Poems about ancient people’s dreams

The ancients had many dreams, do you have a look?

1 Li Yu's sentence "I didn't know I was a guest in my dream"

2 Xin Qiji's sentence "I dreamed of returning to the trumpet company camp"

3 Ouyang Fu's sentence "I have been away from home for a long time."

4 Liu Xuxu's sentence

Returning to a dream is like spring water, lingering around my hometown.

5 Xue Ying's poem The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.

6 Duan Cheng Style Sentence: The lice storm prevents you from returning to your dream, and the insect noise makes you wake up at dawn.

7 Duan Chengshi Sentences

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

8 Sikong Tu Sentence The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, and the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.

9 Zhao Gu's sentence The crane returns to Songdao and writes a complete letter, and the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.

10 Xiong Jiao's Sentences

After waking up from a dream after being tired of listening to the singing of birds, when spring is over and the flowers are falling.

11 Meng Binyu's sentence The fairy bird returns to the sky and talks about dreams, and the Qing Dynasty feels guilty for not reaching its goal.

12 Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences

God knows that I remember this person so that I can see him in my dreams.

13 Li Pin's Sentence Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime. ("Bei Meng Suo Yan")

14 Li Yuan's sentence

Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

15 Li Jingrang Sentences One hundred thousand households in Chengdu are like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan")

16 Yang Juyuan's sentence

Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng. (See "Chronicle" below).

17 Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you recall the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Annals").

18 Han Xie Three Recollections

When I reminisce about sleep, I am sleepy in spring dreams. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.

19 Tan Yongzhi's sentence The flowing water is familiar with the state of the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work in spring dreams. ("Yiseng")

20 Wu Bin's sentence

The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul first arrived at the partridge village. ("Ci Jie Mu")

21 Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army Hu Feng was startled from thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage coming out.

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Su Shi’s sentence comes at night and you suddenly return home in a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.

23 Linghu Chu Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking on the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir. Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty.

24 Linghu Chu

Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics·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.

25 *** Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics·Sixth Thor

There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long.

26 *** 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 causing homesickness.

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Miscellaneous Songs and Songs · Dayunle (Shang Tiaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, but jade is easy to sell. The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away.

28 Wang Ji Inscribed on the Wall of the Hotel

Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened. After reading the dream in the dream, he came to the restaurant.

29 Zhang Wenshou Dayu Le The tears are hard to shed, but the broken jade is easy to sell. If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away.

30 Questions from the Song Dynasty

Answer 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 three-autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky. He also returned the egret feathers and rejoined the group of partridges.

Zhang said

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 Boudoir's Complaint

It's hard to send all the books, and I worry about many dreams. I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.

Zheng Gu

After the rebellion, Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of the half century in Western Shu... The four rhymes are used to hang on each thought and listen to the pure words, and to the Zen bed on a rainy night.

We haven't seen each other again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured. The dream revolves around the long pine tower, burning a stick of incense in the distance.

Xu Bin

During a night mooring in Jingshan, I met my relatives and friends when the mountains and the sea were different, so I stopped the boat for this period. There is no limit to what we mean when we meet, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair. The pursuit of fame is easy to come late, and there is no time to go.

Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan

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 I hated the bells of Xianghan and Han Dynasty. 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 seeing your appearance suddenly.

Cui Tu titled Songyang Hermit

Forty years of high dreams, 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

The flowers in my hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering. If you want to live half your life, how difficult is it to live in one life? The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids. In the spring of the second year, I looked back with regret, not like I was in Chang'an.

Cui Tu Qiuxi and friends gather together

The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty. You should be as young as me if you are eccentric, and you will be the same as me when you sing. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream. I even heard that the cranes were in the air, and the clear dew was dripping from the green pine trees.

Cui Tu gave a gift to the monk who was resting.

If you don’t fast after hearing the bell, why should you care more 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

How can it be a good idea to spend a leisurely spring day recalling the old business in the south of the Yangtze River? 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. In the south, where the water and wind are warm, white apples should grow.

Cui Tu stayed at the mountain house at the top of Lushan Mountain

As soon as you step 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 also a difficult one. 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 dream of Chang'an.

Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening

Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again. It's not too early for Bai to happen, but it's too late for Qingyun to go. 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 left home

A long night in early August, the first journey across a thousand mountains. Beauty is only a dream, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and being shy is a false name.

Han Xie wants to leave

Fen Yun talks through the window, reminiscing about Tao’s youth. 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 can only be known through dreams.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back eastward

Zidian has been favored for a long time, and he returned eastward and passed through Haimen. I know the glory is just a dream, but I am willing to be ecstatic when I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold. If Jishan comes again, it should be old and cloudy.

Wu Rong left for Tongguan early

The beginning of the moon was setting on the horizon, and my 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, Butterfly

Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight. They must live together when they live together, and they must fly together wherever they fly. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light. I have long been acquainted with beautiful girls, and dreamed of people returning from far away at night.

Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu

If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free. 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 has not finished yet, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Dai Siyan is on the fortress

The sky is vast and the day is vast, the ancient battlefield is smelly with sand. 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, so who can say I have come to Yuyang?

Du Xunhe sent Chen Fang back to Machuan.

Seeing the bottom of Machuan is clear, it seems to be entering Wuling River. Mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are chirping in spring. The wine flags and willows move, the monk's house aligns with the clouds. This is the road to my hometown, and I will never lose sight of you in my dream.

Given to Master Lin by Du Xunhe

Regardless of Zen and discipline, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment. Unraveling emptiness has no self-existence, and what you get is speechless. The eyes are wide open and dreams are floating around, and the heart is clear about the source of the great truth. Nowadays, those who come to learn from the teacher are mostly locked in the teachings.

Du Xunhe sent a letter to Gu Yun

To avoid having to say goodbye the year before last, I stayed at the Pingzhou Hotel. Chaos and uncertainty make it difficult to trust each other. Although the soldiers of the Hou Kingdom have gathered, my hometown is empty. Autumn comes to recall the king's dream, and to chase the conqueror every night.

Du Xunhe

At the end of winter, Vice Minister Pei went to Changsha to expose his affairs, but it was hard to explain. As soon as the family and mountains are separated, the grass and trees bloom in spring. The wind blows in dreams and the horns of the sky are blown, and the snow-mountain ape cries of sorrow. I am so full of thoughts that I am so far away from home.

Du Xunhe will travel to Xianghu Lake and make great achievements

The family has to say goodbye and can't help but sigh. I was a visitor from far south and boarded a water boat for the first time. Yue Zhongsi's cold dream, the remaining chapter of Xiangyue Shao. There is a plan to return, and the storm will happen next year.

Du Xunhe's Thoughts on Autumn Morning

When the leaves fall, the traveler is startled by his first dream. Zhongcai had just finished his pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long. And make an appointment with justice, and return to the plow before you can bear it.

Zheng Zhun sent a message to the people living on the border.

It won’t be long before you come back, and it will be dark and bright again after a long time. The film's heart is filled with divination, and the remaining dreams are frightened when crossing the bridge. The holy lake is like a bait, and the troops will stop on the battlefield. The cool breeze should be for me, sending the sound of anvils one by one.

Weizhuang Worry

Avoid sorrow and sorrow will come again, and the sorrow will be unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost. It doesn't pass through the young master's dream, but enters the heart of a traveler. I'd like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness?

Wei Zhuang gives wine to friends

Even though he is sick, he still has many feelings, and the king's heart is self-centered. All life is a dream, and sighing is not as good as chanting. The white snow is beautiful, and the clear fragrance is deep. The boss of chaos and separation, don't touch your lap when you are drunk.

Weizhuang Spring Sorrow

Thinking about it hurts me a lot, and I hate it even more when spring comes. The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall over the plum blossoms. Sleeping timidly combined with dreams, leisurely drinking wine. There are no people in the back garden, and the moon is slanting above the pines.

Wang Zhenbai's Two Songs of Complaints from Nagato

Lonely in the Forbidden City in spring, the remaining lights are still there. I have never been a concubine, but I have occasionally failed in your favor. Falling flowers hurt the face and temples, and the oriole's cry frightens the dreaming soul. If Cuihua can be treated, Lao Changmen should be spared.

