Dreams in classical Chinese

1. Are there any classical Chinese essays about dreams?

The classical Chinese essay "A Dream of Huangliang" is an allusion to "The Pillow Story" of the Tang Dynasty:

Kaicheng In the seventh year, Lu was born, named Ying, with the courtesy name Cuizhi. On a reverse journey in Handan, I met Lu Weng, a Taoist, and he lamented his poverty. The old man took a pillow from his bag and taught him. He said: ‘This pillow will make Zirong feel comfortable! ’ At that time, the master was just steaming millet, and his head was buried in his head. He dreamed of it in his pillow, so he went to his home. Within a few months, he married the daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe. So he promoted Jinshi, tired of officials, moved military envoys, and defeated the army. He served as prime minister for more than ten years. His five sons were all officials, and he had more than ten grandchildren. His concubines were all from prominent families in the world. He died at the age of over eighty. When I woke up, the steamed millet was not yet cooked. The stranger said: "Is this a dream?" ’ Weng laughed and said, ‘The comfort of life is also like this! ’ After being caressed for a long time, he bowed his head and thanked him before leaving. "After this Huang Liang dream, Lu Sheng realized something great. Instead of going to Beijing to take the exam, he went to the mountains to practice Taoism.

Full text translation:

During the Tang Dynasty, a scholar named Lu, also known as Cuizhi, was called Lu Sheng by others.

One year, he went to Beijing to take the exam. On the way, he stayed in a hotel in Handan, where he met a Taoist priest named Lu Weng and expressed his feelings about life to him. After hearing this, Lu Weng took out a pillow from his pocket and gave it to Lu Sheng, saying: "You can sleep on this pillow at night, so that you can dream well." "

It was already late, and the shopkeeper began to cook yellow rice. Lu Sheng began to sleep according to the Taoist priest's instructions, and he soon fell asleep. In his sleep, he After returning home, a few months later, he married a woman from the Cui family in Qinghe. She was very beautiful and had more money. Lu Sheng was very happy. Soon he was promoted to Jinshi again. He served as a military envoy, defeated the Rongjun army, and was promoted to prime minister for more than ten years. He successively gave birth to five sons, all of whom became officials and achieved fame. Later, he had more than a dozen grandsons. He became a big family in the world and enjoyed endless glory and wealth. However, when he was in his 80s, he became seriously ill and was in great pain. He was about to die and suddenly woke up and realized that it was just a dream.

At this time, the yellow rice cooked by the shopkeeper was not yet cooked. Lu Sheng felt very strange and said: "Is this a dream? After hearing this, Lu Weng said: "Isn't the direction of life the same?" "

After this Huang Liang dream, Lu Sheng had a profound enlightenment. He no longer thought about going to Beijing to take the exam, but instead went to the mountains to practice Taoism.

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Ouyang Fu's poem has been away from home for a long time.

Liu Min's poem "Returning to a dream is like spring water, leisurely." Around the hometown. Xue Ying's sentence is that the flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to the Qin Dynasty.

Duan Cheng's sentence is that the lice are in danger of returning to the dream, and the insects are noisy at dawn. Duan Cheng's sentence is about nectar in the dream. Xihui Lantern.

The coolness of Sikong Tuju makes the dream of the crane clear. The sentence of Zhao Gugu and the crane returning to Songdao are perfect. After waking up from a dream of listening to the singing of birds, when the spring is over and the flowers are falling, Meng Bin said that the fairy birds returned to the sky to talk about their dreams. This person can be seen in the dream of the world. Li Pin's sentence is only a five-character sentence, which will destroy a lifetime.

Li Yuan's sentence "Three glasses of wine and a passing game of chess". "Meng Suo Yan").

Li Jingrang said that "one hundred thousand households in Chengdu are like a feather" (see "Bei Meng Suo Yan"). p>

(See "Chronicles" below). Lu Zhao's poem "Reminiscing about the Sunlit Moon" during the Mid-Autumn Festival

(See "Yuezhou Fu Zhi"). Teng Teng.

The jade hairpin hangs on the edge of the pillow. The traces of the mandarin heron have not left, but the dream soul has arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu and Chu Xianghe's poem "Walking with the Army" is startling for thousands of miles, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is bright.

< p> Even if I dream of returning home, I can still hear the sound of a stopper. The lyrics of Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc are on the way.

Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn.

In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs·Sixth Clear There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.

Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn.

The solitary lamp is like a guest’s dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs · Dayunle (Shang Tiaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.

The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away. Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened.

