Poems about dreaming

3. Treading songs

Life has been a dream since ancient times, and

I dream that a sleeping lion wakes up at the end of the world.

stepping on the bumpy road in the world,

it's too easy to walk all the way.

every word you write is brilliant, and

there is thunder between the lines.

There are millions of heavenly soldiers, and

all of them are brave for me.

31. Spend the night in Mount Tai.

I am lucky to stay in Mount Tai tonight.

I would like to make love with the stars.

Heavenly Street doesn't smell the language of the Holy Emperor,

Sleeping soundly in the sea of clouds.

whoever hits the Tiangu in the cloud,

it's useless to break the drum.

a dream for a lifetime,

why not a dream for ten thousand years? 2. Poems describing dreams

Waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain

Author: Li Yu

The rain gurgle outside the curtain, and the spring is fading. Luo Zhou can't stand the cold. I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, but I'm greedy for joy in one day.

don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, and it's easier to see when it's not. The flowing water is gone, and the spring is gone.

tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream/Biedonglu Zhugong

Author Li Bai Dynasty Tang Dynasty

a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach;

but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible.

in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.

with the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.

my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight.

and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River.

with the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.

I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud.

sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.

a thousand rocks turn a road, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.

bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.

clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist.

in the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, hills and mountains are crumbling.

cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.

an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.

and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.

with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.

I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly startled and long.

my pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.

and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.

and so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.

oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face! 3. What are the poems that express "dreaming"

1. "Jiang Chengzi Yi Mao remembers dreams on the twentieth day of the first month"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, and he never thought about it, so he never forgot it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.

translation: The two died for a lifetime and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the sadness in her heart. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and frosty. In the evening, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. Two people looked at each other, a thousand words don't know where to start, only relatively silent tears fall thousands of lines. It is supposed that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is the place where I miss my wife every year.

2. Dream of Li Bai

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

this cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, may, like a wanderer, never come back. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.

and then, abruptly rising to go, you told me the perils of adventure. The rivers and lakes travel many dangerous wind wave, worry your ship is capsized and sank.

and, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head, as if there were something puzzling you. High cheli fu to fill the capital, talent peerless, you are haggard.

who says that the heavenly net never fails, it has brought you ill fortune, old as you are. Even if there is a good name for generations, it is difficult to compensate for the loss of grief.

the clouds in the sky are floating around day by day, but the old friends who have traveled far away are gone for a long time. I often see you in my dreams at night, which shows your deep affection for me. The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always say how difficult it is to meet each other. Sailing on the rivers and lakes is full of dangerous winds and waves, and I'm worried that your ship will be overturned and sunk. Scratching his white hair when he went out, he regretted living up to his lifelong ambition. High cars, beautiful clothes and dignitaries fill the capital, but your face is haggard. Who can say that justice does not deceive others, but the old age is innocent. Even if there is a reputation that will last for a long time, it is difficult to compensate for the cold and sorrow suffered.

3. Dream of Jiangnan. Never hate

Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

Never hate, and hate is extremely far away. The mountains and the moon don't know what's on their minds, and the water and the wind fall in front of them, swaying blue clouds and slanting.

hatred is like a thread, drifting to the distant horizon. The moon in the mountains doesn't know what's on my mind. In the green water and breeze, the flowers shake down alone. The flowers are scattered, and the unconsciously bright moon has already tilted into the blue clouds.

4.

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi

came to travel hand in hand with his dreams at night, but in the morning, he shed tears. Zhangpu is old and sick for three times, and Xianyang stays in the grass for eight times in autumn.

you buried the mud under the spring to pin the bones, and I sent snow all over the world. Ah Wei Han Lang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I dream of playing with you hand in hand at night, and wake up in the morning with tears all over my towel without wiping it. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since Chang 'an grew grass. I miss you passing away, and your bones have turned into sand. I still temporarily live in the world with white hair and hair. Ah Wei Han Lang has passed away one after another, can you know the gloom?

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Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui

Yan Yan is light, Yingying is delicate, and she clearly sees Hua Xu again. The night is long for a fickle knowledge? Early in spring, I was dyed by acacia.

don't write later, don't sew at other times, and travel far away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan is cold in Qian Shan, and nobody cares about it.