Wang Zhenbai

Thinking (a work of Sauvignon Blanc) when the hibiscus comes out of the water, it occasionally separates. Since then, I have no reason to see, and I have always been taught and thought about. I can't sleep in the waning spring. Who do you want to pass on your fragrant letter to? Under the lonely autumn hall, I chant a small thank you poem in the air.

Bai Juyi

On a moonlit night in early winter, I received a letter and several poems written by Huangfu Zezhou. Because the newspaper was sent to me, the title was a long sentence with two or three chapters of clear and jade rhyme, and seven or eight lines of fallen foil and silver hooks. My heart is chasing newspapers and books hanging at the feet of wild geese, and my dream is looking for the way around the sheep's intestines. There is a bright moon in the sky south of the water, but it is cold enough in the north of the mountain to get frost early. What I hate the most is the newly brewed wine. I won’t be able to taste it in the winter.

Bai Juyi

I was living leisurely in Luoxia, and sent him to Shannan. Linghu Xianggong had already withdrawn to the garden, and still sent his name among the officials. Ji Kang is lazy and quiet without training, and even poorer without gold. The remaining branches of the branch family refuse to return to the old and the middle of the country. But Xiangjun has not forgotten it, and he always misses the Han River and dreams of Bashan Mountain.

Bai Juyi

Kaicheng created four elegy lyrics for the Daxing Emperor, which were composed according to the imperial edict and evolved into the same track to express purity and peace. Although the emperor and Jiu Ling have auspicious dreams, the mountain's cry of long live is an empty voice. The moon is low and the ceremonial guard is on Cilan Road, and the wind brings the bamboo flute into Baicheng. The old and sick dragons and beards can't catch up, and it hurts the most to retire from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Bai Juyi

We travel hand in hand with dreams at night, and when we wake up in the morning, we can’t hold back the tears. The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass and trees in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another, but Ye Tai was confused as to whether he knew.

Bai Juyi

Yang Liushang frequently sent new poems, many of which expressed the desire to meet each other leisurely... The king who reported this was not old enough to hang his chariot. . If you are in good health, you should have a gold seal and a ribbon, and if you are in a high position, you will be called a white mustache. If we talk about the origin of earthly things, we can only ask if the mind is at ease. Advance and retreat, right and wrong, are just dreams, and so are the towers in the hills.

Bai Juyi

Using poems instead of letters to reward Mu Chao Shangshu. It is not accidental to see the meaning of poetry in writing. The dream of bitter clouds is in Linquan. I wish to be the lover of mist in the Valley of Foolishness, and to have a connection with Buddhism and the incense. Every time I feel ashamed of my love for the ministers, I pity myself for the illness of lay people. I don’t know if I’m happy with my stay, but I went to my old school in 1967.

Cui Xuanliang

Cui Xuanliang and Bai Letian (who was the guest of the prince at that time in the Eastern Capital) returned to Luoyang after their illness, and saw Bai Hou with open eyes. Fengzhao is afraid that you will leave this year, and Longmen owes me an old trip. Several people sang together under the bottles, and paid tribute in front of several lamps. Relatively recalling Liu Liu in the distance, I dreamed of Changzhou in the cold night.

Mou Rong

I was traveling in Hangzhou, and wrote poems to send to Jiang Village. It was autumn for a while, but I heard that you were traveling far away alone. The wind and smoke in the Zhejiang River remind people of the past, and the figures from Chu Township ascend to the building. The book is cold and the shadows of wild geese are beside the clouds, and the dream is full of sadness under the ape moon. Thinking of my old friend and working hard for a long time, it is better to go to Cangzhou where he lives.

Mou Rong

The west wind blows coldly through the mink fur as we see off our guests, and we are in such a hurry that we don’t stay for a while. The sails take the sunset to Yuepu, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hangzhou. Listening to the clear wind will frighten the dream of hometown. Don't worry when you hear the song under the lamp. I am thinking of the prosperous land in Hangzhou, so I would like to talk to you about it.

Mou Rong

I feel that the two poems are about to leave my arms and fall into dreams, living in poverty and loneliness without neighbors. It is difficult for poetry to form a rhythm because of its perilous rhyme, and because of too much alcohol and worry, one does not care about one's health. In the eyes of old friends, we are surprised to see each other farewell, and our glorious hair is getting newer every time. After ten years of wandering, I felt a sense of despair.

