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.
2. Dream-seeking poetry: The dream is full of mountains and mountains, and the clouds are endless.
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. Lu You, an ancient poem about dreams and lyricism: November 4th was a storm.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Li Bai dreams of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
The ancient poem "Spring Festival Evening"
Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
Xin Qiji is out of the queue? Send strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Yang Wanli
I dreamed of riding Bai Fenghuang in the blue sky and crossing the Milky Way into the Moon Palace.
Being in a cold and fragrant world, I feel the wind outside the curtain.
And Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", ten years of life and death. I won't think about it and I will never forget it. There is nowhere to talk about the lonely grave. 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 Xiao Xuan window was dressing up, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka. Honey, are you satisfied? I hope to adopt. Thank you, dear. Are you not satisfied with Tang Men's answer? Tangmen really needs your support. Don't forget to adopt in time. Oh, thank you.
4. What are the ancient poems that express their feelings through dreams, and climb Mount Tianmu in dreams, Li Bai?
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible. But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The roof is 18000 feet, and at this point, it begins to turn southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, and they cross 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. 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. 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.
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!