I clearly saw the image of her lithe figure and soft voice from my good dream again. I seem to hear her say to me: how lonely it is at night, how can you know this fickle lover? Spring has just begun, but it has already been dyed by my homesickness. Since we parted, all the things she said in her letters, as well as the needlework that she embroidered and sewed for me when she left, have made me miss. She came to my dream, just like Qian Niang in the legendary story. Her soul left her body and secretly followed her lover. I looked at Huainan in the west. Under the bright white moonlight, Qian Shan was so cold. Presumably, her soul, like the moon in the west, returns alone in the dark. And no personal care. 4. What are the poems about "dreams"

The poems about dreams mainly include: Daydream Tang Du Fu slept in February, not only sleeping at night, but also sleeping at night.

the peach blossoms are warm and the eyes are drunk, and the dreams of sunset in Chunzhu are linked. At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.

if you are safe in farming, you will stop fighting, and there will be no officials asking for money everywhere. Du Fu's road to Mengtang was blocked, and Jiangshan was lonely.

The only one who lives in ignominy is old, and the rebellion has lasted 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.

you don't have to resort to Chu ci. Dream of Li Bai, Two Poems of Tang Du Fu, there are sobs when death is the cause of parting, but life has its partings again and again.

from the poisonous damps of the southern river, you had sent me not one sign from your exile. Till you came to me last night in a dream, because I am always thinking of you.

I wondered if it were really you, venturing so long a journey. The soul comes to the maple leaf, you disappeared by a shadowy fortress.

yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare, how could you lift your wings and use them?. I woke, and the low moon's glimmer on a rafter, seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.

there were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing, there is no one to make Jiao Long. Floating clouds in the sky floated up and gone, but the old friends went away for a long time.

three nights now I have dreamed of you, as tender, intimate and real as though I were awake.. The difference is that you always look in a hurry, and always say how easy it is to meet.

by river and lake-the storms, the wrecks, the fears that are borne on a little boat. When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair, and regretted that he had lived up to his life.

our capital teems with officious people, while you are alone and helpless and poor. Who can say the principle of justice is not qiren, in the old age but innocent suffer the tie.

a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, what good, when you are dead and gone. On August 3, the second year of Baoli, I dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's dust tassel and suddenly realized my sincerity and happiness. It is unknown that the world network will come back again.

don't forget the dream in the whole Wu Pavilion, when walking in the mud and rain in Lingnan. Bai Juyi's dream in the Tang Dynasty came to a thousand miles, and he wanted to shut me up for two years.

don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the back hall. In the forbidden, I am straight, and I am sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to spend time in the west porch, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.

when the breeze comes out in the moon, it suddenly seems like the evening in the mountains. Because it became a southwest dream, the dream was a fairy traveler.

the sound of palace leakage is like a drop of mountain spring. Bai Juyi, who dreamed of the old Tang Dynasty, did not come to the boss to practice hard, and he was refined into ashes.

I've spent all my life thinking about it. Why did you dream last night? . 5. Poems about dreams

Like a dream, last night, it rained and the wind blew suddenly, and a deep sleep didn't consume the wine. I asked the person who rolled the curtain, but I knew that Haitang remained the same.

do you know, do you know, it should be green and fat and red and thin. The voice is slow to search, cold and clear, sad and miserable.

when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three glasses and two residual light wines, how can you beat him, and come late in the wind.

Yan Guo is sad, but it's an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground.

haggard, who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be black alone?

the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. This time, what a sad word! When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar.

I don't know what year it is tonight. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days.

dance to find out what the shadow is like on earth! The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days.

I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles away. 6. Poems about dreaming

Liu Shenxu's sentence returns to a dream like spring water, wandering around his hometown.

Xue Ying said that flowers stay in Vietnam, and the moon gives dreams back to Qin.

In Duan Chengshi's sentence, lice suddenly and violently hinder dreams, and insects are louder and louder.

Duan Chengshi thinks of nectar in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu coolly clears the crane dream, and Lin Jing is a monk.

Zhao Wei said that the crane on Songdao returned to the letter, and the orange island was full of wind and dreams.

Xiong Jiao's sentence is tired of listening to singing birds. After waking up, he sweeps away the fallen flowers at the end of spring.

Meng Bin talked about a fairy bird, but he talked about dreams in the air. The Qing Dynasty didn't feel ashamed of himself.

Zhang Ziji's dream sentence "Heaven knows me and I remember him, so I can see him in a dream on earth.".

Li Yuanju has three glasses of wine and a game of chess. ("The Dream of the North").

