Poems about strange dreams

1. What are some poems about dreams?

When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will leave with the same events.

The dream is a dream, and the dream is a dream.

Tired of heart and mind, unable to sleep, I close my eyes and dream of holding a wine cup.

The five flavors of life are good and bad, and the eyes are full of emotions when you wake up, squint, and be drunk.

The clouds are blowing at dusk, and the crickets sing sadly at night.

The cool breeze is blowing hard, and the wanderer is cold and has no clothes.

The brocade quilt was left in Luopu, but my fellow robes are against my will.

I spent long nights alone, dreaming of seeing Rong Hui.

A good man only enjoys the past, but it is in vain to be slow and generous.

I wish to smile often and return home hand in hand in the same car.

It doesn’t take a moment to come, and it doesn’t come back again.

How can it fly in the wind without the wings of the morning breeze?

The gaze leads you to look at each other from afar with your comfort.

I just lean on my heart and feel sad, and my tears stick to my door.

The sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform

The neon is the clothes and the wind is the

The sloppy drums and the harp are the Luan enters the carriage

The Immortal Man The rows are like hemp

When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, and I shouted to the white jade plate

I sent my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and followed you until the night in the west

I sang to the moon Wandering, my dancing shadows are messy 2. What are the poems about writing dreams

Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Lying stiffly in a lonely village, not feeling sorry for oneself, thinking about it Guard Luntai for the country.

At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

Li Bai's "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Mother's Farewell"

The ancient poem "Spring Eve"

The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the moon are changing at the third watch.

Xin Qiji broke the spell? He wrote a poem for Chen Tongfu to send it to him.

When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp and read the sword, and dreamed of the trumpet blowing camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.

The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!

Yang Wanli

Dreaming of riding a white phoenix up into the blue sky, crossing the Milky Way and entering the Moon Palace.

In the world of Guanghanxiang, I feel the wind of osmanthus outside the curtain. 3. Are there any poems that describe the illusory reality of dreams? The more the better

The poet Li Bai had an indissoluble bond with dreams throughout his life. He expressed his feelings directly in "Dreamwalking Tianmu's Farewell": "I The poet dreams of Wu Yue and flies to the mirror lake and the moon in one night. "The poet relies on his rich imagination and focuses on his own feelings in real life to depict the magical, magnificent, ethereal and dreamlike scenery. The yearning for famous mountains and fairyland is due to the poet's struggle against the powerful. Li He wrote in "Dream Sky": "Looking at the nine-point smoke in Qizhou from a distance, a glass of sea water poured out." The imagination is unique and the momentum is magnificent, embodying the poet's deep feelings about the vicissitudes of human life. Du Fu wrote in "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems": "Old friends come into my dream and I remember them forever." Integrating the memory of his friends into the dream, the scene where Li Bai's phantom suddenly appears in the dream shows the poet's joy and gratified. The poet's depiction of his dreamy psychology is also very delicate and realistic.

Dreams can give poets the freedom to transcend space. Jin Changxu's "Spring Resentment" only has 20 words: "When you fight the yellow oriole, don't let it cry on the branches. When you cry, you will frighten your dream and you will not be able to reach western Liaoning." The dream temporarily reunited the missing woman and her husband who was guarding the border. The words are close, the meaning is far, the levels are clear, the inspiration is borrowed from things, and it is thought-provoking. The whole poem not only shows twists and turns within the poem, but also depth outside the poem. Zhang Zhongsu wrote in "Spring Boudoir Thoughts": "I forgot to pick leaves when I carried the cage, and I dreamed of fishing in the sun last night." It depicts the mood of a missing woman who is obsessed with the house and forgets about things. Thoughts and memories turn into dreams, and dreams lead to more memories. This is a fascinating way of expression, which reads gently and implicitly, with profound artistic conception.

In the Song Dynasty, some sentimental and sentimental lyrics appeared. A dream about meeting relatives will bring endless sadness to the poet.

