egret feathers and rejoined the group of partridges.
Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain. I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream.
Shen Ruyun's Two Poems on a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send all the books, and I'm worried about having too many dreams. I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.
Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... The four rhymes are used to hang it. Every time I think about hearing the pure words, I face the Zen bed on a rainy night. We haven't seen each other again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall.
Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was hurt. The dream revolves around the long pine tower, burning a stick of incense in the distance.
Xu Bin Night mooring in Jingshan and meeting relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period. There is no limit to what we mean when we meet, but there are no words to say when we meet.
Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair. The pursuit of fame is easy to come late, and there is no time to go.
Xu Bin, a friend of Huainan, Hannan. I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this? I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and I hated the bells of Xianghan and Han Dynasty.
Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn. Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for seeing your appearance suddenly.
Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level. No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other.
Grass grows in the field, and springs and stone marrow flow. I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world.
Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisy-like flowers should hurt the spring of the motherland. The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor.
Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Fu Chu. I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years.
Cui Tu is pregnant with the Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in my hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering. If you want to live half your life, how difficult is it to live in one life?
The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids. In the spring of the second year, I looked back with regret, not like I was in Chang'an.
Cui Tu Qiuxi and friends gather together. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty. You should be as young as me if you are eccentric, and you will be the same as me when you sing.
After the monk returned from the moon, the poem became a guest's dream. I even heard that the cranes were in the air, and the clear dew was dripping from the green pines.
Cui Tu gave a gift of food to the monk who was off duty. If you don’t fast after hearing the bell, why should you care more about it? There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass.
There are no birds on the terrace, and there are clouds on the stone road. To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs.
Cui Tu spends leisurely time in spring reminiscing about his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How can it be that Dumen returns to his hometown in the morning and evening? The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding.
Gradually become familiar with the worldly affairs, and recall the spring of my hometown. In the south, where the water and wind are warm, white apples should grow.
Cui Tu stayed at the mountain house at the top of Lushan Mountain. Once you step out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another. A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is also a difficult one.
The old trees are buried in the clouds in the valley, and the shadows of the waterfalls outside the monks' windows are cold. I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I dream of Chang'an.
Cui Tu’s Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors at night, it’s time to go out again. It's not too early for Bai to happen, but it's too late for Qingyun to go.
Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, but Taqi was nowhere to be seen. In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it.
Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey across a thousand mountains. Beauty is only a dream, but complaints are silent.
All the guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and being shy is a false name.
Han Xie wants to leave. Fen Yun talks through the window, reminiscing about Tao Qingqing. We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave.
The hatred is deep and endless, and the favor is extremely suspicious. The melancholy Taoyuan Road can only be known through dreams.
Wu Rong sent Master Guangli home to the east. The Purple Palace has been graced with him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen. I know that the glory is just a dream, but I am willing to be ecstatic when I say goodbye.
The morning bird appears first in the Ming Dynasty, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold. If Jishan comes again, it should be old and cloudy.
Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The beginning of the moon was setting in the sky, and my dream was still lingering. The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold.
Officials will end up suffering themselves, and their life experience will be quiet and impressive. The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence.
Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight. They must live together when they live together, and they must fly together wherever they fly.
The grass is shallow and worried about blowing, and the flowers are dying but cherishing the evening light. I have long been acquainted with beautiful girls, and dreamed of people returning from far away at night.
Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free. Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn.
Dreaming about the river in the cold sky, the sound is sad with the yellow leaves. Xiao Xiao has not finished yet, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.
Dai Siyan on the fortress. The sky and the day are vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is full of dust. There is a lot of graupel snow in spring, which is a source of livelihood. 4. What are the poems about sleep?
1. I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ("Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty)
2. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. ("Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty)
3. Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will make you sleepless. (Song Dynasty - Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come")
4. It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a heavy sleep. (Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Last Night Rained and Winded Up")
5. "Sleeping Occasions" Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi before sleeping.
It will be easier to sit up and think, and who knows how happy your body and mind will be again.
6. "Sleeping in the Liangfeng Pavilion" by Pei Du of the Tang Dynasty
After a full meal, I go to sleep slowly, and a cup of new tea is cooked by Shi'er.
Take off your towel and sit on the rope bed, the sound of wind blowing and water coming to your ears.