Li Jingrang said that there are 1, households in Chengdu, which is a drop in the bucket. (See "A Dream in the North")

Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and takes Liaocheng with one arrow. (See Chronicle below).

Lu Zhao's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and recalls the songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Records").

when Han Wo recalled his sleep for three times, his dream of spring was full of sleep. The exhibition can't get up, and the jade hairpin hangs its pillow.

In TanYongzhi's sentence, water and things are familiar with the world, and the dream of falling out of love is tired of dust and labor. ("Yi Monk")

Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the guest at his honeymoon, but the dream soul first went to Zhegu Village. ("Ci Jie Mu")

Ling Hu-chu's song "Harmony with the Army" Five poems of Hu Feng's thousand miles of surprise, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is even brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I can still smell the traffic jam.

Two songs of Linghu Chu's Zaqu, Sauvignon Blanc, are on the dragon, and my dream is in my boudoir. Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty.

Linghu Chu's miscellaneous songs, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, sleep in the spring, and the screen window is fascinated. In the hazy dream, Youzi is in western Liaoning.

*** Miscellaneous Songs Sixth, there is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. Recently, the sound is exhausted, and I look at Junmen all day long.

*** Miscellaneous songs and lyrics Long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads from Weibei to autumn. Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes them homesick.

*** Zaqu Songs Da 'an Music (Shang Diao Qu) is hard to shed tears, but it is easy to sell the residual jade. Go with the bright moon, and the dream is far away.

Wang Ji-ti's hotel wall ran out of bottles last night, and now the urn is open. Dream in a dream and come to the restaurant.

Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and the jade is easy to sell. If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul.

Song Zhiwen answered where Tian Zhengjun Mountain visited, and returned to Ilo later. Going to bed suddenly becomes a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.

Song Zhiwen returned to Mengze in Lingnan in Jingzhou, and the sky was covered with clouds. Will also be heron feathers, re-enter the partridge group.

Zhang said that on the 9th, he entered cornus Mountain, and five poems celebrated the ninth festival in the evening, five thousand on the mountain. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.

Shen Ruyun's two poems about always in my heart's geese are hard to send, and it's hard to be sad and dreamy. May the lonely moon shine on Fubo camp.

Wei Zhuang's worry

Avoiding worry comes again, and it's unforgettable. Sitting in the heart at night, frosting the temples. Without childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke,

He Xiang is a drunken hometown.

There are many poems about dreaming. The above one is an ancient poem, and there are descriptions in modern vernacular Chinese. The following one can also be regarded as

A midsummer night's dream lights are floating, and the piano music sounds like a careless person kicking down a bucket of glass beads. I left my mind blank, and the bleak night made my face look pale, as if the interpretation of life and death whipped my thin body. Remember in the early days, I once asked heaven and earth to give me a white coat. Weave more beautiful lies in white and red, immerse yourself in the beauty of lies all the time, and quietly forget the reality under siege.

You can look for it yourself, hehe. 7. Poems about dreams

The wind has no phase, the dream has no trace, and you will be shocked when you hesitate.

it's a dream year to leave home. Dreams are like spring water, wandering around my hometown.

Flowers stay and live in Yue, while the moon gives dreams back to Qin. The lice suddenly and violently hinder the dream, and the insects are louder and louder.

in dreams, I think of nectar, but in words, I cherish the lamp. The ground is cool and the crane dream is clear, and Lin Jing is a monk.

The crane on Matsushima has lost his letter, and the orange island is full of wind and dreams. Tired of listening to the birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep away the fallen flowers at the end of spring.

God knows I remember him, and he makes me dream about him. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.

You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember sleeping, my dream of spring is full of sleep.

the exhibition can't be started, and the jade hairpin hangs on the pillow edge. Things in flowing water are familiar with the world, and dreams of falling flowers are tired of dust and labor.

I haven't said goodbye to the heron, but the dream spirit went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Feng was shocked thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was even brighter.

even if I dream of returning home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.

jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and the screen window is fascinated.

In the hazy dream, Youzi is in western Liaoning. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul.

recently, I've been exhausted, and I've been looking at your door all day. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from the north to the autumn.

a lonely lamp makes you dream, but cold pestle makes you homesick. Tears are hard to be exhausted, and the jade is easy to sell.

if you go with the bright moon, you will never dream. Last night, the bottle began to run out, and now the urn is open.

dream in a dream, but also.