There is a poem about dreaming +0. What are the ancient poems about dreaming?
1, Mengwei
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?
You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any trace.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
In those days, Liu Lang had long complained that the mountain was far away; You go to more places than the mountains in Shashaling!
You say meeting is empty talk, and then you disappear; When I woke up, I heard the bright moonlight upstairs and the bell rang in the morning. Don't cry for the injury in your dream, both are hard to say; After waking up, the ink was not strong and I wrote a letter. The candle half shines on the bedding of Jinyu, hazy; Musk smoked through the hibiscus-like gauze curtain, soft and gentle. At that time, Liu Lang had long held a grudge against the distant Pengshan. Where you go, it's thousands of miles away than Pengshan!
3. Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County
Yuan Dynasty: Tang Palace
The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair.
Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.
The autumn wind blows hard, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. When I was drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying by the Tianhe River.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th 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 a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, 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.
5. Li Bai's two dreams. Second.
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.
2. What are the poems about dreams?
Jinjiang water is green and fragrant, and the banquet is full of flying souls.
Poetry is fragrant, peacocks fall, pen lines are elegant, and Yunlong dances. The frost is falling on the banks of Huanhua River, and the banks of Wan Li Bridge are empty.
Look at the old trees by yourself, and the branches are all red. (He Xiang dreams) Castle Peak pine and cypress, Changhong pillow dreams, empty words wake up, chant bamboo knots, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant.
I used to remember nineteen warm ways, but now I only dream. When the sun sets, the cake is in the river, and apology is the word on both sides of the lotus.
Can you pick up the black and white path? Last night, I was at my pillow, especially the cicada. It's a sunny day in Chung Shan Man, and the river winds through the stars.
If you want to ask how pure you are, listen to the sound by moonlight. A thousand years of love, a hundred years of round, mountains and rivers ups and downs in the sutra depository.
To say how stupid it is, let's leave a Japanese class in the spring and autumn. Bodhi tree, mirror platform, a red plum planting snow.
Nanshan should be my place. The sky is full of stars and hedges. Worldly grass is also a Buddhist country, and two hearts are wide in the rain.
North Shui Yuan is also my hometown, and lotus flowers can be seen everywhere. My body is exhausted and my heart is depressed. In the past, Lu Lang's temple was even worse.
Who is like me in the Jianghu? A blue suit caused the rain. Love is still there, and righteousness is still there. It is especially important to be friends today.
What do I hear about mountains and rivers? Two-legged cloth makes the world an ocean. Brotherhood, righteousness, this heart is only open to phoenix trees.
Never look across the river, preferring to be buried under leaves. Knowing each other, in winter and summer, Yi Fu left Phoenix's home alone.
Who knows how to drift alone? I am willing to break my body and sing sand.
3. Ancient poems containing "seeking dreams"
I have worked tirelessly all my life, and I was in tears. I finally left my loyal soul to find my dream, I supported my pole to find my dream, and the grass was wandering; Carrying the brilliance of the stars to the blue boat, I want to shout and sing. The song can't be quiet, don't listen; Summer insects are lonely, and tonight they mourn Cambridge. It hurts to read Daiyu's notes
The wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away.
Why sigh for a beautiful woman's life? It's sad to see a stupid place.
Peach blossoms fall, catkins float, and Haitang associates and asks Xiao Ju.
Snow is everywhere, people are everywhere, people are everywhere, and poetry is burned.
I am sleepy and my body is splitting, but it is a bleak night.
I can't sleep at night, but I can't rely on it!
Who has the same dream to go to the Red Chamber to bury flowers and souls?
Cover up romance and collect gorgeous bones. If you know you, who knows you?
4. What are the poems describing the pursuit of dreams in youth?
1, Tang Baojun emblem of "Xi Huayin"
Flowers bloom on the branches and under people. Yesterday, the flowers were still burning, but now they are withering. Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to be blown away by the wind, it is better to appreciate the flowers. The flowers are fragrant and boiled in a red stove. After the makeup, Xiangzhi returned to the bridal chamber alone.
2, "for the people"
Tears are wet and lonely, and it's only recently that I know how to cherish my youth.
