1. Poems about dreams
Ouyang Fu's poem It's been the dream year 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 Cheer 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.
Solution. 2. Ye Ningxi’s most classic sentence
I smiled bitterly, I used you to deal with him, he used me to attack you, and you used me to take revenge on him.
This is really a vicious cycle. If he doesn't stop, I won't stop. If I don't stop, you won't stop either.
Each of us is a link in this cycle, interlocking and entangled. When we get old, we will hold hands together, you stay with me, I stay with you, and we die quietly together... Sometimes I wonder, can the story between him and me be called love? If so, the speaker may not like it, and the listener may not agree, because no one wants to blaspheme love.
If not, how should our story be defined? trade? use? conspiracy? trick? It seems that it is not enough to cover the ambiguity between me and him. Meeting me is your doomed misfortune.
My darkness has saturated your heart, my despair has dried up your spirit, and my resentment has exhausted your life. Just like that, little by little, I will eat you like a nibbling whale! I looked at the clock, she had been away from me for 356 minutes, and I missed her every minute.
I looked at the clock. She had been away from me for 782 minutes, and every minute and second was torture. Ningxi, you are not a poppy, you are my flower of heaven... Every time I see cherry blossoms, I will think, is it a kind of sadness or happiness to die at the most beautiful moment of life? "Si Ye, how far is forever?" "Further than death."
"Is it really further than death?" "Yes, it is further than death." Behind love is tragedy and despair.
I can give up everything for you, but I will not fulfill your wish. Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of in this world.
Even if you go to hell, I will be with you. I will cry for him, laugh for him, be happy because of his tenderness, and feel lost because of his cruelty. If this is love, then I love him.
Si Ye, if I can’t stay with you for the rest of your life, I will stay with you for the rest of my life. You can be sad, but you don’t need to despair.
Because, as long as the sun rises from the east as usual, my soul will pass through the majestic glow and look down at you in the world. Ningxi, if you can't accompany me for the rest of my life, I won't be sad or despair.
I will accompany you through the colorful clouds and overlook the world. If we can watch the sun rise from the east together, does it mean that we can welcome the light together? Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and relax, time flies by between my fingers, the 22nd autumn of my life.
People say that autumn is a season suitable for farewell, and the whole world will accompany you in sadness. So, leave, in this season of falling and losing.
If life is a stage, I have completed my role, and now, I should call the curtain... There are many unbearable pains in life, which are realities that we do not want to face directly. When that moment comes, we will cry, we will be sad, and we will run away.
However, we have to face that reality. After half a lifetime, I suddenly look back and feel alone.
Some people say that life without vitality is a ruin. Then I am just a withered grass on the ruins. After falling, I am blown away by the wind without leaving a trace.
Soon after, spring came back and it was no longer my season. There will never be another spring in my life.
Its previous owner was the man who looked down upon the world, was noble and extraordinary, but repeatedly compromised and gave in to me, and his heart turned to gray and shed tears because of my coldness and alienation; he was the man who was strategizing, shrewd and cunning. , but is willing to be plotted and used by me, willing to hand over his life to me, just in exchange for my smile; the one who no matter where I go or where my heart is, still waits hard, just for a warm hug, Sweet soothing person. According to legend, I am destined to be in debt in this life! ——Ning Xi missed Chuan Zhi’s words. On the day of separation, the whole world was him.
On a bright day, looking at the vast blue water and blue sky, sometimes I miss him, sometimes I miss him very much. ——Ning Xi missed Si Ye and looked at the blue sky and white clouds through his shoulder. At this moment, Bei Yue, my poor little brother, I really want to say to you: If one day I really Leaving you, you see the sky is still so high and the white clouds are still so handsome, you don't need to be sad.
My soul will pass through the magnificent glow, looking down at you in the world and the person I love. With my pure white soul that has been separated from the dirty body, I pray for you devoutly.
I hope you will never forget me in this life... - What Ningxi said to Beiyue If I were not Xuanyuan Ningxi, and I did not have a dying body, I could let myself linger here. In the arms of longing, he slowly died. If I were not Xuanyuan Ningxi and didn’t have a complicated and complicated heart full of worries, I could risk everything to get him to accompany me to the ninth hell.