Mou Rong

Mr. and Mrs. Shao scratched their heads and were surprised to hear the songs of Chu. They brushed off their clothes and went back with tears hanging down the river. When I am tired, I often think about the three springs and hate them. I think about raising them like an inch of grass. The dream of Zhejiang River is thousands of miles away, and Sutai is worried about the white clouds. Sadness is unique to Huangtang guest, who sings Polygonum in the wind several times.

Mou Rong

As a guest, I took a nostalgic tour of thousands of miles of clouds and mountains, and the cold rainy night was long in the cold window. The flowers and bamboos in the floating pavilion are full of tired dreams, and the wind and smoke on the other road are half sad. The fragrant grass is surrounded by people and I drink wine in the air. I climb the stairs tired from many years of illness. A cup of wine is drunk in front of the bottle. Don't let the lovesickness make you grow old.

Mou Rong

Two freehand poems. The lonely and desolate hall has a closed door, and there are few traces of clogs on the moss path. The white hair and wild dust are broken, and the green felt is so quiet that the guest's heart is still there. There are three pianos in the mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine in the bright moon. After getting drunk, I lie down under the forest with my legs bent. I don’t need to talk about honor or disgrace in this life.

Mou Rong

Send Chen Heng off. The misty scenery of the autumn river is pale and green in the evening, and the people leaving on the river are rushing to sail away. A thousand miles away, an official goes alone, and in ten years his temples are covered with three frosts. The music of Yunmi Tower is far away from my relatives and friends, and the dream leads to a long road for tourists. There is no need to be sad and desolate in the face of wind. Since ancient times, a man with a white head has been considered a gentleman.

Cai Jing

Yong Zigui's thousand-year grievance turned into a bird, forever chasing the sad wind and calling the distant forest. I am worried that the flowers will die when the flowers are dripping with blood. The moon is shining coldly in the waves. Tears condensed into purple plugs in front of the wind, shocking the heart of Dream of Red Mansions. I can't return to Chu Ci with a broken heart. The sword gate is far away and the Shu River is deep.

Li Shen

Reminiscent of being left drunk by Niu Xiang in the state with no other guests. Niu Gong came out at night, and many people of all ages drew horns in the city and closed their doors three times. A night of pure feasting in golden bottles same. Silver candles sit in the corner and listen to the midnight sound, and the spring breeze blows from the banquet of precious zithers. Drinking wine conquers the old and makes you feel ashamed, and the song changes to new words and brings a feeling to the palace. As soon as the clouds and rain dispersed over Huaihai, they were all lost in the dream soul.

Li Shen

Twenty new poems on the building·Wanghai Pavilion (on the top of Wolong Mountain, the highest point in the middle of Yue), the black rabbit is far away from the sky, and the crane's back is covered with pine tips and the threshold is low. Sit in the corner of the lake mirror and look at the box full, and see the clouds where the waves are rising. Xilan Ming is extinguished, the river is small, the smoke and trees are vast, and the guests are lost. The feeling of desolation is just a dream, and the grass is luxuriant in the sky.

Li Shen

Twenty Xinlou Poems·Water Temple Passing by Yanboye Temple, in the vast dream of the Water Country. The clouds are scattered among the rivers and the moon is shining brightly, and the sun is shining brightly in the Zhuzhou and Zhuhai seas. Sit and watch the fish and birds float far away, and quietly see the same people on the balcony. Hearing that Daohua City is a convenient metaphor, one should only go to the Dragon Palace from here.

Li Shen

In Jianxuan Shadow Hall’s fragrant lantern, in the lonely net of dust, the troubled body, beard, color, and world are empty. The dragon's bowl has been emptied and no rain can fall, but there is still a sad wind in the tiger's bed. The floating bubbles on the centering pool are gone, and the beckoning rock is a dreamy passage. Late at night, when the moon is bright and the pine nuts are setting, I seem to be listening to the Dharma and serving the Lord.

