1. Beautiful poems about dreams
Beautiful poems about dreams 1. Collection of poems about "dreams"
1. After many years of life and death, The soul never comes to dream - "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: It has been a year since Yin and Yang separated, why have you never come to me in my dream?
2. Hearing about the envoys of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the dream soul in the Jiuhua tent was frightened——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Taizhen heard that the envoys of the emperor had arrived, and from Awakened from dream.
3. Life is like a dream, a statue still shines in the moonlight of the river - "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Translation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay homage to this The eternal bright moon.
4. Last night, I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring - Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Dynasty’s "Moonlight Night with Flowers on the Spring River"
Translation: Last night, I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. What's more, I still can't go home after half the spring.
5. When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and watched the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Broken Zhenzi, composed a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu to send it"
Translation: In the drunken dream I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various fortresses of the past, and the horns sounded one after another.
Extended information
Dream also means dream. The ancients believed that there must be a reason for dreams. Wang Fu once said, "Among the strange dreams, there are many that are rewarding and few that are ineffective." He believed that there is always a reason for dreams. The reasons for dreaming are known to be psychological and physiological, but even in these two aspects known to humans, humans still cannot explain the mechanism of dream formation.
The events and scenes formed in dreams come from people's existing cognition and memory, which include vision, hearing, touch, and feeling. All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory.
China is the first country to study dreams. More than 2,000 years before Freud, we had a monograph on dreams - "The Interpretation of Dreams by Duke Zhou". However, the interpretation of dreams in "Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams" is not from a scientific perspective.
Based on the social, scientific and technological conditions at that time, this book has considerable historical limitations in the interpretation of dreams. Among them, dreams are given the ability to analyze people's future misfortunes. However, based on today's scientific understanding of dreams, people have found that dreams cannot predict people's future misfortunes. This view first emerged from Freud's book "The Interpretation of Dreams".
When people dream, their physiological manifestations include rapid eye movements and sleep talking. It is widely recognized that dreams occur in the light sleep state of people's sleep.
Dreams are both real and illusory. Whether this is psychological or imaginary, people still cannot explain it.
Reference materials: Dreams - Sogou Encyclopedia
2. Poems about dreams
1. "Broken e799bee5baa6e79fa5e98193e58685e5aeb931333366303235 · Compose a poem for Chen Tongfu" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp and looked at the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the past, and the horns sounded one after another. Roast beef was distributed among the men, and the band played Northern Xinjiang songs. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield. The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows were like thunder, deafening. (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great mission of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!
2. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: Two people have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I imagined that the moonlit graveyard with small pine trees growing there was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
3. "Two Poems on the Wind and Rain on November 4th. Part 2" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, not mourning for oneself, but still thinking 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.
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 to fight in the northern battlefield.
4. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the wild geese filled the pond.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
5. "Die Lian Hua·Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River" Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
Dreaming of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, never meeting anyone else. There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
If you try to exhaust this love letter, it will be like a wild goose and a sinking fish, and in the end there will be no evidence. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Translation: In my dream, I walked towards the misty Jiangnan Road. I traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but could not meet the parting sweetheart. In the dream, there is no place to express the sadness and ecstasy. After waking up, I feel melancholy, all because of the dream. I wanted to express my love for you and wrote to you, but in the end the letter failed to be sent. I have no choice but to slowly play the zither to express my emotions of separation. It is difficult to express my resentment even if the zither pillars are broken.
3. What are the beautiful poems about dreams
1. Once a dream is put into action, it will become sacred.
2. No heart will be hurt by pursuing your dreams. When you really want something, the entire universe will unite to help you achieve it.
3. The most painful thing in life is waking up from a dream and having no way to go. The dreamer is happy; if he cannot see the way to go, the most important thing is not to wake him up.
4. If you have a dream and desire to start a band, here are some suggestions you may want to follow.
5. Work hard, the stars will be hidden deep in your soul; dream a distant dream, every dream will surpass your goal.
6. "Dream", believe in the power of the heart, and follow the glimmer of light to pursue that long-standing desire. Singing softly, my blazing eyes met the pain that hit my face. In the long river of time that passed by, I had no regrets just because I chased it with all my strength.
7.dreams don't abandon a painstaking pursuit of the people, as long as you never stop pursuing, you will bathe in the brilliance of the dream. Pursue, and you will bask in the glory of your dreams.
