Poems about Xi Meng

1. Poems about dreams

1. Life is like a dream, a statue is like a moon in the river. ——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"

Interpretation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay tribute to the eternal bright moon.

2. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring. ——Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty, "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"

Translation: Last night I dreamed of flowers falling on the pond. It was a pity that I couldn't go home after half the spring.

3. Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. ——Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Broken Array, Returning to Compose a Poetry for Chen Tongfu"

Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the year, and the horns sounded one after another. .

4. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, the dreams of hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Answer - "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty

Translation: The wind is blowing and snowing outside, which wakes up the soldiers from their sleep and reminds them of their hometown Missing me, there is no such voice in my hometown.

5. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "A Storm and Rain on November 4th"

Translation: The night was almost over, I was lying on the bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding a horse. Armored horses crossed the frozen river. 2. What are the poems about "dreams"

The main poems about dreams are:

Daydream

Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

2 Yue Rao sleeps drowsily, not sleeping alone at night and in 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? 3. A collection of poems about "dreams"

1. Years have passed since life and death, but the soul has never come to dream - "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: One year has passed since the separation between yin and yang. , why have you never come in my dreams?

2. Hearing about the envoys from the emperor of the Han family, the dream soul in the Jiuhua tent was frightened - "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: Taizhen heard that the envoys from the emperor had arrived, and from Awakened from dream.

3. Life is like a dream, a statue still shines in the moonlight of the river - "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Translation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay homage to this The eternal bright moon.

4. Last night, I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan Pond. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring - Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Dynasty’s "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"

Translation: I dreamed of flowers falling in Xiantan Pond last night. It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. What's more, I still can't go home half way through spring.

5. When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and watched the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp - Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Broken Zhenzi, composed a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu to send it to"

Translation: In the drunken dream I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various fortresses of the past, and the horns sounded one after another.

Extended information

Dream also means dream. The ancients believed that there must always be a reason for dreams. Wang Fu once said, "Among the strange dreams, there are many that are rewarding and few that are ineffective." He believed that there is always a reason for dreams. The reasons for dreaming are known to be psychological and physiological, but even in these two aspects known to humans, humans still cannot explain the mechanism of dream formation.

The events and scenes formed in dreams come from people's existing cognition and memory, which include vision, hearing, touch, and feeling. All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory.

China is the first country to study dreams. More than 2,000 years before Freud, we had a monograph on dreams - "The Interpretation of Dreams by Duke Zhou". However, the interpretation of dreams in "Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams" is not from a scientific perspective.

Based on the social, scientific and technological conditions at that time, this book has considerable historical limitations in the interpretation of dreams. Among them, dreams are given the ability to analyze people's future misfortunes. However, based on today's scientific understanding of dreams, people have found that dreams cannot predict people's future misfortunes. This view first emerged from Freud's book "The Interpretation of Dreams".

When people dream, their physiological manifestations include rapid eye movements and sleep talking. It is widely recognized that dreams occur in the light sleep state of people's sleep.

Dreams are both real and illusory. Whether this is psychological or imaginary, people still cannot explain it.

Reference materials: Dreams - Sogou Encyclopedia 4. Poems about dreams

Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell"

Haike talks about Yingzhou, smoke The wave is faint and it is hard to find a letter. The more people talk about the sky, the clouds may fade or be visible. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 18,000 feet high, so it tilts toward the southeast.

I want to dream of Wuyue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gongsuo is still here today, and the Lu River is clear and the apes are crowing. 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 many 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 sluggish with smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, the hills collapsed, and the stone door of the cave suddenly opened in the middle. 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 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 his soul palpitates and his soul moves, he suddenly gets startled and sighs for a long time. 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 after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng's humiliation makes me unhappy. 5. Poems about the word "xi"

1. The resentment of the jade steps---Xie Tiao

Under the bead curtain of your highness, the fireflies are flying and breathing again. I spent a long night sewing clothes, how could I miss you so much?

2. Autumn Thoughts---Bai Juyi

The sunset is redder than burning, and the clear sky is bluer than blue.

The shapes of the animals are different, and the bows are on the third day of the lunar month.

The wild geese come to the north of the sky with thoughts, and the anvils of sorrow fill the south of the water. The smell of bleak autumn is well understood even when you are still young.

3. Chinese Valentine's Day---Cao Song

Oxen and women meet on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn, and when they meet, there will be a flood of magpies. The bright clouds return to the golden chariot, and the bright moon is hanging on the jade hook.

Yan Yu has never been more hateful, but her beautiful face is no longer shy. What's more, it's the place where the lapels are separated. The dawn arrow comes from the east and shoots Cuilou.

4. "Autumn Evening at Willow Bridge" by Lu You

All the willow bridges can be seen, and all the water and roads are open. The moon is shining in every house, and the wind is blowing in the fishing boat.

The eyes are clear and there are no vulgar things, and the steps are dull. Who can be so wild and carefree, leisurely returning to the west and returning to the east?

5. "Sickness on the Chinese Valentine's Day" by Yang Wanli

Good times and beautiful scenery are about to come, but troubles are as big as a mountain. The cicadas sing in the clear air and the willows in the stream, the flowers blow the yellow snow and sprinkle the official locust trees.

The scenery of the new autumn is all good to enjoy, but it is not good for people who have been ill for a long time and have a lazy mind. It is said that there is no need to beg for cleverness with children. I am still a good boy. 6. Poems about dreams

When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will go 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 7. Poems about "dreams"

Ouyang Fuju has been away from home for a long time.

Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.

Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.

Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.

Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.

Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams. Li Pin's Sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime.

("Bei Meng Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng."

(See "Chronicle" below). Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy with spring dreams.

The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.

("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.

Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking up the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir.

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 and Songs·Sixth Cheer 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 lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is full of homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.

The moon goes with the 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, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, but jade is easy to sell.

If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will 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.

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