Bao Rong

Wushan is nostalgic for the past. The twelve peaks and mountains are dotted with green light, and the stone fireworks and mist touch Ronghui. The young Chu girl is jealous of Yun Lao, and the gods and men fall asleep during the day. The silver arrows sing in the dark and the candles sing at night, and the pearls and springs dance frequently on the clothes. Who hurt Song Yu? Thousands of years later, the green mountains are left to distinguish right from wrong.

Bao Rong

On the 9th, I climbed up with my friends. The clouds and trees were sparse and the river was full of yellow autumn. There were dogwoods in front of a statue in the wind. I have been a guest several times on festive occasions, and I have never seen anyone who is still young. The frost reports that the clothes are cold and the needle points, and the wild geese are frightened and dream about the beauty of the moon. In ancient times, drunkenness and joy were rare, and the poor were left to pay to heaven.

Bao Rong

Sent Zhang Shiqi to the scholar Li Renxing. On this wonderful occasion last August, four or five people were leisurely on the pond. After walking for a long time, the shadow of the moon is sorrowful and lost in dreams, and I mistakenly enter the Huaguang and recognize spring with a smile. One day, I went up to Yun Pavilion with the cool breeze, and another time, I looked forward to the autumn rain passing through Longjin. On this day of this year, why can't we see that the depression in Penghu is harmful to the body?

Wang Chu

Send Ye Xiucai a fast ride with a jade-carved harness, and look back at the river beam to collect clothes. A dragon rises near the layer of ice in spring, and a crane flies alone in the clouds over Jiuzhe. When I think about Beishan, my dreams are gone. I revisit Xiluo and there are few old friends.

The dog prisoner in the Han court knew himself well, and one day he returned home carrying a crossbow.

Wang Chu

Sent Wang Xiucai to pay a visit to Chi Yang, the governor of Wu in Chizhou, to jump into the carving saddle and have a long pavilion with hundreds of dried herbs. The clothes are blocked by the wind and the gold carvings are fine, and the sword light shines across the snow and jade dragons. The soul of the village on the other side of the sunny suburb is broken, and the dawn tree cries and the hacker's dream is broken. The host of Nanguan Xinglang, wave your whip and stop asking for directions.

Wang Chu

Zi He Shu Qiu Long's head flew sideways to avoid Yi Hong, and the clouds were decaying and the sky was empty. The Han Palace is covered with double-stemmed dew at night, and the cool air creates six scenes of wind. The girl from Hunan can't help complaining and being sad, and Junxiang from E is trapped in a dream. The two oars on the river bank are singing songs, and the fish and lotus leaves are scattered in the east.

Yin Yao Fan

On a cold night, the clouds are cold and the river is empty. It's early in the morning when the chicken reminds me of dreams, but it's too late to tell the time in the cold city. Human affairs are in turmoil, and Heaven's heart moves silently. Who can cleanse away the poor and remnant weather, and look forward to the east wind with joy?

Yin Yao Fan

Climb the Phoenix Terrace to look at Chang'an. The five-color palace robe shines in the cold water. The colored pens will remain ink for ten years, and the Milky Way will lie dry overnight. Birds fly over the mountains, rivers and the sky are at dusk, and the grass and trees in the palace of the Sixth Dynasty are withered. I have always believed that life is like a dream, and you should never let your wine glass run dry if you have a strong heart.

Yin Yao Fan

Winter Solstice rewards Liu Shijun in a foreign land. Winter Solstice returns to this day. Returning to home, the mountains are far away in dreams. Gradually, I am happy that the sun is coming back from the earth, but my pity is disappearing like ice. The plum blossoms contain dew and pistils know how to welcome the wax, and the willows and the palace robes are fluttering to remember the coming of the dynasty. How many old friends hosted banquets and listened to the flute and Shao music in the pile of five clouds.

Yin Yao Fan

Sent Liu Yuxi to the imperial court to assassinate Lianzhou and travel all the way to Wuyang City, where he returned to Xingxing to relax his feelings as a guest. Home is like forgetting the dangers of mountain roads, and the sweet soil makes me feel the miasma is light. The plum blossoms are clear and enter the Luofu dream, and the red lychees spread across the vast sea. This time I will definitely know and pay for my hidden interests, Ishida Chunyu will study and cultivate.

