Poems about dreams in the Book of Songs 1. Ancient poems about dreams
Famous ancient poems and sentences about writing dreams
1, how much hate, last night in my dream. It's like swimming to the garden in the past. (Li Yu. "Looking at Jiangnan")
2. The fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang)
3, so I look for it in a single pillow, and the dream is burning even if it is not a lamp. (Ouyang Xiu. "Yulouchun, I don't know your distance after parting")
So I think of you, old friend, you are the bane of my midnight dream. (Meng Haoran. Summer is thinking about Xin in Nange)
5, tears can't dream, and the temple sings until midnight. (Bai Juyi. Gong Ci)
6. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. (Li shangyin. Golden)
7, Meng Xiao and sparse clock, floating clouds. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao)
8, night dream suddenly home, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing. (Su Shi. Jiangchengzi)
9. I didn't know I was a guest in my dream. I was greedy. (Li Yu. Langtaosha)
10, the dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears in my eyes. (Li Yu. Midnight song)
2. Ask for poetry or ancient prose about dreams.
In my dream, I climb to the top of the mountain and the clouds are different in depth.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons, storms on mountains and rivers? The deep forest shook the top floor.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
3. What are the poems about the word "dream"?
Inlaid harp
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream
Tang Libai
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
Autumn Dreams
Dondum
The cold wind blows high and the moonlight is full of anvil.
The night is broken, and the beauty thinks deeply.
Lonely autumn is full of fortresses, and a dark leaf leaves the forest.
I'm looking for a job again, far from home.
Mengze
Don
In the dream, the wind and rain are bitter, and the king of Chu is buried in the city.
I don't know how much singing and dancing can do, but I have thinned the palace kitchen to a waist.
Meng Xiao
Li Qingzhao
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds;
Because anqisheng, green flowers are everywhere.
Autumn wind hooligans blow out jade well flowers;
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons.
A beautiful woman with drooping hair, good looks and beautiful language;
Laughter and sophistry, live fire to cook new tea.
Although there is a lack of metaphysical skills, amusement is endless;
Life is like this, why go home?
Get up and fold clothes and sit down, covering your body, tired by noise;
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, two endless thoughts, unforgettable lonely graves, nowhere to talk, a desolate place, even if we meet, we don't know how to sit on our temples, such as frost, and dream of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is dressing up without words and caring for each other, but every year tears are expected to break our hearts, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Langtaosha
(Li Wei)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Midnight song
Yu Li
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone!
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
Coffee senna
Yu Li
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong;
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
The seven laws of untitled
Lu Xun
It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.
In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.
Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.
There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight is like water.
4. There are classical poems describing "dreams".
Poetry about dreams: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Philip Burkart": The moon is now full of the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Li Bai dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu: My heart and dream are in Wu and the moon, and I cross the Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Countless peaks and more valleys, there is no road, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
Du Fu's Moonlit Night: In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: flies fly on the throne, and he meditates in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey: Until her brother went to war, then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty faded.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Su Shi's dream: there is something in the circle, so there is no round space to enter the well. If you don't believe in the true shape of heaven, you should be poor first.
The chain has been solved wonderfully, and no amount of tricks will help. The kotow asked my father-in-law to smile. Who is the obstacle to passing?
Text: According to rough statistics, Wen wrote more than 30 poems about dreams, Li Yu wrote 13, Yan wrote more than 40, and Su Shi wrote as many as 55. Other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui and Wu Wenying also wrote poems about dreams. Yan's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they are drunk for those years.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy": thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, reluctant to go home? As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi's Dream on the 20th day of the first month" is unforgettable if you don't think about it for ten years. 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
This poem is the first mourning poem in literary history. The writing time of this word is February 20th.
At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou, was dissatisfied with its immigrants, and was quite depressed. He lives in Michigan thousands of miles away from home. In this case, it is even more sad for him to mourn his dead wife.
This poem expresses the author's deep memory of his dead wife. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative.
