Li Bai's poem about dreams

Poems about dreams Li Bai 1. Seeking Li Bai's poems about dreams

tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream

Tang Li Bai

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

but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.

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. The stone gate breaks asunder, 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, I wake with a long sigh.

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.

when will you return it when you leave? 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.

2. Seeking Li Bai's Poems about "Dream"

It is said that Li Bai, a great ancient poet in China, drifted to a fairy mountain on the sea with the wind while singing poems in the middle of the night.

I saw a vast sea of clouds and lush flowers and trees all around. Li Bai was intoxicated by the beauty of nature.

just then, a huge brush rose out of the sea of clouds, which was more than ten feet high, like a jade pillar. Li Bai thought to himself, "How wonderful it would be to get this giant pen, using the earth as inkstone, dipping the sea water as ink, and using the blue sky as paper to write all the beautiful scenery on earth."

Just as he was imagining things, he suddenly heard a melodious Yue Xian, and five colors of light came out from the tip of the pen, and then a bright red flower opened on the tip of the pen. The flower pen moved gradually and floated towards him.

Li Bai saw that the brilliant pen of flowers was getting closer and closer, so he reached for it. When he was about to touch the thick pen, he was awakened. It turned out to be a dream. After Li Bai woke up from a dream, he repeatedly recalled the dream scene and couldn't figure out where it was.

He is determined to visit all the famous mountains and rivers to find a fairyland in his dream. Later, Li Baiyun swam to Huangshan Mountain, and when he saw this flower-growing giant pen, he suddenly cried out, "The flower-growing giant pen I saw in my dream before is here."

according to legend, since Li Bai saw "a dream gives birth to a flower", famous poems and beautiful sentences have been pouring out. P.S> This word means that people are so talented that they can write poems in their dreams.

It's another metaphor that just fell from the sky.

3. Li Bai's poems about dreams are apart from sleepwalking in the sky;

1. drinking Alone with the Moon is one of them

from a pot of wine among the flowers.

I drank alone. There was no one with me.

till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon.

to bring me my shadow and make us three.

alas, the moon was unable to drink.

and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.

but still for a while I had these friends.

to cheer me through the end of spring.

I sang. The moon encouraged me.

I danced. My shadow tumbled after.

have sex when you wake up.

and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.

shall goodwill ever be secure?.

I watch the long road of the River of Stars.

2. Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain

Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, between each other two, only me and the eyes of jingting mountain mountain.

3. tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream

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

but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.

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. The stone gate breaks asunder, 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, I wake with a long sigh.

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.

when will you return it when you leave, 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.

4. It's difficult to get through the Shu Road

Alas, it's dangerous!

it's hard to get through the Shu road, but it's hard to get into the sky!

until two rulers of this region, pushed their way through in the misty ages!

forty-eight thousand years had passed is not connected with Qin Sai.

and the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path can cross Mount Emei.

which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost, just finishing the stone rungs of their ladder toward heaven.

high, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun, while the river, far below, lashes its twisted course.

such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, so pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use.

the Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound.

panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan.

we wonder if this westward trail will never have an end? The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still.

with nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, the male flies around the forest from the female.

jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, is a lonely mountain.

it's hard to get to the top of the world, even to hear of it turns the cheek pale.

with the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs.

and a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another, and send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones.

that's the risk, why do people come here who live at a safe distance?.

though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim, and while one man guards it and ten thousand cannot force it.

what if he be not loyal, but a wolf toward his fellows?.

there are ravenous tigers to fear in the day, and venomous reptiles in the night,

with their teeth and their fangs ready, killing people like hemp.

though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly.

it's hard to get to the sky when you're in the Shu Road. Look sideways and look west for advice.

In the world of poetry, Li Bai, the greatest talented romantic poet in ancient times, is rich in imagination. He roams the world, learns Taoism and swords, drinks Ren Xia well, and laughs at princes. In his poems, the imagination is "to go to the sky and embrace the bright moon", and the momentum is like "how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven", which is unparalleled. In particular, the poem "tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream" is not only about dreams, but also about reality. It is well-conceived and imaginative, and it interweaves myths and legends with reality in a fantastic way. This is the poet's yearning for the fairy world after repeated frustrations, and he feels that only dreams are more worth lingering; However, dreams always wake up, and once they come into contact with reality, they can only shout "oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office". The whole poem is full of enthusiasm, pouring out feelings heartily, completely free from the constraints of form, and only a great poet like Li Bai has such a magnificent momentum. Li Bai often refers to heaven and earth, wandering for nine days, but under the seemingly unrestrained appearance is actually a bitter and resentful heart, and only in this way can his poems have more shocking power.