If I were not Xuanyuan Ningxi and had not made so many mistakes and owed him so much affection, I could honestly ask him to give me a ride and enjoy the end of his life in his desperate sorrow. Tenderness. However, since I am Xuanyuan Ningxi, I am destined to do things that are contrary to his expectations and wishes. This is fate.
——Ning Xi meets Si Ye Ning Xi again, do you know how I have lived these three years? The pain of broken bones devours my bones like a poisonous snake every stormy night. At times like this, I will always think of you.
I want to retaliate against you severely, but it’s really weird. Every time I see you, I forget everything.
Forgot how painful it was, how much I hated you, and how much I wanted to take revenge. As long as you are here, it seems that you don’t care about anything and you can give up anything.
Don’t leave me again, please, I really can’t live without you. ——Si Ye imprisoned Ning Xi before saying that love is blue and desire is black.
What about the sky? What color is the sky? Will there be sunny days in my world? This bed has become the deepest island in my soul, as if all the darkness in the world is concentrated here. I am trapped on this island, facing a desert alone.
Talk to the desert and cry to the desert. The man in front of him is also a desert, and so is the future. There is nothing, just a desert.
——Ning Xi was brought back to the Island of Death by Si Ye. From the beginning of her life, she was waiting for it to end. The time between life and death is only a moment, as brief as a meteor streaking across the night sky.
At the moment of falling, I don’t know whether it is pain or happiness? However, on this starry night, I want to ask you, my dear lover, are you happy now? Desire to live, or to die? ——Ningxi The moment before dawn is always so dark. After darkness, is there light? Why even open it? 3. What are the ancient poems that express one's own feelings by writing about dreams?
Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell by Li Bai
Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is hard to find a letter in the dim sky. The people of Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds and clouds may be visible. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 18,000 feet high, so it tilts toward the southeast.
I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are singing. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can hear chickens. Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed. The stone door of the cave opens suddenly. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums, and harps are playing, and luanans are returning to the carriage, and immortals are standing in rows like hemp. Suddenly his soul palpitates and his soul moves, he suddenly gets startled and sighs for a long time. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.
The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.
An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy! 4. Poems about dreams
1. Life is like a dream, a statue is like a moon in the river.
——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" Interpretation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay tribute to the eternal bright moon. 2. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
——"Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty Translation: Last night I dreamed of flowers falling on the pond. Unfortunately, I couldn't go home after half the spring. 3. When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
——Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Broken Zhenzi·Composing a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu" 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 year, and the horns sounded one after another. 4. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
——"Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty Translation: The wind is blowing and snowing outside, awakening the soldiers from their sleep and reminding them of their longing for their hometown. , there is no such voice in my hometown. 5. Lying down late at night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier.
——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "A Storm and Rain on November 4th" Translation: The night was almost over, I was lying on the bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed in a daze that I was riding a horse on my back. Armored horses crossed the frozen river. 5. "Jade Butterfly", a collection of ancient poems
"Jade Butterfly", a collection of ancient poems
Jade Butterfly Chao Buzhi
Secretly recalling the heroic spirit of youth, dying Scenery of southern China and Pengdao. Drunk and leaning against King Wu's palace, I can't understand the sadness. The dance is still carefree, the waist is as small as a willow, the song is timid, and the sweet words are like a spring. Good forest pond. The 玳玳玮玭玮玮玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玳玭玭玭玭玭玭玭玭玭玭玭
Qing Kuang. A dream in Yangzhou, a thousand days in Zhongshan, all fame and wealth are forgotten. Looking back at the past, all the joy in my eyes turned into sorrow. Get rid of the boat-dazzling, chaotic flowers and running water, leaving behind the quiet and cold grass on the empty river. Sad and sad. The dusk clouds are broken, and the green temples turn into frost. Jade Butterfly Chao Chongzhi
Thousands of miles across the south of the Yangtze River, when you look at Ba Bridge, you will see a faint mist. Lock all the doors, and let people go to hide in the darkness. The rain is gentle, the pear blossoms are in the courtyard, the wind is light, the willows are in the pond. Hate the length. Admiring Shen Xiangpu, the clouds dispersed in Gaotang.