8. if you doubt yourself, then indeed you stand on shaky ground. (ibsen, norwegian dramatist) If you doubt yourself, then indeed you stand on shaky ground. (Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen)
9. Dreams are the lighthouse in the distance, indicating the direction of progress; dreams are the sunshine after the snow, warming a heart; dreams are colorful bubbles, beautiful and easy to Pass away.
4. Poems about dreams
Ouyang Fu's poem It's been the year of Mengsong since I left home.
Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.
Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dreams, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.
Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.
Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.
Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God 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 Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the fleeting years. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").
Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is 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 bright moon, and remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
(See "Yuezhou Fu Zhi"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy in 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."
("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.
Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. You are walking up 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, looking out through the screen window at dawn.
In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Sixth Clear There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.
Recently, the sound has been lost, 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 solitary lamp is like a guest’s dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken 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 Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, and jade with broken bones is easy to sell.
If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply 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 third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.
He will also take off his feathers and rejoin 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 of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry 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... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.
We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.
The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met 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 each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.
It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, 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 hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. 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 suddenly seeing your appearance. 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 fields, springs and chalcedony 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 daisies look like horns, which 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 Chu.
I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.
Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids.
Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.
You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.
I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave a gift to the monk who was off duty. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?
There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.
To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned 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, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.
The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping 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 like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.
I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.
It is not too early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.
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 through thousands of mountains.
Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.
We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.
The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.
I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.
If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.
The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was 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 side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.
I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not freedom.
Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.
Xiao Xiao is still here and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is full of traces, the day is vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is still there.
There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams.
I have always been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, who can say I have come to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Fang back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.
The mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are singing in spring. The wine flags and willows move, the monk's house aligns with the clouds.
This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost. Du Xunhe gave it to Master Linshang. Regardless of Zen and the law, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment.
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5. What are the poems about "dreams"
The main poems about dreams are:
Daydream
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In February, Rao fell into a drowsy state, not sleeping alone at night and in short days.
The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you dreams together.
The gate lane of my hometown is at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.
Ande is engaged in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.
Returning to Dreams
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The roads are often blocked, and the mountains and rivers are lonely every day.
The only one who has lived an ignoble life is old, and he has been rebelling for three dynasties.
The rain is heavy, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the water is far away.
If you don’t get your dream return, you don’t need Chu Ci’s moves.
Two Dreams by Li Bai
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.
In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news after expelling guests.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
I am afraid that this is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable.
When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black.
You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings?
The setting moon fills the roof beams, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.
The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can reach it.
The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.
I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.
Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by.
There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.
If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.
The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.
The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.
Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.
Written after a night dream on August 30th, the second year of Baoli
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
It is a joy to see the sudden release of Chenying, and the return of the world network is unknown.
Don’t forget the dream in the Quanwu Pavilion, while walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Reply to the Mountain Station Dream
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When I entered the king, I traveled thousands of miles in a dream, and I locked up my soul for two years.
Don’t forget the place where you used to sit and walk, in front of the bamboo bushes at the foot of the back hall.
Living in the Forbidden City, Dreaming about Xianyou Temple
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass in Xixuan is free from edicts, and the pines and bamboos are deep and silent.
When the moon comes out and the breeze comes, it suddenly looks like a sunset in the mountains.
Because of the southwest dream, the dream is like a wandering fairy.
When I hear the sound of palace leakage, it is like the sound of water dripping from a mountain spring.
Meng Jiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don’t come to me, the boss, to practice hard and become ashes.
My whole life’s memories are gone, why did I fall into a dream last night?
6. Poems describing sweet dreams
1. How much hate was in my dream last night. It's still like visiting Shangyuan in the old days. ——Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
2. When the clear waves fade away, Hualin begins to sing. The hibiscus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. Yan's curtains are covered with silk curtains and quilts, and Zhao's belt is covered with a yellow quilt. Acacia blocks the sound, and the dream feels like separation.
3. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming at midnight. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "The Great Summer Pavilion in the South Pavilion"
4. The wind suddenly blows, blowing a pool of spring water. In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands. The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, and I raise my head to hear the magpies rejoice.
5. Passionate but always seem to be ruthless, I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn.
6. The dawn dream follows the sparse bell, and floats on the clouds. ——"Xiao Meng" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
7. Farewell Meng Yiyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left.
8. After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the songs are heard in the front hall late at night. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Gong Ci"
9. The spring flowers faded in the forest, it was too hasty, and the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
10. In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
11. I found it in my dream when I was sleeping on my pillow, but the dream failed to become a lamp and became ashes. ——Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell"
12. Only if you don't know lovesickness in your life can you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
13. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
——"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
14. Endless lovesickness and tears of blood throw away red beans, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
15. In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. ——Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
16. Since ancient times, passion has always been full of hatred, and it is easiest to wake up from a good dream.
17. The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"
18. At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. ——"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
19. The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears - "Midnight Song" by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
20. In this door last year today , the peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
21. The bright moon is setting and the autumn wind is cold. Will old friends come tonight? Teach people to set up all the shadows of the parasol trees.