Yin Yao Fan

The palace attendants took off their palace makeup and embroidered clothes when they entered the hall, and the yellow crowns and plain clothes were suitable. The name of the tin is closely followed by the king's decree, and the new gauze is worn by the old master. During the day, I mercilessly rush to the Jade Majesty, and at night, I dream of walking in the Yaochi. The green maidservant said goodbye with sadness, letting go of her former jealousy and pampering. Liu Changqing's journey to the Yueyang Tower has already reached the end of the clear stream, and the clouds and shadows of the mountains are rugged. The returning guests in front of the building complained about the autumn dream, and the beauty on the lake doubted the night song. Sitting alone at a high place, the wind is strong, and the flat lake is dim and bright with a bright moon. In the end, a boat was loaded with woodcutter, and the sails were filled with white waves.

Meng Haoran

On the night of the lunar month, the clock leaked and the four qi moved back and forth. Only the remaining lamps in the tent were extinguished, and the aroma in the furnace was reduced to ashes. Gradually I looked at the hibiscus pillow in spring, and suddenly I felt cold and sold the bamboo leaf cup. Every family should not be lying down when they stay up late, and they will be dreaming of lovesickness.

Li Bai

Given to General Guo, the young general showed his martial prowess and entered the silver platform to protect Ziwei. In the morning, he flies to the sky with his sword, and in the evening, he returns drunk with his whip. The beloved son plays the jade flute in the wind, and the beauty dances in her robes to the moon. The heroes of the past are like in a dream, they meet and want to be drunk by the light of spring.

Cen Shen

In the late spring, I sent Li Sima back to Fufeng in Dongting Pavilion of Guozhou. The delicate flowers of the willows and orioles returned to Yin Dynasty, and the red pavilion and green wine were sent back to you. Arrive at Hangu in the middle of the month, and return to Mengli Mountain in Fengxi. The spring scenery in front of the curtain should be cherished. It is good to be idle in the world. Looking west to the countryside, my heart is about to break, and my sleeves are stained with tears.

Li Jiayou

The autumn thoughts in the rivers and lakes accompany the wild geese, moving to the rivers and lakes with cranes hanging down. Su Lang is far away from the eight streams, and the clear maple suddenly looks like a thousand-year-old branch. Songnan spring is full of soul-breaking dreams, and the clouds at the mouth of the pot are deep across the road. *** I hope that the Han Dynasty will be prosperous, and sooner or later the fly will get a prophet.

Bao He

Walking with Yan Bojun in the Taoist Temple, it was said that beauties from the South will never come back, and talented people from Luoyang need matchmakers. The qiqin is played in the white snow without any intention, and the cool breeze in Luoping comes to dawn. Slowly repairing the bamboo curtains according to the house, and walking far away on the Yinglou terrace. Even if I fly to the moon and become an immortal, I can even dream of walking on clouds.

Bao He

He and Cheng Yuan went out to the eastern suburbs in spring, and the official Lang Guanxiu took pity on the late day, and the wild old man had fun for many years. In several places, flowers are folded to scare butterflies, and in several houses, leaves are left waiting for silkworms to sleep. The hanging vines linger on the ground, and the springs burst into the steps and soak in green money. Until I go into seclusion to pay my respects, the orioles' singing will not be dispersed, and the willows will be filled with smoke.

Gao Shi

Farewell last night, I was depressed and sad, and the wind was high at midnight. The fireflies are flying and the trees are falling. At this time, I dream of the guests returning from the west. The dawn bell rings three or four times, and the neighing horses in the east are startling. We took the clothes and left the house and saw each other off, only to see the returning clouds rising and falling.

Du Fu

Five poems about ancient monuments and shaking off. I know Song Yubei well, and he is also my teacher in elegance and elegance. I shed tears when I look forward to the eternity, and depression is different from generation to generation. The old house in Jiangshan is empty and empty, and the clouds and rain are desolate. How can I dream of it?

In the end, all the Chu palaces were destroyed, and the boatman’s advice is still doubtful.

Du Fu

During the second month of the day, Rao sleeps in a drowsy state. He does not sleep alone at night but in short days. The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you together in dreams. The alleys of my hometown are at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers. When An De is engaged in farming and fighting, there are no officials in the world asking for money.

