Seven Rhythms of Insomnia

The solitary lamp is just a shadow lying in bed listening, but the mind is full of thoughts but not at peace.

The birds crow on the branches and have nothing to do, while the roosters crow on the branches for personal reasons.

The wind behind the curtain stirred up thousands of waves, and the moon in the water made a sound.

There is also the sound of frogs, and I listen to the music until dawn

In front of the building, the car whistle replaces the rooster's crow, and I get up and lie down in anticipation of dawn.

When you want to count new sheep and add dogs to bark, you comb old things to disturb your snoring.

Zhou Gongxu is the master of chessboard, but Zhuangzi and I have never fought with each other.

I don’t want to have plans in the morning, but I am afraid that my dreams will not come true at night.

The rising sun is by the window and people are sleepless, tossing and turning and torturing;

The deaf ears can distinguish the neighbor's language, the brain is confused and the cicadas are singing in the hot summer;

Hold your breath for several seconds The sheep's alchemy is exhausted, and the water and clouds are floating in reverie;

All difficulties in the world can be overcome, but sleeplessness is in vain.