Su Shi's song "Jiangchengzi" made many people shed tears: "At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. I looked at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears." Maybe it's because there are too many lovesickness dreams, Poets are a little afraid of the recurrence of dreams, because "even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty, how can it be compared to the dream without it?" (Yan Jidao, "Ruan Lang Returns"). Even when his lover really comes to him, the poet suspects that he is in an illusory dream, and even wants to light all the lights in the house to prevent the dream from coming: "After seeing each other again, we meet again, and we have many dreams with you. At the same time, there are only a few silver photos left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is just a dream." (Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky")

Li Qingzhao's poetry style is delicate and feminine, but her dream poem "The Proud Fisherman" has no glamor at all: "Ninety thousand miles away" "The wind is rising, the wind is still, and the boat is blowing away to the three mountains." This poem fully expresses her desire for freedom and pursuit of light. The ideal pursuit that she dare not express in reality can only be expressed in her dreams. . The poet Lu You did not forget his duty to defend the motherland in his dreams: "Late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers fell into sleep" ("The Storm and Rain on November 4th"). Lu You has more than 100 poems about dreams. Sometimes he "dreams of garrisoning outside the river at night, sending envoys to recruit and surrender cities", and sometimes "dreams of a military expedition in person, returning to the old places of the Han and Tang Dynasties". These dreams are of course illusory, but they reflect Lu You's patriotic spirit. These works show Lu You's spiritual state that was full of ambition until he was old, and he wrote his ambitions in dreams. After reading them, people can't help but respect him. 4. Ancient poems about dreams

It was stormy on November 4th

Lu You

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain

Iron Horse The glacier comes into my dream

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.

(Li Shangyin. "Jin Se")

The dream of returning is like spring water, leisurely wandering around my hometown.

Thinking of nectar in the dream, cherishing the lamp in words.

When I recall my sleep, my spring dream is so sleepy. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.

The dawn dream follows the sparse clock, and floats on the clouds.

(Li Qingzhao. "Dawn Dream")

After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night. (Bai Juyi. "Gong Ci")

At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small Xuan window.

(Su Shi. "Jiang Chengzi")

The steam is steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang")

In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

(Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha")

The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears. (Li Yu. "Midnight Song")

How much hatred was in my dream last night. It's still like visiting Shangyuan in the old days.

(Li Yu. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River")

Therefore, I look for it in my dream on my single pillow, but the dream does not turn into a lamp and ignites. (Ouyang Xiu. "Spring in the Jade House. I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell")

Feeling so nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams.

(Meng Haoran. "Summer in the South Pavilion")

Daydream

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In February, Rao fell asleep and fell into a trance. , Don’t sleep alone for short nights and short days.

The peach blossoms warm the eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset are linked to dreams.

The gate lane of my hometown is at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.

Ande is engaged in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.

Return to Dream

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The roads are often blocked, and the mountains and rivers are lonely every day.

The only one who has lived an ignoble life is old, and he has been rebelling for three dynasties.

The rain is heavy, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the water is far away.

If you don’t get your dream return, you don’t need Chu Ci’s moves.

Two Dreams by Li Bai

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.

In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news after expelling guests.

Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.

I am afraid that it is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable.

When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black.

You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings?

The setting moon fills the roof beams, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.

The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can reach it.

The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.

I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.

Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by.

There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.

If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.

The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.

The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.

Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.

Written after a night dream on August 30, the second year of Baoli

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

It is a joy to see Chen Ying suddenly unraveling, and the return of the world network is unknown.

Don’t forget the dream in the Quanwu Pavilion, while walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.

Reply to the Dream of Mountain Station

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

I have traveled thousands of miles in my dream, and I have been locked up in my ghostly desire for two years.

Don’t forget the place where you used to sit and walk, in front of the bamboo bushes at the foot of the back hall.

Staying in the Forbidden City, Dreaming about Xianyou Temple

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The grass in Xixuan is free from edicts, and the pines and bamboos are deep and silent.

When the moon comes out and the breeze comes, it suddenly looks like a sunset in the mountains.

Because of the southwest dream, the dream is like a wandering fairy.

The sound of leaking from the palace is like the sound of water dripping from a mountain spring.

Mengjiu

Tang Bai Juyi

Don’t come to me, the boss, to practice hard and become ashes.

My whole life’s memories are gone, why did I fall into a dream last night? 5. What are the poems that describe "dream"

1. The river surrounds Huai City, the clouds are dim and the sky is clear, and a pipe is lying across it. The dawn wind blows the hat, and the frosty sun shines brightly. I am secretly annoyed by Pan Lang's old hatred, but I should remember him as an old man and a disabled man. In the late autumn sky, the dogwood trees are twisting finely, and the fragrance is pouring out for whom. The human world is a true dreamland, filled with new sorrows and stars on the temples. I ask who will express my love at this meeting next year. Relying on the remaining light on the first floor, why not watch the moonlight behind the curtain? After a long period of time, I can sing your wonderful songs. Who is Mi Jiarong? ——Zhou Zizhi, "The Rain at Night in Xiaoxiang/The Fragrance in the Courtyard"

