Thousands of mountains and rivers have broken letters, and I received a poem from you today. It's rare that you love me and ask me in your dreams. I'm crazy now. I dream of those people who have nothing. They only dream of you.
I was interrupted by Qian Shan Wanshui and suddenly received one of your poems today. It's rare that you love me and ask me in your dreams. I'm sick now, and I'm confused. I only dream about some irrelevant people but I don't dream about you.
2. Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty, "Don't be in Yuan after nine years"
Fallen leaves in Yu Tong, gloomy hibiscus flowers. It's early autumn, and it's very leisurely. The situation is different from that of old friends, there is nothing wrong with it. Dark clouds don't send each other, and the heart returns to Qingmen East. There are many acquaintances, but they ask different questions. Put your heart and soul into it, and do nothing.
Sporadic light rain hit the plane leaves, and hibiscus flowers withered in the wind. In leisure and complacency, the artistic conception of early autumn arises spontaneously. Parting with old friends makes my heart no longer happy. Don't say I didn't see you off at the gate, my heart has followed you. Why do close friends ask for more? As long as they have the same heart and taste. After you left, I was left alone. Although I was in this bustling city of Chang 'an, my heart was empty.
3, "Dream Micro" (the night of August 20th, 12th year) Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
In the morning, the breeze is melancholy, and Tongchuan is without water. I don't know why I dreamed of you last night.
When Sima Ren was in Jiangzhou, he woke up a little sad. The night before, he dreamed of his friend Yuan Zhen, who was thousands of miles away. Two good friends are far away from Qian Shan and always miss each other. Bai Juyi asked reproachfully. I don't know how Yuan Zhen thought of me so much. I dreamed of him in the middle of the night last night.
4. Bai Juyi's Dream Micro in Tang Dynasty.
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and cried in the morning. I fell ill many times in Zhangpu and planted grass in Chang 'an for eight years. I miss you under the grave. The soil erodes your flesh and blood, and finally turns into a pile of loess. Although I am alive now, my temples are gray. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
5. "Appreciating Lotte and Seeing March 3" Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty
I was drunk before the flower, but I am sick before the flower today. Leaning against the broken curtain, it is a pity to waste the spring dynasty.
How happy we are to get drunk in front of the flowers at this time of the year! Today, I just stand in front of the flowers, sick, and killing the days day by day. I leaned against the broken curtain alone, and I was bored. Looking out sadly, it's a pity to waste such a beautiful spring.