Qing Kuang. I have a dream again, rubbing plums with my hands and tasting wine for the first time. Lonely after spring, the bridge is still busy. The jade hook railing will gradually become warmer with time, and the gold thread pillow will remain fragrant after a long separation. Most unforgettable. Look at the flowers in Nanmo and wait for the moon in the west wing.
Jade Butterfly Chen Dewu
Jinjing sycamores fly, autumn is approaching, and black magpies form a bridge. To ask what's going on with the twin stars, I'll wait a long time tonight. Farewell to this year, new love is on display for the time being, and the five drums are renewed, and old hatreds are shaken again. The dark soul is gone. Two feelings are connected, one is far away from each other. Loneliness. I would like to send this message to my children, even if they can laugh cleverly and laugh at their leisure. Secretly thinking about separation, the world and heaven have come to spare each other since ancient times. But the heart is strong and the sky lasts forever. Why do you mean it? It rains and the clouds rise. Burning incense. I have no chance to ride the sea, but I have the opportunity to play the flute.
Jade Butterfly Chen Dewu
What a wonderful spring and autumn, and the flowers are everywhere in the craftsmanship. It is more worthy of the clouds and rain, and the pure and fragrant posture. Drunk and supporting each other, we are sleepy from dancing in neon clothes. We haven't gotten any sleep yet, and the palace brocade is dripping wet. Does anyone know. Eyes facing each other, hearts missing each other. Lovesickness. On the crocodile gauze handkerchief, beads hang red tears, and the rouge is washed with water. Lonely in the dark, silently recalling old travel times. The five-flowered Cong carries the general away, and the two magpies report the general's return. Divination of good times. Dreaming back to Wu Gorge, spring is in Yaochi.
Jade Butterfly Qiu Yuan
The independent and soft red dust surface swallows the green mist from afar, smoothing the waves. The grass grows on the western wall, for fear of cutting off the two servant girls. The treetops are bright, the setting sun is not yet cold, the rhombus leaves are still, and the new rain has just begun to dry. Leaning on the langan. There was a sound of goose pipe, and the figure was cold. Xiu Xun Wang Sun Guiyin, Baiyun Chicken Dog, once knew Liu An. Feather fan and silk scarf, I don't know if there is someone free outside the door. The sleeves are plain and the hands are lazy, and the yellow swans are moved. The blue paper is written and the blue luan is sent in the sky. And linger. Listen to the wind and rain, mountains to the north and mountains to the south. Jade Butterfly Qiu Yuan
The dark crows in the wild trees have all returned, the plain smoke is like a drill, and the low hood is flat. Broken walls and flying buildings, red and green trees seem to be there and gone. The female wall is short and the moon cages pink pheasants. The baby's pavilion is quiet and the dust is dark and the gold pavilion is dark. Ask Qingdu. Fairy Guanghan, what will happen after we say goodbye? Worry. Ten years of dreams, light songs and short drinks, always joyful. The lonely Qin Lang couldn't bear to look at Luan Gu from the mirror. Remembering the winding path, I hold my bare hands in front of me and twist my beard frequently towards the idle window. Afraid of West Lake. The young playmate was talking about the beginning.
Jade Butterfly Gao Guanguo
Arouses a feeling of coolness, before it becomes the late rain, it will first become the autumn shade. Chu Ke is sad and disabled. Who can understand this meaning? The ancient platform is deserted, the broken clouds are shining slantly, the new dream is dark, and the moon is sparse. It’s always hard to stop. All the hatred will be shared with me alone. From now on. Tired of looking at the green mirror, it is late for your achievements and you can lose yourself in the misty forest. There is no basis for breaking the stem, and the years are falling and shocking. I think of the water shield and the water clouds condensed in sorrow, and the apes and cranes sing sadly in the idle Hui tent. The letter is heavy. Returning to my hometown, I will never invade again.
Jade Butterfly Li Bing
In terms of the talisman of the prime of life, the wind and grass are dying, and the crops are in spring. Serve the government to the heaven, return and stabilize the turtle palace. Looking forward to Yao's death and Jiuzhong Jiangque, he issued the Han imperial edict and the five-color seal. Zhan Ennong. In Jinyi Huaili, I will succeed Sangong again. Grace. Linqi's ancestral tent is surrounded by qiluo and covered with clouds. The city is full of peaches and plums, all expressing their fragrance to the east wind. The willow smoke is light, but there are thousands of tears of hatred; the flower dew is heavy, and there are thousands of cries of red. Don't rush. Let's accompany you with pearls and shoes, and get drunk with the golden clock.