2. At the end of the year, I have many thoughts and feelings, and it is difficult to predict a good meeting. Chatting over cups and plates with care, cutting out the cold candles at the west window. The green sleeves are fragrant, the two moths hold back the hatred, and the new tune is pressed low. The merciless wind and rain make the heartbreak more urgent. It's hard to stay when you return home in a hurry, and you can endure the good night alone. Looking back, I turned into a dreamland, only to feel the fragrance of my clothes. There is an alliance between the sea and the mountains, the clouds are full of love and the rain is flowing, how can one teach one's heart to be satisfied? It's better not to see you, and I will just feel sad for you. ——Cai Shen's "Niannujiao·Suihua Minwan"

3. We feel sympathy for each other, but who can accompany us when we are frozen? In Huai'an's dreamland, a smile comes naturally. I didn’t see snow before I arrived at Xiechuan. Spring was about to be half-way, but the copper pond was still under pressure. Today I think about the past, I pick up a basin and build it, and the cauldron is idle for Kui Yi. when. God's will solves the problem, and travels to Huawu, sweeping the spider silk. On the leisure days in the pot, redundant documents will be taken off treatment. Sitting all around, talking about love, flying jade, knowing everything. The cup and plate are sparse, the cup is poured casually, and the monument in front of you is viewed honestly. ——Hong Shi's "Man Ting Fang·Suffering from the Same Sickness"

4. The lonely crane flies back and flies to the distant sky again, replacing all the old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. Carrying wine in the garden and looking for flowers in the alleys, I never underestimated the spring that day. The passing years have changed, the belt in the sigh garden is left, and the frost on the temples is new. Make friends. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health, and I have good food and tea. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor? ——Lu You's "Qinyuan Spring·The Lone Crane Returns"

5. Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of understanding the truth and interpreting it extremely profoundly. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees. The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in clouds, the blue luan is against the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Lang Han's letter, he became a close friend of Emperor Jun Tian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years in the world are passing by.

——Lu You's "Magnolia Slow·Reading Handan Dreams"

6. The wet clouds stick to the shadows of wild geese. Looking forward to the road, I am worried and confused, and it is difficult to get rid of my emotions. Thousands of gold buys the situation. But the sparse bells urge the dawn, and the crows crow in the dark. Spend time in darkness. Many feelings and encounters in dreams. Even after traveling to the clouds, he did not come back, so he sent a message to the general. Solitary. Ming Luan's heart is there, the distance across the crane is high, and there is no Huai in the later period. Love is waiting to be cut. Turn over and offend, old hatred. I'm afraid that where the heavenly teachings are, the two swallows are different and stained with residual vermilion and leftover powder. Talking about Linghua and lovesickness, let’s see who loses weight. ——Lu Rui's "Auspicious Crane Fairy·Shiny Clouds Sticky Wild Goose Shadows"

7. With Lin Xiansou, you can still feel the fragrance after cooking in the dream. Looking back, where is the edge of the glass? The clouds and discussions are small. The short house and half-gonglai vacant land are also covered with three flowers and two grasses. Boiling eyes, whipping wind and rain, dissatisfied with tea and smiling. The longevity bones are strangely towering and the spirit is clear and steep. Individual clothing, game dust table. The curtain lasts forever, and the elegant companion stays forever. The saliva is wide and flying, and the material is unrestrained. It is best if the harp and the harp are in the same tune, and they look at each other with age. The grass and branches are greener and more pleasing to the eye, and the family tradition is established earlier. Fighting for the finger to draw the forehead, celebrating the place, the lotus smoke blows the dawn. Remember the first trial of orchid soup, the scenery of that day arrived again. Let's drink together and let Jin Zun pour it. Drunk and proud of Xi'e. All things considered, they are all in vain, but snow, cypress, frost and pines are good. ——Chen's "Bao Ding Appears·Lin Xian Sou"

8. The wild crows have all returned, the plain smoke is like practice, and the low hood is flat. Broken walls and flying buildings, red and green trees seem to be there and gone. The female wall is short and the moon cages pink pheasants. The baby's pavilion is quiet and the dust is dark and the gold pavilion is dark. Ask Qingdu. Fairy Guanghan, what will happen after we say goodbye? Worry. Ten years of dreams, light songs and short drinks, always joyful. The lonely Qin Lang couldn't bear to look at Luan Gu from the mirror. Remembering the winding path, I hold my bare hands in front of me and twist my beard frequently towards the idle window. Afraid of West Lake. The young playmate was talking about the beginning. ——Qiu Yuan's "Jade Butterfly·Wild Trees and Dark Crows Return"

