Nine-dream poem

1. A poem about dreams. A sentence from Ouyang Hao: Leaving home is a dream year.

Liu Shenxu's words are like spring water, wandering around his hometown. Xue Ying said, "Hua stayed in Vietnam and dreamed of returning to Qin Yue." .

Duan said that lice suddenly and violently hindered dreams, and insects called louder and louder. Duan Meng thinks in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Su Sangyi. Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams.

Xiong jiao's sentence is tired of listening to birds singing. After waking up, when spring is over, he sweeps off the flowers. Meng Bin talked about fairy birds, but returned to the air to dream. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

God knows I remember him, which made me meet him in a dream on earth. Li Pin's words only took five words, which ended his life.

("North Dream") Every sentence of Li Yuan has three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).

Li Jing said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi Mao. (See "North Dream") Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and Liaocheng with one arrow.

(See Chronicle below). Zhao Lu's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and reminds me of the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See Yuezhou County Records). When Han Wo recalled sleep for three times, the dream of spring was all sleep.

If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. TanYongzhi's sentence "Things are different, and dreams are brokenhearted and tired." .

(Yi Monk) The trace of Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the egret, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. Linghu Chu sang and joined the army. Hu Feng has five twists and turns, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.

Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Ling Hu-chu's Zaqu and two songs of Sauvignon Blanc, Xing Jun Denglong and My Dream is in My Boudoir.

Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. Linghu Chu Zaqu, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, spring sleep, screen window fans.

In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. * * * Miscellaneous songs 6. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul.

I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. * * * miscellaneous songs, long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads to the north and autumn.

Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. * * * Za Ge Da An Le (Upregulated Song) Tears are hard to exhaust, and jade sells well.

Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.

Love love love, come to the restaurant. Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and jade sells well.

If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul. Song answered a field visit to the mountains and returned to Ilo at night.

Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain. In Jingzhou, Song returned to Mengze in Lingnan. In autumn, there are clouds in the sky.

It will also be the feather of the heron and re-enter the partridge group. Zhang said that he entered Cornus Mountain on the 9th and wrote five poems, of which 5,000 were in the mountain height.

When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.

May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.

Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.

Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.

There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.

It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?

Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.

Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.

No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.

Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.

Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.

I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.

If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.

I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.

I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.

More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui rabbit gave a gift to the monk who was taking a break from food. He heard that Du Zhong is not Lent, so why should he care more?

Few people go to the hospital quietly, and go to the top of the mountain from the grass. There are no birds under the stage, and there are clouds buried on the stone road.

In order to remember the old Zen, I also dreamed of a hundred cliffs. Cui Tu lived in seclusion in spring, thinking of old events in the south of the Yangtze River. Dumen, is it a solution?

Dreams never leave the spring stone, which Lin Wei called seclusion. Gradually get familiar with the floating world and recall the old mountain spring.

The water and wind in the south are warm, so white apples should be born. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.

If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.

I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.

White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.

Strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.

There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.

I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.

I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.

Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.

The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.

The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.

Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.

To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.

Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night. 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 bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves.

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

It snows a lot every spring and lives in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows homesick tears, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed.

Never a tourist from mountains and rivers, who is a fisherman? Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan, which was like entering Wuling Creek.

The mountains on both sides of the strait are opposite, and birds sing in three springs. The wine flag flutters, and the monk's house melts with the clouds.

That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dream. Du Xunhe's gift to the Venerable Master, regardless of Zen or Dharma, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate.

Solution.

I gave a wry smile. I used you against him, he used me to attack you, and you used me to get back at him.

This is really a vicious circle. He won't stop, I won't stop, I won't stop, and neither will you.

Each of us is a part of this cycle, interlocking and intertwined. When we are old, we should hold hands together, you accompany me, I accompany you, and we die quietly together ... Sometimes I wonder, can my story with him be called love? If so, the speaker may not like it, and the listener may not agree, because no one wants to blaspheme love.

If not, how should we define our story? Deal? Use? Conspiracy? Trick? It doesn't seem enough to cover up my affair with him. Meeting me is your doomed misfortune.

My darkness defiled your mind, my despair dried up your spirit, and my resentment drained your life. In this way, bit by bit, I ate the whale and swallowed you! I looked at the clock. She had left me for 356 minutes, and every minute was gone.