3, "Gift to Guo Sima" Don Li Duan
Youth is the most romantic, and after 20 years, he will worship Hou when he has a successful career. The golden distance is from cockfighting to the garden, and the jade whip rides long. Xiang Xiang and Xun Ling are even less sympathetic, and Fu Fen and Lang can't understand his heart. At dusk, he plays the flute and weeping willows, and passers-by give directions to Fengtai.
4. Tang Mengjiao in Persuasion
Striking stones is fire, but it can't produce smoke. When people start learning, they don't learn unnatural things. Everything must be done by himself, and he must be virtuous. Youth must be early, so he can't grow into a teenager.
5, "Send Li Qinggui to Huayangchuan" Tang Libai
The son of Boyang Xianjia looks very young. The moon and the moon are mysterious caves, and Xia Yun died. He changed his mind and kept his innocence for several years. Never say goodbye in one thousand, back to the city.
6, "March Palace" Tang Lihe
The canal is full of red walls and the wind is petite. Ye xuee's makeup. The curtain is several times old and young and can be locked for thousands of years.
7. "Send a friend" Tang Dumu
Ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is fighting for life. Youth cannot stay, but white hair grows naturally. The night rain drips homesickness, and the autumn wind follows other feelings. Fifty miles away, the horse chased the chicken.
8, "Unknown" Tang Han Wo
I've been waiting for a long time, but I'm finally going to ask Qin Lou out in secret. Time is too bad to satisfy me and my mood is not free. I will definitely cover my knees with incense at night and scratch my head when I am bored. Cherry blossoms will make me feel like a pear flower, and youth will be heartbroken.
5. What are the poems about "Dreams are in my hometown"?
What are the poems about hometown dreams?
Dreamer
Dreams will blossom,
Dreams will bloom charming flowers:
To find priceless treasures.
In the blue sea,
At the bottom of the blue ocean,
There is a gold shell hidden deep.
To climb an iceberg for nine years,
Sailing on the dry sea for nine years,
Then you met the golden shell.
It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky,
It has the sound of waves at sea,
It will enchant your heart.
Put it in seawater for nine years,
After nine years in Tianshui,
Then, it blooms on a dark night.
When your temples are covered with spots,
When your eyes are blurred,
Golden shells spit out peach beads.
Put the peach beads in your arms,
Put the peach beads on your pillow,
So a dream came out quietly.
Your dream has come true,
Your dream has come true,
When you are old.
My dream
My dream lingers under the cypresses and weeping willows in the south of the Yangtze River.
My dream came to my hometown, fragrant Shan Ye.
In the long echo of the bells in that ancient temple
Confused thoughts are confusing and lingering.
Bitterness and pain are like rain.
Stay on the mossy stone road.
My dream used to be full of fantasy.
The wings of youth are flapping.
Strive to have a soaring blue sky.
Colorful dreams
Like a ray of warm sunshine.
Through the thick cracks in the clouds
Lonely heart oblique
Like the spring breeze blowing in your face.
Blowing through the frozen meta-leaves
Awaken a sleeping dream
Passion and hope of teenagers
It seems to be looming in the depths of my memory.
awake from a dream
Tears soaked my eyes.
My dream is to spread my arms in the desert Gobi.
The afterglow of the sunset is on the top of the crescent-shaped sand dune.
Have a faint luster.
Bring endless magnificent reverie.
A confusing dream
Become an antelope and climb hard.
On the rough road
Keep running
Become a camel, struggle
In the desolate desert
Tread hard
Meteors streaked across the quiet night sky.
However, the mental state of dreams
But I am still confused and disappointed.
Endless winding
My dreams are layered.
My dream was torn to pieces.
My dreams are no longer coherent.
My dream has bid farewell to immaturity.
Early morning in autumn rain.
My dream has faded from the rose color.
My dream has become so pale.
Through the bondage of time and space
The light of reason is flashing.
6. A poem about the experience of chasing dreams to express the situation or mood of chasing dreams?
Theme: A gust of wind
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Author: Song Touxiao published in: 2006-11-2217: 34: 48 Reply.
Theme: A gust of wind [Reading: 69]
I want to be a gust of wind
I'll find you gently
I dare not stay on a beautiful night.
Drift directly to your window
From your careless door
fade in
I pretend to be an angel at night.
Call you
Gently closed eyelids
You never woke up.
Only in dreams
Write a surprise line
So I'm in your empty hands.
Gently write a line of verse:
When Xiang Mei woke you up,
I
In your dream.
always be here