1. Are there any classical Chinese essays about dreams?
The classical Chinese essay "A Dream of Huangliang" is an allusion to "The Pillow Story" of the Tang Dynasty:
Kaicheng In the seventh year, Lu was born, named Ying, with the courtesy name Cuizhi. On a reverse journey in Handan, I met Lu Weng, a Taoist, and he lamented his poverty. The old man took a pillow from his bag and taught him. He said: ‘This pillow will make Zirong feel comfortable! ’ At that time, the master was just steaming millet, and his wife had his head cut off. He dreamed of it in his pillow, so he went to his home. Within a few months, he married a daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe. So he promoted Jinshi, tired of officials, moved military envoys, and defeated the army. He served as prime minister for more than ten years. His five sons were all officials, and he had more than ten grandchildren. His concubines were all from prominent families in the world. He died at the age of over eighty. When I woke up, the steamed millet was not yet cooked. The stranger said: "Is this a dream?" ’ Weng laughed and said, ‘The comfort of life is also like this! ’ After being caressed for a long time, he bowed his head and thanked him before leaving. "After this Huang Liang dream, Lu Sheng realized something great. Instead of going to Beijing to take the exam, he went to the mountains to practice Taoism.
Full text translation:
During the Tang Dynasty, a scholar named Lu, also known as Cuizhi, was called Lu Sheng by others.
One year, he went to Beijing to take the exam. On the way, he stayed in a hotel in Handan, where he met a Taoist priest named Lu Weng and expressed his feelings about life to him. After hearing this, Lu Weng took out a pillow from his pocket and gave it to Lu Sheng, saying: "You can sleep on this pillow at night, so that you can dream well." "
It was already late, and the shopkeeper began to cook yellow rice. Lu Sheng began to sleep according to the Taoist priest's instructions, and he soon fell asleep. In his sleep, he After returning home, a few months later, he married a woman from the Cui family in Qinghe. She was very beautiful and had more money. Lu Sheng was very happy. Soon he was promoted to Jinshi again. He became a Jiedushi envoy, defeated the Rongjun army, and was promoted to prime minister for more than ten years. He successively gave birth to five sons, all of whom became officials and achieved fame. Later, he had more than a dozen grandsons. He became a big family in the world and enjoyed endless glory and wealth. However, when he was in his 80s, he became seriously ill and was in great pain. He was about to die and suddenly woke up and realized that it was just a dream.
At this time, the yellow rice cooked by the shopkeeper was not yet cooked. Lu Sheng felt very strange and said: "Is this a dream? After hearing this, Lu Weng said: "Isn't the direction of life the same?" "
After this Huang Liang dream, Lu Sheng had a profound enlightenment. He no longer thought about going to Beijing to take the exam, but instead went into the mountains to practice Taoism.
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Poems that remember dreams: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan": The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they wake up in love at night. The candles are full of pity, and the clothes are moist. "Yin Liu Farewell": I wanted to fly across the Jinghu Lake all night to see the moonlight, and send me to the Yanxi River. Crying.
Wearing Xie Gong's sandals, we climb up the Qingyun Staircase. We can see the sea and the sun, and we can hear chickens in the air. It's dark. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and the chestnut trees are deep and green. The clouds are green and the rain is coming, and the water is full of smoke.
< p> The stone door of the cave opens in the middle, the blue sky is vast and bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform.The clouds are like horses, and the kings of clouds are coming and going. The drums and the luan are coming back, and the immortals are standing in rows like hemp.
Suddenly the soul is shaking with fear, and I feel that the pillow is missing.
Du Fu's "Moonlight Night": Tonight, I only see the moon in my boudoir. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. Leaning on the empty window, the tears are dry.
Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret": The fireflies in the evening hall are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamps are exhausted before they fall asleep. >
The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the jade quilt is cold. After so many years of life and death, the soul has never come to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist Hongdu guest can touch the soul with sincerity. In order to feel the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. >
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the ethereal place. Knocking on the jade fan in the room, the emperor of the Han Dynasty heard the news, and the dream soul wandered around in the Jiuhua tent, and the beads and silver screen spread out.
The clouds are half fresh, and the flower crowns are untidy. The wind blows the fairy mantles, like colorful feathers dancing.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and the pear blossoms are carrying spring rain. I look at the king with emotion, and my voice and appearance are blurred.