This eulogy uses various artistic techniques, such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, narrative sketches and so on, to express deep and persistent nostalgia for his dead wife. Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, died in the capital Bianliang in the second year of Yingzong Zhiping (1065) and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.
It's been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his lament over the bumpy career and ill-fated fate in the past decade.
The whole word is divided into three layers with dreams as clues. In the last film, I wrote my thoughts before dreaming, showing my deep affection for my dead wife.
The sentence "even if" contains the sadness of frustrated official career. The first five sentences of the next movie are about meeting in a dream.
Express the affection between husband and wife with small details of life. Xiao Xuan Window Dressing is like a close-up of the head, which implicitly shows the beauty and affection of his dead wife.
The emotional capacity of "caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears" is very large. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, with deep feelings and sad artistic conception.
Wu Wenying Night Tour Palace: People go to the West Building to bid farewell to their dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. Clouds are thin and stars are thin.
Listening and understanding, building a river bridge, unfinished business. It's raining early outside. How much frost is it on the fine weave? Said the little girl didn't know.
How many people are old when they go to Chang 'an and Qiudeng? Lu you visited the palace at night, remembering the dream and sending the soul to Bo: The snow is clear and chaotic, sleepwalking, I don't know where? An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.
Sleeping in a cold lamp, the sound leaks from the moon. I promised to be in Wan Li.
Who knows? Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's Night Palace: The sunset shines on the water under the leaves, and the waves are light and heavy.
The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes. Standing for a long time, watching the dusk and lighting up the city.
At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying. Don't fall in love with single.
Who knows? For Xiao Niang, a book is a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's introduction to Jiang Mei: (In winter in Chen Bing, I want to stay in Liangxi, but I can't, because I dreamed of it. )
It is easy to leave this world for a long time. See plum branches.
I suddenly miss you a few small windows that dreamers carry with them.
I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around. Cold current invasion unknown.
Wet red hates ink shallow printing. Bao Zheng is empty, and geese fly by.
It's empty to go shopping in the street.
5. A poem about dreams,
I am chasing the footsteps of a dream, chasing the shadow of a person. He suddenly stood in front of me, but I began to hesitate and dared not approach. It seems that I have been expecting something but I am afraid. Dream is a wonderful thing, which can interpret a person's wonderful drama. Those who have done it, those who once wanted to do it, and those who want to do it now have all changed their ways. It's a pity that no matter it's a tragedy, it's a comedy show, and only you are watching it. Maybe the dream is just a mirror, reflecting another true self. Those depressed feelings are hidden. Here, find yourself an exit and an excuse for debauchery. Maybe that's the only reason why I'm too tied down. The light before dawn will awaken dreams.
I am chasing the footsteps of a dream, chasing the shadow of a person. He suddenly stood in front of me, but I began to hesitate and dared not approach. It seems that I have been expecting something but I am afraid. Dream is a wonderful thing, which can interpret a person's wonderful drama. Those who have done it, those who once wanted to do it, and those who want to do it now have all changed their ways. It's a pity that no matter it's a tragedy, it's a comedy show, and only you are watching it. Maybe the dream is just a mirror, reflecting another true self, those depressed emotions, those faint desires, just looking for an exit for yourself here and an excuse for your debauchery. Maybe that's the only reason you're too tied down. The light before dawn will wake up the dream, and the hazy consciousness will gradually blame itself for always dreaming, as if the dream just now had nothing to do with you. It's hard to say whether to really blame or pretend to bury yourself. In fact, there is no need to tell whether a dream is a dream or not. The emotion in the dream, no matter how real and profound, will never be carried by memory, just like the wrinkles when the wind blows over the water. Calm down and leave no trace. Du Fu in Tang Dynasty slept in February, but didn't sleep alone at night. Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.
At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger. Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.
I dreamed that Du Fu Road in Tang Dynasty was blocked and the country was lonely. The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away. If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them. You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
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 filled the capital, and you were brilliant, and you were 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.