7. "Sleeping High in the Sun" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The separation is like a dream, and the frequent visits have no name.
Lianjun lives near the south, and sometimes he travels to the mountains.
8. "Fenghe Pei Jin Gong Sleeps in the Liangfeng Pavilion" Tang Dynasty - Liu Yuxi
After Lilong went to sleep, the pearl was there, and the crane walked lightly.
There is nothing wrong with the square inch, and the sound of the water is like the sound of a jade harp.
9. "Rising from Sleep" by Tang Dynasty - Xiu Mu
The autumn rain in the sky has stopped, and I feel refreshed after sleeping.
Sitting there looking at the water and the mountains is nameless and useless.
The verses recite the thoughts of the ancestors, and the tea is crushed into last spring.
Who else knows each other?
10. "Half Sleep" Tang Dynasty - Han Xie
It is still too heavy to lift the mirror, and I am afraid of the cold when changing clothes.
The account was not returned at midnight, so I was half asleep waiting for him to look at me. 5. Ancient poems about sleeping
1. The plum leaves the teeth sore, and the plantain leaves the green and the window screen.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
From: Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Rising from a Nap in Early Summer" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty.
Translation: The taste of plums is very sour. After eating, the residual acidity still remains between the teeth. The plantains are beginning to grow, and the green shadow is reflected on the screen window. As spring passes and summer comes, the days are long and people are tired. When they wake up after a nap, they feel bored and have nothing to do, watching children playing with catkins flying in the air.
2. When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
From: "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty.
Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night, and I don’t know how many beautiful spring flowers were blown down.
3. Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
From: Song Dynasty Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th".
Translation: I lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, and thinking about defending the country's borders. At the end of the night, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding an armored horse across the frozen river.
4. My head is still heavy even after half-baked hangover, but my body feels light after taking off my winter clothes.
When I go to bed, my heart is empty and my thoughts are exhausted. I don’t have many hometown dreams recently.
From: "Xing Xing" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
Translation: I drank a lot yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, I still felt top-heavy. Just taking off my winter clothes immediately made my body feel relaxed and refreshed. After waking up, I just feel that my mood is very clear and without worries. This is probably because there are no homesick dreams and melancholy thoughts at night.
5. Sudden palpitations of the soul, sudden startling and long sighing.
Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
From: Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell/Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu".
Translation: Suddenly my soul was startled, I woke up suddenly and couldn't help but sigh. When I woke up, there was only the pillow beside me, and all the smoke and clouds I had seen in my dream had disappeared. 6. What are the poems praising "sleep"
1. "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia" Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. (Leave people to sleep: leave people drunk)
2. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and cools alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who misses the west wind and cools alone, Xiao Xiaohuang The leaves are closed and the windows are sparse, meditating on the past and standing in the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
3. "Huanxisha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Five poems were written on the road to thank the rain in Xumen Shitan. The pond is twenty miles east of the city, and it often corresponds to the increase or decrease in the clarity and turbidity of the Surabaya River.
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I feel sleepy even though I am sleepy after a long journey, and I am thirsty and longing for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savages.
4. "Begonia" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The east wind is full of light, and the fragrant mist is filled with moonlight in the corridor.
I am afraid that the flower will fall asleep late at night, so I burn a high candle to illuminate my red makeup.
5. "Complaining of Heartfelt Love: It's too late to remove makeup when you're drunk at night" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When you're too late to remove makeup when you're drunk at night, the calyx of a plum tree is inserted into a broken branch. Awakening from alcohol breaks spring sleep, and dreams are far from coming back.
The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging. The remaining pistils are removed, the remaining fragrance is twisted, and the time is gained. 7. What are the ancient poems about sleep
1. "Thanks to the Monk for Sending Tea"
Era: Tang Author: Li Xianyong
The Buddhist boy Chu Zhijian, Pick fragrance and use it as a medicine to eliminate sleep. The tea tree in Kuangshan is facing the sun,
As warm and cute as holding a flying kite in its claws. The ointment on the branches is round and round, and the branches are uneven and misaligned.
Steam it freshly in a short steamer with a basket, and grind the white eyes finely and evenly. The ancient bricks are lined with dried spring moss,
Send them to me diligently before the Qingming Festival. The golden trough is silent and the blue smoke is flying, and the red beast is roaring with ice and iron.