4. Poems about dreams

Ouyang Yi's sentence has been a dream year since he left home.

Liu Shenxu's sentence returns to a dream like spring water, wandering around his hometown. Xue Ying said, "Flowers stay and live in Vietnam, and dreams return to Qin in the month.".

In Duan Chengshi's sentence, lice suddenly and violently hinder dreams, and insects are louder and louder. Duan Chengshi thought of nectar in his dream, and cherished the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu coolly clears the crane dream, and Lin Jing is a monk. Zhao Wei said that the Matsushima crane 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 the fairy bird, but he talked about his dreams in the air. The Qing Dynasty did not 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 Pin's sentence only uses five words, which breaks his whole life.

("A Dream in the North") Li Yuan's sentence requires three glasses of wine and a game of chess every year. ("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 be started, and the jade hairpin hangs on the pillow edge. TanYongzhi's sentence "Things are familiar with the world, and dreams of falling out of love are tired of dust and labor.".

("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence did not say goodbye to the guest, and the dream spirit went to Zhegu Village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu sang songs and joined the army. Five songs of Hu Feng were a thousand miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was more bright.

even if I dream of returning home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Linghu Chu's Zaqu Songs and Sauvignon Blanc's two songs, Jun Xing Deng Long, 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 songs 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, I've been exhausted, and I've been looking at your door all day. * * * miscellaneous songs, long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads in the north and autumn.

a lonely lamp makes you dream, but cold pestle makes you homesick. * * * Miscellaneous Songs Da 'an Music (Shang Diao Qu) 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 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's dream is far away. Song Zhiwen answered Tian Zhengjun's visit to the mountain, and returned to Ilo late.

when I go to bed, I suddenly dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain. In Jingzhou, Song Zhiwen returned to Mengze, Lingnan. In the autumn, there was a cloud in Cangwu.

The heron feather will be reintroduced into the partridge group. Zhang said that on the 9th, he entered cornus Mountain and wrote five poems, five thousand of which were high in the mountains.

when you're drunk, you know you're blessed, but when you're dreaming, you'll find immortality. Shen Rujun's always in my heart's two wild geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.

I wish to follow the lonely moon and shine on Fubo camp. Zheng Gu Valley has stayed in the refined house for more than half a century in Western Shu since it was deserted ... Four rhymes to hang every thought and smell the pure words, and rainy nights to the meditation bed.

before we meet again, autumn lights shine in the cinema. The lonely cloud will eventually break the contract, and the thin official will be hurt.

Dream around the long pine pagoda, burning a wick incense in the distance. Xu Bin stayed at night in Jingshan Mountain, and his relatives and friends met with two differences, so he stopped the boat occasionally.

don't come without any restrictions, but there are no words when you meet. Sit forever in disbelief and dream, and feel anxious and anxious.

it's easier to be late than to be famous, so it's time to go. Xu Bin Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the east in the west, so why meet him?

Wu Yueshui is my dream, and I hate Xiang Hanzhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and the snow peaks before the stack.

who knows what is not old, pity you suddenly see your face. Cui Tu titled Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his career refers to a hill.

no one has lived together for a long time, and there are cranes to repair the ghost. Grass is mixed with fields, springs and stone pulp flow.

I'm even more suspicious of the old family tree, and I suspect it's autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple's double Dai is like a whimper, which should hurt the old country's spring.

Jiangshan is not the old owner, but sex is the predecessor. Dream-teller, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.

I don't know where it will be after thousands of years. Cui Tu Spring Festival Gala is full of flowers in Wei Lian's hometown, but Jiang Lou's dream is still incomplete.

if you want to live half your life, it's hard to live one life. Te Li Jue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.

it's not like being in Chang' an after two years of disappointment in spring. Cui Tu's gathering with friends in the autumn evening has accumulated a lot of achievements, and the stars and frost are empty.