After interpreting the dream in a dream, I came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, and jade with broken bones is easy to sell.

If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late.

When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain. Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.

He will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain.

I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having many dreams.

I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.

We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.

The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.

There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.

It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?

I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.

Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.

No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the field, springs and chalcedony flow.

I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.

The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.

I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan during the Spring Festival Gala. All the flowers in his hometown are gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.

Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids.

Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.

You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.

I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave the monk a gift of food. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?

There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.

To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?

The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.

The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.

A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.

I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.

It is not too early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.

In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.

Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.

We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.

The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.

I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.

If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.

The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.

The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.

They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.

I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not freedom.

Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.

Xiao Xiao is still here, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is full of traces, the day is vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is still there.

There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams.

I have always been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, who can say I have come to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Feng back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.

The mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are singing in spring. The wine flags and willows move, the monk's house aligns with the clouds.

This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost. Du Xunhe gave it to Master Linshang. Regardless of Zen and the law, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment.

Solution. 3. Classic poetry and articles in ancient Chinese describing "dreams"

Poetry and articles about dreams Poetry: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan": The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell": I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake and the Moon all 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 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 and valleys, the road 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 and smokey. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed.

The stone door of the cave opens suddenly. 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 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.

Du Fu's "Moon Night": Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir alone. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.

The fragrant mist makes the temples wet, and the clear jade leaves the arms cold. When do I lean on Xuguo, my tears will dry when I shine with my eyes.

Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow": The fireflies in the evening palace are thinking quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep. The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to the heaven and entering the earth to seek for everything. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.

There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade fan in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and teach Xiaoyu a double success.

Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open.

The cloud bun is half-way up to bed, and the flower crown is not neat when she comes out of the hall. The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. I looked at the king lovingly, and my voice and appearance were blurred once I said goodbye.

Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace. Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist.

Only the old things show deep affection, and the tin alloy hairpins are sent to the future. Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.

But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth. I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing": My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.

There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.

I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

Su Shi's "Remembering Dreams": There are things in the circle and space in the space, but how can there be a circle and space in the well? If you don't believe in the true shape of the sky, your eyesight should be poor at first.

The chain has been solved like the hand of a god, but all the orifices are still calling the wind. The inspector laughed when he asked his father-in-law who was in the way.

Words: Rough statistics show that Wen Tingyun wrote more than 30 poems related to dreams, Li Yu wrote 13 poems, Yan Jidao wrote more than 40 poems, Su Shi had as many as 55 poems, and other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui, and Wu Wenying and others all wrote about dreams. Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, they were drunk and beautiful.

Dance low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, and sing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times.

There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the encounter was a dream. Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal": The slender clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, can you bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back? If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of 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 to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.

We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Appreciation This word is the first eulogy in the history of literature. This poem was written on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month.

At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou and was dissatisfied with his emigration and was quite frustrated. He lived in Mizhou, thousands of miles away from home. Under such circumstances, he mourned his deceased wife and became increasingly sad.

The poem expresses the author's deep nostalgia for his deceased wife. It was Su Shi's first creation to use words to express condolences.

This eulogy uses a variety of artistic methods such as separation and combination, combination of virtual and real, and narrative line drawing to express the deep and persistent feelings of missing his deceased wife. Su Shi's wife Wang Fu died of illness in Bianliang, the capital, in the second year of Emperor Yingzong's reign (1065), and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.

It has been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his regrets about the bumpy career and ill-fated career during the past ten years.

The whole word is divided into three levels using dreams as clues. The first film describes the longing before the dream, showing the deep love for his deceased wife.

The two sentences "even though" contain the sentimentality of frustrated career. The first five sentences of the next film are about meeting in a dream.

Use the small details of life to express the deep love between husband and wife. "Xiaoxuan window, dressing up" is like a close-up scene, implicitly describing the beauty and passion of the deceased wife.

"We can't say anything when we look at each other, but can only shed a thousand tears." The emotional capacity is huge. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, the emotion is sincere, and the artistic conception is sad.

Wu Wenying's "Night Tour in the Palace": People go to Yanyao in the west tower to talk about farewell dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. The clouds are thin and the stars are sparse and the mountains are dawning.

Listening to the crow of crows, building a bridge over the river, the words have not yet been finished. Outside the rain, crickets sound early. How much frost is there in the fine weaving? He told Xiao Niang that he didn’t know.

To Chang'an, to the autumn lanterns, how many people are old? Lu You's "Wandering in the Palace at Night: Remembering Dreams and Sent to Master Bohun": At dawn, the snow is rising, and the wind is in chaos. Are you sleepwalking in an unknown place? The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.