I looked at the clock, she had left me for 782 minutes, and every minute was suffering. Ning Xi, you are not a poppy, you are my flower in heaven ... Every time I see cherry blossoms, I think, is it a kind of sadness or a kind of happiness to die at the best moment in my life? "Ye Si, how far is it forever?" "Stay away from death."

"Is it really farther than death?" "Yes, it is farther than death." Behind love is pain and despair.

I can give up everything for you, but I won't fulfill you. Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of in this world.

Even if you go to hell, I will accompany you. I will cry for him, I will smile for him, I will be happy because of his gentleness, and I will be lost because of his cruelty. If this is love, then I love him.

Ye Si, if I can't stay with you forever, I will stay with you forever. You can be sad, but you don't need to despair.

Because, as long as the sun rises in the east as usual, my soul will pass through the magnificent glow and look down on you on earth. Ning Xi, if you can't accompany me all my life, I won't be sad or desperate.

I will accompany you, cross the rosy clouds and overlook the world. If we can watch the sun rise in the east together, does it mean that we can face the light together? Bloom flowers fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and time flows through your fingers in a hurry. I spent the 22nd autumn of my life.

Some people say that autumn is a season suitable for parting, and the whole world will grieve with you. Then, leave, in this lost season.

If life is a stage, I have finished my role. Now, it's time for me to take a curtain call ... There are many unbearable pains in life, which is a reality that we don't want to face directly. When that moment comes, we will cry, we will be sad and we will run away.

However, we must face the reality. Half a life, suddenly looking back, alone.

Some people say that a lifeless life is a ruin. Then I am a withered grass on the ruins. After falling, it was blown away by the wind without a trace.

Soon, spring will come back, and it is no longer my season. There will be no spring in my life.

Its former owner was the man who was proud of the world and different, but repeatedly gave in to me. His heart became gloomy because of my cold alienation, and he shed tears; Is that kind of ingenuity, shrewd, but willing to be calculated and used by me, willing to give my life to me, just to smile for my Zhan Yan; No matter where I go and where my heart is, I am still waiting for a warm hug and sweet comfort. Pass it on, I am doomed to owe in my life! -I would rather miss the day of parting, and the whole world is him.

On bright days, I look at the vast blue water and blue sky. Sometimes I miss him, and sometimes I miss him very much. If Ning Xi misses Ye Si, look at the blue sky and white clouds through his shoulders. At this moment, Beiyue, my poor little brother, I really want to say to you: If one day I really leave you, if the sky is still so high and the white clouds are still so chic, you don't need to be sad.

My soul will cross the magnificent brilliance and look down on you and the people I love on the earth. With my pure white soul out of the dirty body, I sincerely pray for you.

I hope you will never forget what Ning said to the Arctic Moon in your life. If I am not XuanYuanNing and have no dying body, I can let myself linger in the arms of missing and die slowly. If I am not XuanYuanNingXi, without a complicated and worried heart, I can give everything and drag him to accompany me to the ninth hell.

If I hadn't made so many mistakes and owed him so much affection, I could honestly let him give me a ride and enjoy the warmth of the finish line in his desperate grief. However, I am Xuanyuan Ningxi, and I am destined to do something that runs counter to his expectations and my wishes. This is my destiny.

-Ning Reunion Shi Ning, do you know how I spent these three years? The pain of fracture devours my bones like a poisonous snake every stormy night. I always think of you at times like this.

I want to get back at you severely, but it's really strange. Every time I see you, I forget everything.

I forgot how painful I was, how much I hated you, and how I should take revenge. As long as you are here, it seems that you can care nothing and give up everything.

Please don't leave me again, I really can't live without you. -Ye Si said before she imprisoned Ning that love is blue and desire is black.

What about the sky? What color is the sky? Will it be sunny in my world? This bed has become the deepest island in my soul, as if all the darkness in the world is concentrated here. I am stranded on this isolated island, facing a desert alone.

Talk to the desert and cry to the desert. The people in front of us are also deserts, and the future is also deserts. There is nothing but the desert.

-Ning Xi was brought back to the island of death by Ye Si. Life begins, waiting for the end. Between life and death, it is only a moment, as fleeting as a meteor across the night sky.

The moment I fell, I didn't know whether it was pain or happiness However, in this starry night, I want to ask you, my close lover, are you happy now? Longing for life or death? The time before dawn is always so dark. Is there light after darkness? Why not just open it?

3. 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. 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!