9. Jealousy of flowers is evil. Blowing the Qingyin up, the red pool pavilion is in chaos. Standing in the charming scenery, there are also fairy flowers and flowers all over the Qiongzhong small terrace, with green oil and sparse foil. The fragrance of the old days is remembered, and the jade slave's string is lingering. The road from Chang'an is far away, it is greasy purple and fat yellow, but it is in Dongluo. The rainbow in Tianjin seems like yesterday. Listening to the cuckoo's song to spend the month, spring is lonely again. The beautiful soul is scattered, flying into the south of the Yangtze River, turning to the vast lake and the vast mountains, making the dream difficult to hold. Thousands of flowers are sad, they are sleeping and leaning, and the hooks are at an oblique angle. Waiting to carry the honor, get drunk with singing and dancing, and encourage flowers to enjoy themselves. ——Jiang Jie's "Jie Lian Lian·Jia Hua Feng Evil"

10. When I was in Begonia in Biji Square, I was drunk at the end of the month and ten days ago. It will be hard to find the dreamland before. Who remembers the old songs in front of the bottle? The setting sun spreads across thousands of mountains, and the spring breeze breaks my heart. I don’t believe it when I say that I’m an old friend. The tea smoke and Zen couch make silk hair on the temples. ——Lu You "I stopped drinking for a long time and was pregnant with the prosperity of Chengdu Begonia" 6. Poems or words about dreams (please indicate the source and author) Thank you

Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi·Yimao's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month (Su Shi) Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about 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 home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the pine trees will be short on moonlit nights. ———————————————— Yu Linling (Liu Yong) The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been saddened by farewell, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? —————————————————— Spring Outing (Lu You) The flowers in Shen’s home are like brocades, half of which were those who knew him back then.

I also believe that beauty will eventually become ashes, unable to bear the hurried dream. ———————————————— Hairpin-headed Phoenix (Lu You) Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.

The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am filled with sadness, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tears are stained red and the silk threads are transparent.

Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.

Mo, mo, mo! ———————————————— Traveling in Huaiyuan on a Spring Eve (Cui Tu) The water flows and the flowers fade without mercy, sending the east wind through Chucheng. The butterfly dreamed of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches were updated three times a month.

The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? —————————————— Night Mooring at Fengqiao (Zhang Ji) The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. —————————————— Ru Meng Ling (Li Qingzhao) It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.

—————————————— Pipa Xing (preface) (Bai Juyi) In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I moved to the left to Sima Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night.

Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. When asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from Mu and Cao, two good talents. She was old and beautiful, and she committed herself to being a wife of a Jia family.

Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. After the song ended, he narrated the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard. He has been a disciple in the rivers and lakes. After serving as an official for two years, he is peaceful and contented. Thanks to the words of this person, he began to feel the intention of relegation in the evening.

Because of the long sentences, the song is given as a gift, with six hundred and sixteen words. The name is "Pipa Xing".

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.

He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.

Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. [Xia Ma (há ma) Ling] Thirteen learned the pipa and became the first in the class.

Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profits over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.

The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.

On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. There are no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to.

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright as if I were listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down and played a song, translating "Pipa Xing" for you.

I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.

Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. —————————————————— Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Leaving Farewell (Li Bai) Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is hard to find a letter in the mist.

The people of Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.

The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted toward the southeast. I want to dream of Wu Yue and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight.

The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are singing.

Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can smell the chickens.

Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top of the mountain.

The clouds are green and it looks like it is raining, and the water is still and it looks like smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed.

The cave sky stone fan opens in the center. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

The neon is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luans return to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp.

Suddenly the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to sigh. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.

The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return when you leave? Let the white deer wander among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.

An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, making me unhappy? ———————————————— Qinghuai (Du Mu) The down and out man is in the wine shop, his waist is slender and his palms are light. After ten years, I dreamed of Yangzhou and won the reputation of a brothel.

——————————————— Breaking the formation·For Chen Tongfu. 7. Poems expressing emotions through dreams

Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu chants to leave" "Sleepwalking Tianmu chants to leave" (1) (a work "Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu") Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Haike talks about Yingzhou (2), Yan Tao is in a daze and it is hard to find a letter.

Yue (3) People talk about Tianmu, and the clouds and clouds are bright and extinguished or visible. Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng (4).

The rooftop (5) is 18,000 feet tall, and it tilts southeast. I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across Jinghu Lake in one night (June).