Qian Qi

Long-term letter and resentment, long-term letter and firefly come to the autumn leaves, and the eyebrows and tears are all over the nine layers of darkness. The moon is bright in front of the Magpie Temple, and the Jiang River is under the Furong Tower. It's hard to dream about mandarin quilts after a long separation, and even more sad when you hear the phoenix Guan in the distance. Who knows how to sing and dance in Zhaoyang night? The king's jade chariot is staying in the flood.

Qian Qi

Send the bell to comment on the matter. Ying Hong’s poem returns to the East at the age of 10. When he returns home, he sighs and looks back to the east of Baling with affection. The eyebrows do not enter the mirror of Qin Dynasty, and the flying feathers still shock the style of Song Dynasty. The world is melodious in the spring dream, and the time is lonely in the sorrow of travel. I advise you to stay away from the banquet and wine for a while, as the good times of thousands of miles will never be the same again.

Qian Qi

After Zhang Cheng served in the palace, the Prime Minister wrote about Fengren in the curtain, and the article was about every blind date. Who is called Zhongxuanle when he joins the army? Only when he enters the house does he realize that Yan Zi is impoverished. The fragrance of purple tea in the cup takes the place of wine, while the green water in the piano remains as a guest. If you want to know the meaning of missing each other after farewell, I only wish Qiongzhi fell into my dream.

Qianqi

Send to the King of Yongjia the scenery of Yongjia in the twelfth year of the New Year, and the poems of talented people will be pitiful. In the dream, I returned home without seeing each other. Who passed on the memory of Dai Fu at the end of the world? The flowers pour down at dawn and the dew hangs down like tears, and the orioles fly like gossamers breaking like strings. I wish that the wind would blow the sea geese, and they would fly to the king for a night.

Qian Qi

Qipanling blocked the bandits and heard that Li Duangong had gone to Southern Chu first. At dusk, he was full of tears on the road and looked at the birds in the south of the sky. Ruan Chang is dark and separated from Gu Hong, and the river is far away, but the deep hatred is deep. If the bright moon can recall dreams, why should the green mountains separate us from the same thoughts? Qin Chu saw that the country was in ruins, and felt longing for it.

Qian Qi

Weeping over the flowing water, we bid farewell to the branches of the mountain flowers, leaving them with the wind. Last night, my old friend stayed at the spring. Today, my white hair is hanging in the mirror. The sound emblem becomes a dream in silence, and Fan Chaochao is nowhere to be seen. The rest of my life is still here, it should not be a tragedy.

Yuanjie

Jujing is a rootless well with a spring, and the world is like a dream for thousands of years. The returning crane is nowhere to be seen in the countryside. Which immortal is the surname now? The wind is cool, the dew altar is quiet, the people are quiet, the land is idle and the paths are full of grass. How to sneak up on Mr. Su's traces? In the daytime, neon banners fill the sky.

Zhang Ji

Zhongjing Baqiu met Li Yinghuan in the past, and the sun was shining like an immortal boat intoxicating the blue waves. The poems fall randomly with the green grass, and the wine and intestines are spread across the width of the cave. The gathering and dispersing clouds in life are similar, and the past is like a faint dream. Today, when I went down to Pianfan City, I looked back at the autumn wind with tears streaming down my face.

Han Hong

Send guests off once and return to Xiangyang. Secondly, they return to Xunyang. They drive horses to the south to understand each other and look eastward at the boat, enjoying their dreams. The spring scenery is early in front of Flatiron Mountain, and the smoke is dusk at the top of Xianglu Peak. Kong Lin wanted to visit layman Pang, and Master Huaiyuan was in attendance at the ancient temple. The origins of the two places are worthy of interest, and the three sages will leave poems in their future.

Han Hong

As a gift to the king, he will follow Qingyun to the evening and be far away. The newlyweds in Zhu Di will have a happy time. After drinking, I felt even more pity for the double-sleeved dance, and I came to prefer Wu Hua Jiao. The fragrance of the stove in the tent is filled with spring dreams and dawn, and the shadow of candles in front of the hall is changing early in the morning. It is also said that the rain has stopped in the stadium, and Wang and Sun will be invited today.