Sleeping in the cold light, the sound leaks out and the moon tilts against the window paper. Since Xu Fenghou has been in Wanli.

Does anyone know? Although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour in the Palace": The setting sun shines on the water under the leaves, making gentle waves sink for thousands of miles.

The sour wind on the bridge hit my eyes. Stand for a long time, watch the dusk, the city lights.

Under the cold window of the old house, I heard a few pieces of tung tree falling down. Not falling in love with single quilt comes up again and again.

Does anyone know? For Xiao Niang, write a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's "Jiangmei Yin": (In the winter of Bingchen, I stayed in Liangxi, but I couldn't reach the Huaihe River. I wrote about my aspirations because of my dreams.)

It is easy to be separated for a long time in the world. See plum branches.

Suddenly lovesick. Several small windows, Youmeng hand in hand.

There is no place to be found in my dream tonight, just wandering. The cold invasion is not yet known.

Wet red hate ink shallow seal title. The treasure zither is empty and no wild goose is flying.

Wandering around the streets, guess what. 4. Translation of the classical Chinese text "Dream of Zhou Gong"

The allusion "Dream of Zhou Gong" comes from "The Analects of Confucius. Shu Er".

Duke Zhou was a politician in the early Western Zhou Dynasty. He assisted King Cheng in regenting and made great contributions to the Zhou Dynasty. Later generations respected him as a sage.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius admired the political system of the Duke of Zhou very much. He studied the Six Arts knowledge passed down from the Western Zhou Dynasty since he was a child, and mastered the Huangzhang system of the Western Zhou Dynasty. He respected the political system of the Western Zhou Dynasty very much, and believed that the Western Zhou society was A perfect society, and Duke Zhou has become the person he most yearns for, so much so that he often dreams of Duke Zhou.

Later, Confucius became a political official in the State of Lu. He was determined to restore the system of the Western Zhou Dynasty, conduct benevolent governance, and establish a Western Zhou-style country. However, his ideas were strongly opposed by the ruling elite. In the end, he was forced to leave the State of Lu and traveled around the country to publicize and implement his ideas. As a result, he encountered obstacles everywhere and had to return to the State of Lu. By this time, he was already old and frail. , sighed and said: "How old I am! It's been a long time since I dreamed of Duke Zhou anymore!" It means, how old I am! I haven’t dreamed of Duke Zhou for a long time!

Later, people used this allusion to express their remembrance of the sages. Su Shi's "Temple of Zhou Gong" in the Song Dynasty used this allusion: "I have dreamed of Duke Zhou now, and I have been to the Forbidden City in the Spring and Autumn Period."

< p> One of the masters fell asleep during the day, and when he woke up, he said falsely: "I am dreaming of Duke Zhou." In the morning, his disciples followed his example, and the master woke him up with a boundary and said: "How can you do this?" The disciples said: "Also Go see Duke Zhou." The master asked, "What did Duke Zhou say?" He replied, "I didn't see your master yesterday." The apprentice) lied: "I am going to see Duke Zhou." The next morning, his apprentice imitated him and slept during the day. His master woke him up with a pointer and said: "What can you learn like this?" The apprentice replied: "I also went to see Duke Zhou." The master said: "What did Duke Zhou say?" "Answered: "The Duke of Zhou said: 'I didn't see your master yesterday.'" 5. How to express "dreaming" in classical Chinese

In classical Chinese, it can be expressed with the word "dream" or the verb phrase "to dream" Dreaming.

Ancient poems about "dreaming": 1. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos (Li Shangyin. "Jin Se") 2. The dawn dream follows the sparse clock, and floats on the clouds. .

(Li Qingdaozhao. "Xiao Meng") 3. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up at the small window. (Su Shi. "Jiang Chengzi") 4. I didn't know that I was a guest in the dream. , a moment of joy.

(Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha") 5. The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes (Li Yu. "Midnight Song") 6. How much hate, last night's dream. In the soul.

It still feels like traveling to Shangyuan in the old days. (Li Yu. "Wang Jiangnan") 7. Steaming clouds and waves shake Yueyang City. Ran. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang") 8. I found the old pillow in my dream, but the dream failed to become a lamp and burned up. (Ouyang Xiu. "Jade House Spring: I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell") 9. Feeling like this, I miss my old friend. Dreams of labor at night.

(Meng Haoran. "The Great Love in the South Pavilion in Summer") 10. The dream is full of tears, and the song is heard in the front hall late at night.