I should be as unsociable as I am, and I can sing my songs with you. After the monk returned on the moon, the poem became a guest dream.

I am more aware of the crane police, and I am clear of the pine trees. Cui Tu gave the grain-taking monk a gift. When he heard that Zhong Zhong was alone, he didn't eat. Why should he care more?

few people go to the hospital quietly, and they are idle from the grass to the top. There are no birds under the platform, and there are clouds buried on the stone road.

in order to remember the past in Zen, I still dream of a hundred cliffs. Cui Tu lived in seclusion in spring, remembering that the old business in the south of the Yangtze River, Dumen, is it a solution?

a dream is inseparable from a fountain stone, and Lin Wei calls it seclusion. Gradually familiar with the floating world, turn to recall the old mountain spring.

the water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should be born. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, and when he got out of Duan Lin, he saw a thousand peaks.

if you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Gu Shuyun buried the old, and the monk window waterfall was cold.

I don't think my heart is up to my expectations, so I dream of Chang 'an. Cui Tu's autumn night book looks at the autumn night, and it's time to go out.

white happens not early, and Qingyun goes late. Dreams are only about going to the country, and they can't trace him.

it's no shame to know how to strengthen my Tao. Han Wo left home in early August, the first trip to Qian Shan.

Yan only has dreams, but she cries silently. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.

self-pity is not a matter of knowledge, and embarrassment is a mere name. Han Wo wants to get rid of the window language and resume his youth.

I have to meet somewhere, but I just want to go. I hate endless books, and I am extremely suspicious.

I'm disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I can only dream about it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli east to Zidian for a long time, and east to Haimen.

it's a dream to be proud of yourself, but don't be fascinated. Early bird in the morning, cold into the apes.

if Ji mountain is heavy, it should be old. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky fell at the beginning of the month, and his dream was still alive.

the trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official tour ends in bitterness, and the life experience is quiet.

competition is like hiding in the mountains, and rushing with clouds and pillows. Wu Rong's butterflies are in love with each other, and the smoke in the South Garden is slightly exposed.

you must live together when you live, and you must fly at the place where you fly. The grass is shallow and worried, and the flowers are residual and cherish the evening glow.

if you make friends for a long time, you will find a beautiful girl, but if you dream at night, you will return. Dai Siyan's rain on the river is not free unless he doesn't want to go.

where the stars shine, the wind and rain send cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves.

Xiao Xiao is not over yet, so I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is stuck in the sky, and the sand is in the ancient battlefield.

in spring, there is a lot of snow, and the livelihood is in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows tears from the countryside, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed.

if you've never been a tourist, you can't talk about Yuyang. Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to MaChuan MaChuan Qing bottom, like into Wuling creek.

the mountains on both sides of the river face each other, and the birds are singing in the spring. Wine flags and willows move, and the monk's house is in harmony with clouds.

this is my hometown road, and I am not lost in your dreams. Du Xunhe's gift to the venerable master, regardless of Zen and law, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate.

solution.

5. A classic poem about dreams

1. A man has no dreams

[Tang] Jiang Fang

has been eager to be subtle, knowing that he will be silent. It's better to have a dream than to forget it, but not to concentrate on it.

become a butterfly is sincere in knowing the illusion, and he wants the bandits to agree with the truth. Although holding the Xuan is untied, keep one from the dust.

it's dawn in the pot, but spring in the cave. A blue-faced guest, Nabi is from Qiyuan.

2. Rewarding happiness and dreaming lightly

Yuan Zhen [Tang Dynasty]

The mountains and rivers are cut off, and I miss you and pity me.

I have lost my mind because of my illness. I only dream of idlers and don't dream of you.

3. Dream

[Song] Liao Xingzhi

The home mountain is dreamy and leisurely, and the small pavilion welcomes Shang Shiyuan.

I was shocked to see the dawn of the next rooster, and I couldn't bear to lie in front of the small window.

4. Dream

[Song] Wang Anshi

The yellow ox is eager to be ripe and linger, and it is not disappointing to return home in spring.

How can butterflies know dreams? The flies fall before the evening flowers.