Lang Shiyuan

Send Li Ao to Hunan Secretary Lian Juncai and the Ruan family, and the secretary Neng Ziya Xiangxiong. When you enter Chu, don't forget to see the weeping bamboo. When you are in the boat, you should love the river maple. I sincerely know that guests dream of being in the mist, and I am willing to be tired of the apes singing in the night rain. There is no letter from Hengxiang, and wild geese pass through Badong every autumn.

Yan Wu

Baling Du Du Er saw and recalled that when the moon was setting towards Bashan, the two townsmen missed each other in a dream for thousands of miles. But the infantrymen prefer wine, and they also know that Guanglu is the best at poetry. The red leaves and maples at the head of the river are worried about visitors, and who are the yellow flowers and chrysanthemums outside the fence facing? Riding a horse to look at you is not a moment, a cold ape and a wild goose are extremely sad.

Geng Mao

The guest house in Qiyang is in Zhang Ming's house, and his wife and child are in the ravine, and the way back is far away in the east. My heart is quiet under the cool leaves, and the rain is falling in my dream. Star frost gradually invades China and grows in the holy dynasty. I only know where my best friend is now, so there is nothing to do in the mountain.

Geng Mao

Feng and Li observed that birds were flying on the high buildings of Bailou City in the middle of the river, and Cong Gong climbed up the red ladder. The Yellow River flows to the sky, and the sun sets gently in the west of the sea. The nine-fold jade tree grows in dreams, and the cloud road is as blurry as one looks at it. He Xingeng and Yang Chun played, and the situation returned to autumn and heard about the war.

Geng Mao

I promised to send a letter to Zhang and Han Ershe, who was banished to an eunuch. The old man in the army was even sadder. Recently, he has been dreaming of Danchi frequently. The silver cup suddenly extinguishes the fire in the heart, but the golden tweezers only have hair on the temples.

When you go around the courtyard and hear the wild geese on the green moss, the courtyard is filled with yellow leaves when the door is closed. The old friend walks high on the Yun Road, willing to think that the future is far away.

Rong Yu

As a gift to Dr. Cen when he was a child and he didn’t read the book, he recited several of his poems. The smoke and dust in the four seas are still vast, and the dreams of ten years follow each other. Although I am covered with clouds and mist to meet the disease, I already hate that it is too late to follow the wind and pray for virtue. There is no one in the world who appreciates poems. If you don’t look for poets, who will you look for again?

Rong Yu

Relegated to Chenzhou, he was pregnant on the winter solstice. He grew up in Chang'an last year. At this year's solstice in Chang'an, I think of the snow, frost and cold when I go downstairs. The dream followed Wu Chaotian, leaving him in poverty and desolation to report the national calamity. Looking north to the southern suburbs, there is no news, and there is only a stream of tears at the head of the river.

Dou Chang

I am sending this letter to the envoy Jun Lang of Chenzhou. The civilization of the Han Dynasty is now prosperous and Ming Dynasty, and Jia Fu is still in charge of the city temporarily. Why not write a secret edict first with bamboo, instead of getting rid of the wrong name in the book? The snail house is happy when spring dreams are gone, and the falcon is walking in the clear river with miasma. The New Year is only thirty-two, but Pan Langbai is laughing.

Dou Chang

After the beginning of spring, Li Kuang Yamen of Bianzhou promoted Xianzhai and played songs on the spit pot at night, trying to see how far away the Yimen were. Every time I hear Hanjia leave my dream, I get a glimpse of the clear journey and feel a lot of sorrow. I was startled at first, but I felt the spring breeze blowing gently. The old friend in the world is the oldest, and the flowers are blooming and the whip horses are passing each other.

Dai Shulun

The palace poem is far away from the Forbidden City and the palace is far away, and the palace is silent and full of emotion in the deep night. The spring breeze casts shadows in the mirror, and the bright moon makes the sound of sheep carriages in dreams. The dust is dark, the jade steps are broken, the fragrant fragrance is floating in the golden house, and the seal smoke is clear. When Zhenxin is jealous, there is no need to ask Ma Qing when buying a gift.