Jade Butterfly Li Gang
In the eternal Moling River Kingdom, the boat is on the smoke bank, and the cloud forest is thousands of miles away. Therefore, I built a tall building and gazed at the distant water and distant cens. Jingyang bell, I can hear the old sound, Yushu sings, there is a lingering sound in the air. Feeling spring. The relics of the Six Dynasties are hard to find.
Ganquan Facong's brother Zhiyu cares about me deeply and misses me so much. Little did he know that today he is coming. I respect you, say goodbye, and drink heavily. It hurts my moral integrity, so I must chant loudly. Liu Yaojin. The light mist breaks off the clouds, and the remaining light sinks to the west.
Jade Butterfly by Li Nai
Where you look, the water is surrounded by cold clouds, leaning against the railing for thousands of miles, and the clear sunshine is shining. Meng Yanmenlan, the curtains are moved with joy and harmony. The dance is heavy, the flowers are bright and colorful, the singing fan is small, and the fragrance is warm and golden. Late leakage. Autumn dawns in the cave sky, and the wind and dew fall. Good times. The immortals were banished to a high banquet, the flowers were divided into jade wax, and the beautiful Wen Ji was listed. The jade tree faces the wind, and its branches are naturally old and full of moonlight. The wine intestines are wide, the chest is cloudy and dreamy, the origin of the word is strong, and the pen is brave to help the stream. And follow. Standing still to watch the flying edict, steady on the sand embankment.
Jade Butterfly by Li Zhiyi
See it in three letters, and the rhyme is second to none
After sitting for a long time, the lights are out, the leaves are frightened by the wind, and the first frost is reported. The years are approaching, and the color is not elixir. Stirring back the Dang, the crickets chant like weaving, leaving behind the hatred, the moonlight is like a spread. Miserable and joyless. The seal smoke is lingering, and the carved plate is spinning. How difficult. I won't come here for a few days. I'll be as happy as I am with my love. According to the promise, I always remember the clever words and the savage words. The hive of sorrow is not dense, the eyes are filled with tears, and the sea water is still sparse. It's just before midnight. Gradually the silver man moves away, and the curtain face is lowered. 6. Ancient poems or lyrics about dreams
1. The world is like a dream
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Nian Nujiao Nostalgic at Red Cliff"
2. Late at night, I dreamed about my youth
Tang dynasty
Bai Juyi
"Pipa Xing"
3. Dreams Crying makeup and tearing red curtains
Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
"Pipa Play"
4. The dream in the Jiuhua tent
p>Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
5. My Desire for Dreams Wu Yue
Tang Dynasty
Li Bai
"Sleepwalking in Heaven and Saying Goodbye"
6. Zhuang Shengxiao Dreams of Butterflies
Tang Dynasty
Li Shangyin
p>"Jin Se"
7. Last night's dream of falling flowers in the pond
Tang Dynasty
Zhang Ruoxu
"Spring River Flowers on a Moonlit Night" ”
8. Drunk and drunken at dawn
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Huanxi Sand"
9. The dream soul goes east to find mulberry elm
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Huanxi Sand"
10. The dream soul faces each other in the night< /p>
Song Dynasty
Su Shi
"Huanxisha" 7. Poems with dreams
Dream of Red Mansions
The night is not very real , just like the ever-changing things in life,
Every soul begins life as a stranger to itself,
A heart learns to perceive.
Love is like a poem, recited to the senses with the most beautiful voice.
It never stops, making people feel illusory but not illusory.
Not very real. of truth.
My name, the first fingers of lovesickness,
A life, many stories of joys and sorrows,
The first time, a lifetime.
If a person is infatuated, his heart will easily ache, and he will compare his gains and losses.
Loss often occurs, and it is so cruel that it always becomes a reality.
It makes people confused and yearning for each other. .
When the soul is dim, the world of white and black is night.
The heart is love, the color of white; the heart is lost
Black It will swallow everything up.
Love is like two poles, both day and night have the essence of night.
Life and death, gains and losses are beyond our reach.
In reincarnation, love persists.