The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River (7). The place where Mr. Xie stayed (8) is still there, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are singing.

Wearing Xie Gong's clogs (9), he climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall (10) sees the sea and the sun, and hears chickens in the air.

Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. (11) Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring (12), and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top.

The clouds are green and it looks like it is raining, and the water is still and it looks like smoke. There was a thunderbolt (13), and the mountains collapsed.

The cave stone door (14) opens suddenly. Qing Ming (15) is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform (16).

Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse (17), and the kings of the clouds come and go one after another. The tiger, the drum, the harp, and the luan return to the carriage (18), and the immortals are lined up like hemp.

Suddenly the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to sigh. (19) When I sleep on my pillow, I miss the ever-present haze.

(20) The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let the white deer wander among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.

(21) An Neng can crush his eyebrows and bend his waist (22) Serving the powerful makes me unhappy! 〔Notes〕: (1). Yin Fan's "Heyue Yingling Collection" collected this poem with the title "Sleepwalking in Tianmu Mountain and Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu". Later versions were either titled "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell to the Dukes", or "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell to the Dukes", or "Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu".

Tianmu Mountain: Fifty miles east of present-day Xinchang County, Zhejiang Province, adjacent to Tiantai Mountain in the east. Legend has it that a climber once heard Tianmu (an old woman) singing songs, hence the name.

(2). Haike: A person who wanders on the sea. Yingzhou: the legendary fairy mountain in the East China Sea.

"Historical Records? Fengchan Book": "Ziwei, Xuan, and Yanzhao sent people into the sea to seek the three sacred mountains of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou. They were passed down in the Bohai Sea and were not far away. Trouble will come. Then the wind from the boat will lead it away.

If it comes, all the immortals and the elixir of immortality will be there." Wei Mang: vaguely confused and unclear.

Letter: Real. Difficult to find: Difficult to find.

(3). Yue: refers to the area in present-day Zhejiang. Brightness and extinction: sometimes light and sometimes dark.

(4). Pull out: transcend. Chicheng: The name of the mountain is located in the north of Tiantai County, Zhejiang Province. It is the south gate of Tiantai Mountain. The soil is all red.

(5). Tiantai: The name of the mountain, in the north of Tiantai County, Zhejiang Province today. "Ten Roads on Mountains and Rivers": "Tiantai Mountain is ten miles north of Tiantai County, Taizhou. It is 8,000 feet high and circles around for 800 miles. It has eight layers of mountains and is the same on all sides.

"Forty-eight thousand feet: description Tiantai Mountain is very high, which is an exaggeration, not a real number. This: refers to Tianmu Mountain.

The two sentences mean: The towering Tiantai Mountain seems to be shorter than Tianmu Mountain. (6).: Tianmu Mountain and its legend.

Jinghu Lake: Also known as Jianhu Lake, it is located in the south of Shaoxing County, Zhejiang Province today. (7). Yanxi: The name of the water, located in the south of Shengxian County, Zhejiang Province, on the upper reaches of Cao'e River.

(8). Xie Gong: Refers to Xie Lingyun, a poet in the Liu and Song Dynasties of the Southern Dynasties. He was a native of Yangxia, Chen County (now Taikang County, Henan Province). He once served as the prefect of Yongjia and later moved to Kuaiji. He once lived in Shanxi when he visited Tianmu Mountain, and his poem "Denglin Haiqiao" contains the sentence "I will stay in the middle of Shantou, and I will climb to Tianmucen tomorrow".

Lushui: clear water. (9). Xie Gong's Clogs: refers to a kind of special wooden shoes worn by Xie Lingyun when traveling in the mountains. There are movable saw teeth under the soles. The front teeth are removed when going up the mountain, and the back teeth are removed when going down the mountain.

Qingyun Ladder: describes a mountain road soaring into the clouds. (10). Banbi: halfway up the mountain.

Heavenly Chicken: Volume 2 of "Shu Yi Ji": "There is Taodu Mountain in the southeast, and there is a big tree on it called Taodu. Its branches are three thousand miles apart, and there is Heavenly Chicken on it. The sun rises and shines on this tree. , the rooster crows, and all the roosters in the world crow with it. (11). Dusk: Dusk. Water makes the deep forests and mountain peaks tremble with fear.

It can also be interpreted as: In such a mountain forest where bears roar and dragons roar, people's hearts are shocked.

(15). Qingming: Qingtian. Jinyintai: The place where the gods live.