4. Poems about dreams 1. Life is like a dream, and statues are still on the moon.

-Interpretation of Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: Life is like a dream. Let's raise a glass to the eternal moon. Second, last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

-Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" Translation: Last night, I dreamed that the flowers fell into the idle pool, but it was a pity that Zhongchun could not go home. Third, you can see the sword and dream back to the corner when you are drunk.

-Song Xin Qi Ji translated "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu": In a drunken dream, I picked up an oil lamp and looked at my sword. In my dream, I returned to the camp of that year, and horns came one after another. Fourth, there is more wind and snow, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown.

-Qing Nalanxingde's "Out of the Mountain" translation: The wind and snow outside woke the sleeping soldiers and reminded them of their hometown. There is no such voice in my hometown. Five, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

-Song Luyou's "The Storm of November 4" Translation: It was a night that was coming to an end. I was lying in bed and heard the wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode a horse in armor across the frozen river.

5. Jade butterfly in ancient poetry collection; Jade butterfly in ancient poetry collection

Jade butterfly faces Bu Zhi.

Memories of youthful heroism, bad scenery in South China and Pengdao. Drunk in the palace of the prince of Wu, I don't understand sadness. Dance carelessly, waist like a willow, singing timidly, charming language like a spring. Good temporary banquet, colorful boat.

Crazy. A dream of Yangzhou, a thousand days of Zhongshan, forgetting fame and fortune. Counting the past, the joy in my eyes is all hurt. Go boating, squander flowers and water, leaving sad cold grass. Darkness and sadness. Sunset clouds break, and the hair is frosted. Jade butterfly is very spoiled.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River thousands of miles away, when looking at Baqiao Bridge, the smoke and water are faint. Try to lock the door, and people will go into darkness. Rain is light, pear flower garden, wind is light, Liutang. Hate is long. Shen Pei sumo, Yun Yun Gaotang.

Crazy. Dreaming again, rubbing plums, making wine for the first time. After the loneliness of spring, the bridge is still busy. Jade hook bar, with warmer, golden wisp pillow, don't be fragrant for a long time. The most unforgettable. Look at the flowers in the south and wait for the west wing of the moon.

Yu die er Chen

Wutong flies in Jinjing, autumn is near, and black magpie becomes a bridge. To ask what a binary star is, stay here tonight. Don't show new love for the time being this year, shake the old grievances again. The dark soul sells two feelings, and a thousand miles apart. Loneliness. Send a message to your child, how smart you can laugh, how happy you will be. I want to leave my sorrow, and the world has been forgiving since ancient times. But the heart is strong and will always be. What is the intention, and the rain is cloudy. If you don't sail at sea, you have a blowjob.

Yu die er Chen

Good is spring and autumn, strategizing, all in flowers. It is more worthy of rain, and it is beautiful. Drunk, tired of dancing, sleepless, dripping Gong Jin. Nobody knows. The eyes are empty and the heart is lovesickness. Partridges love each other, beads hang red tears and wash rouge. Lonely and dry, I have no words to recall the past days. Wuhuaqi, Zailang, Shuangmagpie, reported Lang's return. Jabba dreamed of returning to Wuxia, and spring came in Yaochi.

Jade butterfly satin

Independent soft red dust table, swallowing green fog far away, flat waves. The grass on the western wall is long, and it is afraid of breaking the double. The treetops are bright, the setting sun is not cold, and Ye Jing and the new rain begin to dry. Lean on dry ground. A goose tube, the picture is cold. Don't look for Sun Wang, Baiyun Chicken Dog, who once knew Liu An. Feather fan nylon scarf, I wonder if anyone is free outside the door. Hand in hand, lazy to recruit orioles, write blues, send qingluan empty. I can't leave. Listen to the wind and rain, the mountains have north and south. Jade butterfly satin

Wild trees are gone, plain smoke is like practice, and the cover is low and flat. Broken walls, it seems that everything is red and green. The female wall is short, the moon cage is made of pink and white, and the nursery is quiet and dusty. Ask Du Qing. Hiro Hanxian, don't do this. Worried. Ten years of dreams, shallow songs and short drinks are always entertaining. Lonely Qin Lang can't bear to see loneliness in the mirror. Remember the winding path leading to a secluded place, singing in front of the idle window and frequency with a plain hand. Afraid of the West Lake. Young playmate, talk about the beginning.

Jade butterfly thinks highly of the countryside.