Lin Fengxi and Zhenzhu Spring are stirred by half a spoonful of green powder. The green clouds are lightly fluttering around Hunan'e's servant girl.
Even if I try to support the heavy pillow, the butterflies are lonely and empty.
2. "Two Wild Geese"
Era: Yuan Author: Ma Yu
In the first update, you must be professional. Sit quietly and watch. Don't let the apes play. You must first reduce sleep. The sleepy heart is scattered, and the blue sky is exposed. The merits of Hengsha reach a thousand levels. It takes a lot of hard work and the work is done well. Non dryness is natural.
3. "Insomnia"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
Old eyes sleep less, and they live in the forest in mist and rain. After a hundred years of old age and death, everything will be settled.
The shining fireflies penetrated the curtains, and the clanking iron passed through the door. If you want to hear the rice plowing clearly, you will sigh for Min Liyuan.
4. "Sleepless Winter Nights"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
Old eyes sleep little, and the empty village is desolate with frost and dew. The sound of clanking is heard, the iron is knocked, and the number of crowing cocks is heard.
When the moon comes in, I know that the window is broken and the quilt is only in the low roof. Tomorrow morning, when the cooking rice is all gone, I won’t be able to stand up.
5. "Lying in the Day and Day in the Yuan Dynasty"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The rain continues to fall in the Yuan Dynasty, and I lie in the empty hall with sorrow. Su Min is not clear about it, and he is lazy again when he wants to get up.
The bed was made of felt and felt, and Wu Ling was embraced warmly. The residual fragrance is thin and green, and the soft red flame is short.
Although I have little sleep, I have many happy conversations. It's already dusk, and I smile and call for a cup of tea. 8. Poems about sleeping
Linjiang Immortal. Returning to Lingao at night Su Shi
After drinking in Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk, and returned as if it was the third watch. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying! The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Zhuge Liang's poem in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms":
Who wakes up from the big dream first? I know myself in my life. I sleep enough in the spring in the thatched cottage, and the sun gets late outside the window.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm. Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, not feeling sorry for himself,
Still thinking of guarding Luntai for the country.
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain,
The iron horse glacier comes to sleep.
Meng Haoran sleeps in spring
Sleeps in spring without realizing the dawn
Hear birds singing everywhere
The sound of wind and rain at night
Falling flowers How much do you know 9. Ancient poems about sleep
Meng Haoran at Spring Dawn
When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm. Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, he did not mourn for himself, but still thought of guarding the Luntai for the country.
At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
Langtaosha Li Yu
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn.
In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
As the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth.
Drunk Flower Yin Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Sleepwalking Tianmu sings farewell to Li Bai
Haike talks about Yingzhou, the misty waves are dim and it is hard to find a letter;
The Yue people talk about Tianmu, the clouds may fade away. see.
Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.
The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted 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.
The sun can be seen from half of the wall, and the sky chickens can be heard in the sky.
Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. 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 and it looks like it is raining, and the water is still and it looks like smoke.
The columns were struck by thunderbolts, and the hills collapsed.
The stone door of the cave opens suddenly.
The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
The neon is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the 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 the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to 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. You must ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.
An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!
Jiangchengzi Su Shi
Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are boundless,
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. .
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamed of returning home.
I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees.
Hope this helps. There are also many beautiful poems, you might as well calm down and read them when you have free time. 10. What are the poems about "sleeping"
1. "Hanshandian Mengjue" written in the Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang was once a homeless man who was accustomed to living in other homes, and he easily traveled to the far corners of the world.
I dreamed of Jiangnan in front of the lamp, and felt melancholy as the mountains and moon slanted. 2. Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is far away at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. 3. Reading on a winter night shows how Zi Yu came to the Song Dynasty: Lu You, the ancients, spared no effort in learning, and only when they were young and old did they achieve success.
I only know that this matter needs to be carried out in detail. 4. Lotus Picking Song from the Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus splayed to both sides of her face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming. 5. Xin Lei Qing Dynasty: Zhang Weiping’s creations are wordless but sentimental, and spring is born every time the cold comes.
Thousands of red and purple arrangements are waiting for the first sound of new thunder.