On August 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again. Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Answer Meng Shan Tie Tang Bai Juyi's dream. You've traveled thousands of miles, and it's none of my business for two years. Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard.
In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent. When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains.
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey. I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring.
Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes. I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? Dream Pei Xianggong Tang Baiju was born and died for five years, and his dream came true overnight.
Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace. Like gold and purple, clear ice and jade.
Diligent housekeeping, care for each other like life. Knowing that it is a dream, compassion is endless.
Think back to what happened at that time. What happened last night? Self-study the mind, and everything becomes empty. Be a gentleman today, your nose touches your chest.
Dream of going up the mountain Bai Juyi dreamed of going up Songshan at night, and went out alone with a quinoa. Thousands of rocks and valleys are visited in one week.
If you didn't get sick in your dreams, you would be healthy as a teenager. I have realized that God has returned to the beginning, but I am still the same shape.
I began to know that there was nothing wrong with form and spirit. Both form and spirit are illusory, and dreams are not true.
Although it is awkward during the day, it is quite comfortable to go at night. Since day and night are divided equally, what are the gains and losses? Bai Juyi, a dreamy Tang Dynasty, got a melancholy breeze in the morning and the water in Chuanchuan was cut off.
I don't know why I dreamed of you three times last night. Dream fairy Tang Baiju is easy for people to have a dream fairy, and the dream body is clear.
Riding a white crane with two red flags in front. Feather clothes are fluttering, and jade bears are ringing.
Looking down from the air, the world is dusty. Gradually lose the country and divide the mountains and rivers.
The East China Sea is all white and green at five o'clock in the fierce month. In an instant, a group of immortals came and led them to Yujing.
Envy your family to be safe and serve like a public official. Pay tribute to the Jade Emperor and be sincere before kowtowing.
The emperor said that you are a talented person. Don't underestimate your efforts. But in fifteen years, you won't die.
I am both happy and surprised to say goodbye to my words. I dare not reveal the secret. I swear to live in a rock.
Love your own flesh and blood, you can't eat or drink well. Eat mica powder in the morning and essence at night.
I've been looking forward to meeting you every day for 30 years. It's been a long time in the early stage, and the crane has no sound.
Teeth are getting whiter, eyes and ears are getting smarter. Once the same materialization, the body and feces and soil merge.
Immortals believe that vulgar electricity is not feasible. If you don't have a golden face, don't list Dan Tai's name.
I preach the method of breaking the valley, but I suffer from burning the Dan Sutra. If you only ask for hard work, you can't do it at the end of the year.
Sadly, a dream fairy, a dream missed a lifetime! Dream, I visited Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty for thirty-two yuan, and dreamed of returning to Chang 'an at night to meet my old friends and relatives. It is on my left, and it is on my right.
Clouds are a day in February, and spring breeze appears hand in hand. After Jing 'anli, I dismounted to find Yuanjiu.
Yuan Jiu sat alone and smiled at me. Also refers to the West Courtyard Flower, which is the wine of Kaibei Pavilion.
It seems difficult to cherish happiness for a long time if words have their own reasons. In a blink of an eye, God was in debt.
If you feel suspicious, you have nothing to look for. The shadow of the residual lamp flashed on the wall, and the oblique moonlight came in.
Looking at the northwest of dawn, do you know Wan? You'll never see it when you're old. Scratch your head. Dreamless Tang Bai Juyi is old and dim, and spring clothes are cold after the rain.
Forget the old poems and taste the new wine. Stupidity depends on stability, and carelessness takes advantage of the difficulties of companionship.
Gradually selling fame and fortune, no dream of Chang' an. Two suspicious dreams, Tang Bai Juyi, don't be surprised to practice, worry and rejoice, don't expect to suffer.
Kong Qiu, the Yellow Emperor, had nowhere to ask because he knew that he was not dreaming. It is difficult to tell the deer from the truth, but the butterfly is in love with flowers.
If it is not a dream now, how long can it last? In the middle of the night, I dreamed of your Excellency Bai Juyi in Zhongzhou Tang Dynasty.