"Historical Records? Fengchan Book" records: According to people who have been to Penglai Fairyland, it is the place where immortals live. ? "Gold and silver are the palace palaces." (16). Gold and silver platform: Guo Pu's "Poem of Traveling Immortals" "The immortals came out of the clouds, but they saw the gold and silver platform" (17). Sentence of neon for clothes: Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs? Dongjun": "Green clouds and white neon clothes" .

Fu Xuan's "Song of Wu Chu": "The clouds are like cars and the wind is like horses." (18). Tiger drum and harp verse: The fierce tiger plays the harp, and the luan bird pulls the cart.

Luan: A legendary bird like the phoenix. Rumah: There are many descriptions.

(19). Sudden palpitations: I woke up from a dream and sighed. (20). Only awakening sentence: After waking up from the dream, only the pillow mat is left in front of me, and the beautiful haze in the dream has disappeared.

(21). Jun: refers to friends of Donglu. Let me add a sentence: I will keep the white deer on the green hills, and when I want to travel far, I will ride it to visit famous mountains.

(22). Bending: Tao Yuanming once sighed, "How could I bow down to the village boy for five buckets of rice! [School version]: "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Leaves Farewell" (the first work "Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu") ⑴ Li Bai Hai was talking about Yingzhou, and it was hard to find a letter in the mist. 2. The Yue people talked about Tianmu, and the clouds were bright and clear. . The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted toward the southeast.

I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly across the Jinghu Moon in one night. The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.

Xie Gong’s residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are singing. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed up the Qingyun Ladder.

The sun can be seen from half of the wall, and the sky chickens can be heard in the sky. The path through thousands of rocks is uncertain, and the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.

Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is watery with smoke.

The columns were struck by thunderbolts, and the hills collapsed. The cave sky stone fan ⒂ is opened in the middle of the cave ⒃.

The vastness of the blue sky is bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.

The tiger, the drum, the harp, and the luan return to the carriage, and the immortals are lined up like hemp. Suddenly the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to sigh.

Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze. The same is true for worldly pleasures22. In ancient times, everything flows eastwards.

When will you be 23 again when you leave? Let the white deer wander among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains immediately. 24. An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy! [School] ⑴ Title, "The Heroic Spirit" is "Dream Wandering in Tianmu Mountain and Farewell to the Dukes of Donglu".

⑵ The sentence "Smoke and Waves", "Yingling" writes "It is difficult to find the misty waves." Wang Ben's "Wei Mang" bet: "One work fills the air."

⑶ language, "Ancient Poetry Notes" is "Tao". 8. Poems about dreams

Sleepwalking Tianmu sings farewell by Li Bai Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is difficult to find a letter.

The people of Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng.

The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted toward the southeast. I want to dream of Wu Yue and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight.

The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are singing.

Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can hear chickens.

Thousands of rocks have endless twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top of the mountain.

The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is watery and smokey. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed.

The cave sky stone fan opens in the center. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luan returns to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp.

Suddenly the soul palpitates and the soul moves, and suddenly starts to sigh. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.

The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return when you leave? Leave the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible.

An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy. Meng Li Bai's Two Poems Du Fu The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.

In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news after expelling guests. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.

I am afraid that it is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable. When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black.

You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings? The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.

The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can reach it. The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.

I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person. Returning home is often awkward, and the journey of hardship is hard to come by.

There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost. If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your ambition in life.

The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard. The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.

Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you. Toad Palace Song·Composed in a Dream by Zheng Guangzu The dust on my fur is heavy on the saddle, and the reed flowers are tired from the whip.

The bow and arrow whistled, and they entered the haze. The bosom is moving, the westerly wind is filled with grass and millet, and the autumn water is filled with coriander.

Thousands of dots, old tree jackdaws. Three lines and two lines write the calendar of the long sky and the wild geese falling on the flat sand.

On the west side of the curved bank, there are fishing nets and poles for fishing near the inlet. On the east wall of the broken bridge, there are people with bamboo fences and thatched houses near the mountain stream. See mountains and valleys full of red leaves and yellow flowers.

It is a desolate time, when people are away and they are at the end of the world. Dream Xu Yin closed the North Hall before the moonlight fell, and his soul was transferred to Yao Mingxiang.

Wen Tonghao woke up strangely, and Emperor Wu Hengwu was fragrant after sleeping. Legend has it that the virtuous people have been recruited to assist him, and the Duke of Zhou will not be angry for long.

In the eighteenth year of the birth of the pine tree, how can the human world be busy?