Poems about dreams are beautiful.

1, the wind is seamless, the hair is messy, the fragrance is still the same, the thoughts are still the same, and the Iraqis are drunk in Jiangnan. 2, the phoenix tree outside the window, autumn rain; Dreams are so far away, so vast.

3, night parking near Fengqiao, Hanshan is still cold; Dream of Chang 'an ancient road, and then tell frivolous.

4, red leaves for thousands of years, poetry under the moon; In the dream, the phoenix plays the golden harp, and the rain is raining.

5. Huayan Yue Bai and Baiyan Township, Haitangchuan; Flowers fly lightly in the dream, leaving a piano hall in front of the willow bridge.

6. The smoke in the alley, the fragrance of Du Ruo; In the dream, lantian jade is warm and the sea steals fragrance.

7. Bing Xin is staring at you, thanking women for their makeup; Where is the dream? On the water side.

8. Sing a song, cry for the lotus and smile for the phoenix; There is no trace of clothes in the dream, and loneliness under the wall in the poem.

9, Changting Shili, heartbroken west wing; A dream of red mansions, infinite thinking.

10, heart can learn, liver and gallbladder Chu River; In the dream, A?vagho?a is rustling, and he sympathizes with the poor.

1 1, paste fuck, Cui locks the lip window; In my dream, my face is actually old. Where does the public want to go?

12, Tengwa, Lu Peiyou Hua Gallery; In the dream, Wu Niang has short sleeves and a cup of turbid wine is vicissitudes.

13, blowing sheng, lingering; In my dream, autumn osmanthus blows air and tea adds fragrance.

14, the wind is on the wave surface, and the stone spring falls; In my dream, I turned over bluegrass and picked up a green boat.

15, Taiyi Chang Gung, spring and autumn impermanence; In my dream, the tears on my feet gather and disperse.

16, rouge calyx is cold, lying in the study room; In my dream, the world of mortals got their hands on Pan Jiang.

17, Mojia, Yancheng, Hanqiang yesterday; In the dream, the shadow slanted through the old village.

18, the wind and rain are sparse, and the rain blows flowers and leaves, dreaming of Philip Burkart people outside. Recalling the good times, why not look forward to spending a few more days with you?

19, the dream locks the curtain, and the heart of the piano touches the moon, remembering the happiness and warmth of companionship. Acacia smile, sweetheart.

20, misty rain and red dust, you are on the other side, I am on this shore, painting a landscape and planting a dream.