The love in Zhaoyang Palace is endless, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace. I look back and see the dust and fog in Chang'an. > Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth. I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing": My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
Su Shi's "Remembering Dreams": There are things in the circle and space in the space, but how can there be a circle and space in the well? If you don't believe in the true shape of the sky, your eyesight should be poor at first.
The chain has been solved like the hand of a god, but all the orifices are still calling the wind. The inspector laughed when he asked his father-in-law who was in the way.
Words: Rough statistics show that Wen Tingyun wrote more than 30 poems related to dreams, Li Yu wrote 13 poems, Yan Jidao wrote more than 40 poems, Su Shi had as many as 55 poems, and other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui, and Wu Wenying and others all wrote works about dreams. Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, they were drunk and beautiful.
Dance low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, and sing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times.
There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the encounter was a dream. Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal": The slender clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, can you bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back? If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" 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 to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We 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.
Appreciation This poem is the first mourning poem in the history of literature. This poem was written on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month.
At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou and was dissatisfied with his emigration and was quite frustrated. He lived in Mizhou, thousands of miles away from home. Under such circumstances, he mourned his deceased wife and became increasingly sad.
The poem expresses the author's deep nostalgia for his deceased wife. It was Su Shi's first creation to use words to express condolences.
This eulogy uses a variety of artistic methods such as separation and combination, combination of virtual and real, and narrative line drawing to express the deep and persistent feelings of missing his deceased wife. Su Shi's wife Wang Fu died of illness in Bianliang, the capital, in the second year of Emperor Yingzong's reign (1065), and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.
It has been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his regrets about the bumpy career and ill-fated career during the past ten years.
The whole word is divided into three levels using dreams as clues. The first film describes the longing before the dream, showing the deep love for his deceased wife.
The two sentences "even though" contain the sentimentality of frustrated career. The first five sentences of the next film are about meeting in a dream.
Use the small details of life to express the deep love between husband and wife. "Xiaoxuan window, dressing up" is like a close-up scene, implicitly describing the beauty and passion of the deceased wife.
"We can't say anything when we look at each other, but can only shed a thousand tears." The emotional capacity is huge. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, the emotion is sincere, and the artistic conception is sad.
Wu Wenying's "Night Tour in the Palace": People go to Yanyao in the west tower to talk about farewell dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. The clouds are thin and the stars are sparse and the mountains are dawning.
Listening to the crow of crows, building a bridge over the river, the words have not yet been finished. Outside the rain, crickets sound early. How much frost is there in the fine weaving? He told Xiao Niang that he didn’t know.
To Chang'an, to Autumn Deng, how many people are old? Lu You's "Wandering in the Palace at Night: Remembering Dreams and Sent to Master Bohun": At dawn, the snow is rising, and the wind is in chaos. Are you sleepwalking in an unknown place? The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. Xiangguan River, west of Yanmen, on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleeping in the cold light, the sound leaks out and the moon tilts against the window paper. Since Xu Fenghou has been in Wanli.
Does anyone know? Although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour in the Palace": The setting sun shines on the water under the leaves, making gentle waves sink for thousands of miles.
The sour wind on the bridge hit my eyes. Stand for a long time, watch the dusk, the city lights.
Under the cold window of the old house, I heard a few pieces of tung tree falling down. Not falling in love with single quilt comes up again and again.
Does anyone know? For Xiao Niang, write a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's "Jiangmei Yin": (In the winter of Bingchen, I stayed in Liangxi, but I couldn't reach the Huaihe River. I wrote about my aspirations because of my dreams.)
It is easy to be separated for a long time in the world. See plum branches.
Suddenly lovesick. Several small windows, Youmeng hand in hand.
There is no place to be found in my dream tonight, just wandering. The cold invasion is not yet known.
Wet red hate ink shallow seal title. The treasure zither is empty and no wild goose is flying.
Wandering around the streets, it’s all empty.
3. Poems about sleeping dreams
Liu Zhen's poem about returning to dreams is like spring water, lingering around his hometown.
Duan Chengshi's sentence: "The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects disturbs the dawn."
Duan Chengshi's sentence: "I think of nectar in my dream, and I cherish the blessing of the lamp."
Sikong Tu The coolness of the ground makes the cranes dream, and the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.
The cranes in Zhao Gugu return to Songdao, and the letters are perfect. The wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.