Arouse a cool idea, before it rains late, do autumn shade first. Chuke is sad, who can solve this problem? The ancient platform is barren, the setting sun is oblique, the new dream is dark, and the moon is thin. It's always hard to ban. Hate as much as you can and pay for it. From now on. Tired of watching the blue mirror is not only a belated feat, but also a burden to the tobacco forest. There is no evidence to break the stalk, and the China era is shocking. I miss my meditation, water clouds are sad, I am idle, and apes and cranes are sad. Trust is heavy. Don't send more troops because you have unfinished business.

Jade butterfly and plum blossom

As far as the symbol of a strong age is concerned, the wind blows and the grass withers, and spring is warm and harmonious. Report to the sky and return to the turtle palace. Wang Yaokuai, nine heavy crimson queer, granted the imperial edict of the Han Dynasty, five-color cheese seal. Jennon. Jin Li, followed by San Gong. Elegant. Qi Linzu's account, and then continue the front ring column, crowned with Yunxia. The city is full of peaches and plums, and will appreciate the east wind. Willow smoke is light, ten thousand leaves hate, flower dew is heavy, and thousands of dividends are paid. Don't worry. And accompanied by beads, drunk with golden bells.

Yudie Ligang

Throughout the ages, Liling has been a river country, a boat full of smoke and a thousand miles of cloud forest. Therefore, tall buildings stare at the water in the distance. Jingyang bell, old news ringing, Yushu singing, empty echo. Feel a longing for love. The legacy of the Six Dynasties is hard to find. Ganquanfa followed his brother Zhiyu and worried about my lovesickness. I'm afraid I am here today. Drinking too much about respect and resignation will hurt your ambition. Be sure to sing high. Liu. The setting sun is faint and hazy, and the setting sun is setting.

Jade butterfly and plum blossom

Looking ahead at the Shui Han Cloud, leaning on the pillar for thousands of miles, it is bright. The dream is full of doors, and the curtain is moving with joy. The dance is heavy, the flowers are bright, the song fan is small, and the fragrance is warm and golden. The sound leaks late. Autumn dawn in the cave, wind and rain dew. Harvest. Fairy high banquet, wax, swallow lying on the moon. Yushu is in the wind, and it is natural in the middle of the month. The wine is broad-minded, the chest is dreamy, the etymology is strong, and the brave pen helps the flow. Then follow. Waiting to see the imperial edict, steady sandbar.

Jade Butterfly Li Chi Ngai

Look at the three strokes of letters and learn their rhyme.

Sitting for a long time, the lights are bloom, the leaves are dark, and the frost is early. Time and tide wait for no man in Ran Ran. Dial it back, it's like weaving, and it's like a stall in the moonlight. Tragic and boring. Seal the cigarette and wrap the element, and the carving disc is idling. Why not? I don't come for a few days, I believe in fish and birds, and my feelings are full. Keep your word, and always remember the wise words. I am sad, the hive is not dense, I shed tears, and the sea is still awkward. Elections are more important. Gradually moved to the silver-haired man with a low curtain face.

6. Ancient poems or words about dreams 1, like a dream on earth.

Song dynasty; surname

Su Shi

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

3. Awaken from my dream by her hot tears.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

Wake up from a dream in her flowery canopy.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

The Everlasting Regret

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue.

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Climb Mount Tianmu in my dream.

6. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming was bewitched by butterflies.

the Tang Dynasty

Li shangyin

golden

7. I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool last night.

the Tang Dynasty

Zhang

Chunjiang moonlit night

8. Drunk dreams are drunk, and Mix is not Sue.

Song dynasty; surname

Su Shi

Huanxisha

9. Dream Soul went east to find Sang Yu.

Song dynasty; surname

Su Shi

Huanxisha

10, between midnight and dreams.

Song dynasty; surname

Su Shi

Huanxisha

7. A Dream of Red Mansions

The night is not very real, just like the vagaries of life.

Every soul begins its life with a stranger,

The mind learns to perceive.

Love is like a poem, which is read to the perception with the most beautiful voice.

It never stops, making people feel unreal and unreal.

No, it's true. It's true.

My own name, the first finger of Acacia,

One life, many stories of joys and sorrows,

First time, all my life.

If a person is infatuated, his heart is easily hurt and his accounting is also lost.

Often lost, so cruel, it will always come true,

More puzzling and lovesick.

When the soul is dim, the black and white world is night.

Heart is love, a kind of white; My heart is lost.

Black stool devours everything.

Love is like two poles. Both day and night have the essence of night.

Life and death, gain and loss, are unattainable,

In reincarnation, love still exists.