7. Famous poems about dreams
Jinse by Li Shangyin
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Xiaomeng
Li Qingzhao
Xiaomeng follows the sparse bell and floats into the clouds;
Causes and fate arise in time, and green flowers are everywhere. .
The autumn wind blows away all the jade well flowers;
The lotus root looks like a boat, and the jujubes eaten together look like melons.
A graceful girl with long hair, good looks and good words;
She fights with sophistry and boils new tea.
Although there is no Shangyuan skill, there is no end to entertainment;
With life like this, why should we return to our hometown?
Get up and gather your clothes to sit down, hiding yourself and tired of the noise;
I know in my heart that I can't see it, but I still sigh after thinking about it.
Jiangchengzi Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are boundless without thinking about oneself. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles alone in a tomb with nowhere to talk. Even if we meet, we should not know each other. We sit with face full of frost. Come at night and have a dream. Suddenly I return to my hometown. The windows are dressing up and looking at each other, speechless, only a thousand tears are shed, and the heartbroken place is full of moonlight and short pine hills every year
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 know I was a guest, and I was just having fun for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
The flowers fall on the flowing water and the spring is gone, heaven and earth.
Midnight Song Li Yu
How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy!
The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes.
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang.
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Looking at Jiangnan Li Yu
How much hatred was in my dream last night.
It still feels like the old days of swimming in Shangyuan, with cars and horses like dragons;
The flowery moon is in the spring breeze!
Qilu · Untitled Lu Xun
When the spring comes, the wives are used to leaving their young children with hair on their temples.
In the dream, there are vague tears of loving mother, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.
I can't bear to watch my friends become new ghosts, and look for poems in the sword bush angrily.
After chanting, I lowered my eyebrows and found nothing to write about. The moonlight shone like water on my clothes.
8. Poems about dreams
There is no trace when you come, and there is no trace when you go, and the same thing happens when you go.
The dream is a dream, and the dream is a dream.
Tired of heart and mind, unable to sleep, I close my eyes and dream of holding a wine cup.
The five flavors of life are good and bad, and the eyes are full of emotions when awake and squinting.
In the twilight of the year, the crickets sing sadly at night.
The cool breeze is blowing hard, and the wanderer is cold and has no clothes.
The brocade quilt was left in Luopu, but my fellow robes are against my will.
I spent long nights alone, dreaming of seeing Rong Hui.
A good man only enjoys the past, but it is in vain to be slow and generous.
I wish to smile often and return home hand in hand in the same car.
It doesn’t take a moment to come, and it doesn’t come back again.
How can it fly in the wind without the wings of the morning breeze?
The gaze leads you to look at each other from afar with your comfort.
I just lean on my heart and feel sad, and my tears stick to my door.
The sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform
The neon is the clothes and the wind is the
The sloppy drums and the harp are the Luan enters the carriage
The Immortal Man The rows are like hemp
When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, and I shouted to the white jade plate
I sent my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and followed you until the night in the west
I sang to the moon Wandering, my dancing shadows are messy
9. Poems about dreams
"I have a dream"
I have a dream
Leave my footprints in every place I like
I have a dream
Leave my smile in the mind of every stranger
I have a dream
Maybe it is not great
Maybe it is not so beautiful
But it is still in my heart
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To bring a little light to every dark corner
I have a dream
To bring a little light to every dark corner A little warmth spreads in the cold heart
I have a dream
Maybe it is not realistic
Maybe it is not that easy
But it is still brewing in my heart
Quietly!
I have a dream,
That day the world will no longer be in turmoil,
There will be no war, poverty and famine,
A happy life full of Sunshine,
The flowers of peace bloom everywhere.
I have a dream,
That day mankind will no longer be sad,
There will be no fear, discrimination and tears,
Joyful singing Resonating everywhere,
Free birds spread their wings and fly.
I have a dream,
That day the earth will no longer be desolate,
There will be no destruction, plunder and pollution
Surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers Home
The clear river is blue.
I have a dream,
That day will turn into a beautiful hope,
Let us join hands,
Welcome As this day comes,
use our love to realize our dreams!