Xiong Jiaoyu wakes up from his dream after being tired of listening to the singing of birds. Later, when the flowers have fallen and the spring is over.
Meng Bin's sentence "The fairy bird returns to the sky and talks about dreams." Recalling the person, I saw him in my dreams.
Li Yuan said: "Three glasses of wine, a game of chess". Household, throw it away like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan")
Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three Swordsmen" dreamed of Yizhou, and he could take Liaocheng with one arrow. (See "Chronicles" below).
< p> Lu Zhaoju dreams of the moonlight, and recalls singing songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicle").When Han Xie San recalled his sleep, he was sleepy in his spring dream. He could not get up, and his jade hairpin hung down on his pillow. .
Tan Yongzhi's sentence "Flowing water" understands the world, and the spring dream of falling flowers is tired of the dust. ("Yi Monk")
Wu Bin's sentence "The traces of the mandarin heron guest are still there, but the soul of the dream comes first" Arrive at Partridge Village. ("Ci Jie Mu")
Five poems from Linghu Chuxianghe's song·Congjun March Hu Feng is startled thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter. Even if there is a dream of returning home, I still hear the news of leaving the fortress. Sound.
Songs and Lyrics of Linghu Chu Zaqu·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. The king is walking on the mountain, and I am dreaming in my boudoir. Thousands of jade chopsticks have fallen, and the silver bed is half empty.
Lyrics of Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a silk mat in spring, looking out through the screen window at dawn. In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning.
*** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Sixth Cheer There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in the Luoping screen. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long.
*** Miscellaneous songs and lyrics: The long-lived girl clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the rumor is that Autumn in Weibei. The solitary lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle stirs homesickness.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to wipe out, jade is easy to sell if it is broken. The grace goes with the bright moon, Don't tell me that the dream soul is far away.
Wang Ji wrote that the bottles on the wall of the hotel were all empty last night, and now the urns are about to be opened. After dreaming, he came to the restaurant.
Zhang Wen collected the big picture It’s hard to wipe out the tears of music, and it’s easy to sell the broken jade. If it goes with the bright moon, the dream soul will never be far away.
Questions and Answers in the Song Dynasty Where did Tian Zhengjun travel to Yao Mountain, and he returned to Yiluojian late. Sleeping suddenly became a dream, lingering in Songqiu Mountain.
Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan Mengze in Jingzhou. On a three-autumn day, there was a cloud in the blue sky. The egrets and egrets were also flying, and they rejoined the group of partridges.
< p> Zhang said that he went to Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th and had five poems to celebrate the evening festival. There were five thousand people on the high mountain. When he was drunk, he knew that he met the saint, and in his dream he saw the immortal.Shen Ruyun's two poems about her boudoir's complaint are hard to send as the book is gone. , there are many dreams that cannot come true. I wish to follow the shadow of the solitary moon and shine in Fubo Camp.
Wei Zhuang Chou
The sorrow of avoiding sorrow comes again, and the sorrow is unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, There is frost on the temples in the morning. Without the young master's dream, it strays into the heart of a traveler. I ask Gao Xuanke,
Where is the hometown of drunkenness.
There are many poems about dreaming. The above one is from ancient times. Poetry, as well as descriptions in modern vernacular, can be considered as follows
A Midsummer Night's Dream The lights are floating and the piano music sounds like a careless person kicking down a bucket of glass beads. I let my brain A blank, the bleak night makes the face look pale, as if the interpretation of life and death is whipping the thin body. I remember in the early days, I once majestically asked the world to give me a white dress. The white dress and the red lining, weaving more beautiful lies, let I am immersed in the splendor of lies all the time, quietly forgetting the reality of being surrounded on all sides.
You can look for it yourself, 4. Poems describing sleep
Picking mulberry seeds
The sky is fragrant and warm when I sleep in the wine stall,
The embroidered door is open and relaxed.
The fragrant seal turns into ashes,
I stand alone with my back in the cold screen and trim my old eyebrows.
Hazy but lying in front of the lamp,
The moon lingers outside the window.
The first return of Xiaomeng,
A night of east wind bloomed early plum blossoms.
Staying idle in early summer and waking up from siesta
The plums are sour and soaking the teeth,
The bananas are green and covered with window screens;
The day is long and ruthless when sleeping Thinking,
Watching children catching willow flowers.
Heavenly Fairy
Returned late at night and was still drunk,
Helped her into a tassel and she still didn’t wake up.
Drunk and drunk, the musk orchid is harmonious.
I was shocked to sleep, laughing,
How much can life bring to a long road. 5. Looking for a classical Chinese text describing the sky
Inscribed on the newly constructed quiet pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple by Xiao Langzhong
Liu Changqing
[Tang Dynasty]
Kang Le Ai The mountains and rivers have been enjoyable for thousands of years. The grass is covered with green grass, and the trees are cut into cages.
The solitary peak leans against the blue sky, and there is no end to it as you go. Waiting on the stone moss, the monks are paying homage to the clouds among the trees.
Seeing Cangzhou in the wild, the breeze comes from afar. Five horses are left at the mouth of the valley, and two flags are thin in the smoke.
The heavy incense accumulates and gleams in the sky. The attempt to go alone to respond failed, but the common people thought of thanking the Duke.
Beiting Yizong Bachelor said goodbye
Cen Shen
[Tang Dynasty]
Everything is unpredictable, I sigh that you are in the army. If you have read thousands of books, why would you want to join the army?
He once chased Li Qingche and marched westward out of Taimeng. Outside Hegeyue Cave, east of Kunlun.
He defeated Hu both times, and the court underestimated his military exploits. You only have one life in ten years, and thousands of miles are like fluttering leaves.
He looks like an old Hu Chen with sideburns, and his clothes are crisp and windy. Suddenly, they came under the wheel platform and met each other heart-to-heart.
Drinking wine against spring grass, playing chess and listening to the night bell. Now I am still in Qiuci, with a horned bow hanging on my arm.
The flat sand leads to the hotel, and the horse follows Feihong. The isolated city relies on the big moraine, and the sea air meets the sky.
It is still cold in April, and the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow. If you have a wise leader and general, what does it mean to be in trouble?
When the time comes, the six feathers are assembled and reach the sky in one fell swoop.
Climb the pagoda of Ci'en Temple with Gao Shixue
Cen Shen
[Tang Dynasty]
The tower is like a gush of energy, standing alone in the heavenly palace .
When you step out of the world, the path is empty.
The sudden pressure on China is like a ghost work.
The four corners block the day, and the seven layers cover the sky.
Peering down to see a tall bird, looking down to hear the startling wind.
The mountains are like waves, and the running seems to be heading east.
The green locust trees line the Chi Road, and the palace view is so exquisite.
Autumn colors come from the west, and Guanzhong is full of green.
On the Wuling North Plain, it is evergreen.
Once you understand the principles clearly, you will be able to understand them, and you will win because of your long-standing teachings.
I vow to hang up my crown and feel that my Taoism is infinite.
Climbing the Ci'en Temple Pagoda with the Lords
Du Fu
[Tang Dynasty]
The high standard spans the sky, and the fierce wind never stops.
Since I am not a scholar, I am here to read all my worries.
Only then will we know that Xiang’s teaching power is enough to pursue the underworld.
Looking up through the Dragon Snake Cave, branches emerge to support the secluded area.
The seven stars are in Beihu, and the sound of rivers and rivers flows to the west.
Xihe whips the day, and Shaohao walks in the clear autumn.
Qinshan suddenly shattered, leaving Jingwei unavailable.
How can you tell the imperial state if you look down at it?
Looking back and calling Yu Shun, Cangwu Yun is worried.
Drinking in Xizaiyao Pond, the sun rises in Kunlun Hill.
The yellow swans keep disappearing, where can they turn their cries?
As you follow Yang Yan, each one has his own plan.
Looking at the mountains at the mouth of the gorge in the wind and rain, it is so strange that I play a short song
Lu You
[Southern Song Dynasty]
White salt and red armor The world is majestic, rising from the ground and towering over the sky.
The awe-inspiring warrior strokes his long sword, showing no strength but no grace.
Don’t let the weather be a little clumsy, and always hate the world for not having done your best.
Now I suddenly realize and sigh, the beauty lies in the mist and rain.
Taiyin is murderous and bleak, and Yuanhua is abnormal and empty.
Just as a strange person encounters trouble, he is just like ordinary people on weekdays.
The Ande Zhu Tower is a hundred feet high. Look at the strong rain and the cross wind.