Classical Chinese essays about dreams

1. Ancient essays about dreams

"For Learning" by Peng Duanshu

Are things in the world difficult or easy? If you do it, what is difficult will become easy; if you don't do it, what is easy will also be difficult. Is it difficult or easy for people to learn? If you learn it, everything that is difficult will become easy; if you don't learn it, everything that is easy will become difficult.

If my talents are weak, I will not catch others; if my talents are mediocre, I will not catch others. If I learn it day by day, I will not slack off for a long time, and even if I am successful, I will not know whether it is weak or mediocre. My talents are as smart as others; my talents are as sensitive as others; if I discard them without using them, I am no different from being dull and mediocre. The way of the sage was passed down to Lu when he died. However, how can stupidity and cleverness be used for a long time?

In Shu, there are two monks: one is poor and the other is rich. The poor said to the rich: "What do I want to do with the South China Sea?"

The rich said: "How can I rely on it to go there?"

He said: "My bottle and one bowl are enough."

The rich man said: "I have been trying to buy a boat for several years, but I have not been able to do so. How can I rely on it to go down there!"

Over the next year, the poor will return from the South China Sea to report to the rich. The rich are ashamed.

From Western Shu to the South China Sea, I don’t know how many thousands of miles there are. The rich monks can’t get there, but the poor ones can’t get there. How can people be as determined as the humble monks of Shu? Therefore, one can rely on one's intelligence and agility but cannot rely on it; those who rely on one's intelligence and agility but do not learn much will be self-defeating. Faintness and mediocrity can be limited but cannot be limited; those who do not limit their dullness and mediocrity but are tireless in learning are those who are self-reliant. Is there a difference between difficult and easy things in the world? As long as you do it, difficult things will become easy; if you don't do them, easy things will become difficult. Is there a difference between difficult and easy learning for people? As long as you study, things that are difficult will become easy; if you don't study, things that are easy will also become difficult.

My talents are dim and not as good as others; my talents are mediocre and not as good as others. As long as I study hard every day and persist for a long time without slacking off, when I succeed, I will no longer know that I am ignorant and ordinary. I am talented, smart and agile, several times more than others. If it is discarded and used, it is no different from ignorance and mediocrity. Confucius's thoughts and words were ultimately passed down through Zeng Shen, who had a slow talent. From this point of view, are the functions of ignorance, mediocrity and intelligence and dexterity regular?

There are two monks on the border of Sichuan, one of them is poor and one of them is rich. The poor monk said to the rich monk: "I want to go to the South China Sea. How about it?"

The rich monk said: "How can you go there?"

The poor monk said: "I want to go to the South China Sea." A water bottle and a rice bowl are enough."

The rich monk said: "I have been trying to hire a boat to go downstream, but I have not been able to do it. "

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In the second year, the poor monk came back from the South China Sea and told the rich monk. The rich monk looked ashamed.

Sichuan is thousands of miles away from the South China Sea. The rich monk could not reach it, but the poor monk did. If a person is determined to study, is he not as good as the poor monk on the border of Sichuan? 2. Have you written any classical Chinese essays about dreams?

The classical Chinese essay "A Dream of Huangliang" is a classic from "The Story of a Pillow" in the Tang Dynasty:

In the seventh year of Kaicheng's reign, Lu was named Ying, the word 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, the courtesy name is Cui Zhi, others call him Lu Sheng.

One year, he went to Beijing to take the exam and stayed in a hotel in Handan on the way. He met a Taoist priest named Lu Weng and lamented to him the poverty of life. After hearing this, Lu Weng took out a pillow from his pocket and gave it to Lu Sheng, saying: "When you sleep at night, you can rest on this pillow to ensure that your dreams will be satisfactory."

It was already late, and the shop owner Start cooking the yellow rice. Lu Sheng began to sleep according to the Taoist priest's instructions, and he fell asleep quickly. In his sleep, he returned home. A few months later, he married a Cui woman from Qinghe. She was very beautiful and had more money. Lu Sheng felt very happy. Soon he was awarded the title of Jinshi and was promoted many times. He became the governor of Jiedushi, defeated the soldiers of the Rong Dynasty, and was promoted to the prime minister for more than ten years. He gave birth to five sons, all of whom became officials and achieved fame. Later, he had more than a dozen grandsons, becoming one of the largest families in the world, with 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. He suddenly woke up and realized that it was all 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 dream, Lu Weng After being enlightened, I no longer thought about going to Beijing to take the exam. Instead, I went into the mountains to practice Taoism.

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Are things in the world difficult or easy? If you do it, what is difficult will become easy; if you don't do it, what is easy will also be difficult. Is it difficult or easy for people to learn? If you learn it, everything that is difficult will become easy; if you don't learn it, everything that is easy will become difficult.

If my talents are weak, I will not catch others; if my talents are mediocre, I will not catch others. If I learn it day by day, I will not slack off for a long time, and even if I am successful, I will not know whether it is weak or mediocre. My talents are as smart as others; my talents are as sensitive as others; if I discard them without using them, I am no different from being dull and mediocre. The way of the sage was passed down to Lu when he died. However, how can stupidity and cleverness be used for a long time?

In Shu, there are two monks: one is poor and the other is rich. The poor said to the rich: "What do I want to do with the South China Sea?"

The rich said: "Why do you want to go there?"

He said: "I have a bottle of one. The bowl is enough. "

The rich man said: "I have been trying to buy a boat for several years, but I have not been able to do so. How can I go there alone? Return from the South China Sea to tell the rich. The rich are ashamed.

From Western Shu to the South China Sea, I don’t know how many thousands of miles there are. The rich monks can’t get there, but the poor ones can’t get there. How can people be as determined as the humble monks of Shu? Therefore, one can rely on one's intelligence and agility but cannot rely on it; those who rely on one's intelligence and agility but do not learn much will be self-defeating. Faintness and mediocrity can be limited but cannot be limited; those who do not limit their dullness and mediocrity but are tireless in learning are those who are self-reliant. 4. Looking for poems or ancient prose about dreams

Ouyang Fu’s sentence It’s been the year of dream pine since I left home.

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 fleeting years. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

Li Jingrang’s sentence: One hundred thousand households in Chengdu are 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·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 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 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 too 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 became a guest's dream.

I even heard the cranes and the police, 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 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 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 never been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, so how can I say I have been to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Fang back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.

Mountains on both sides of the bank face each other, and birds are chirping wildly in spring. The wine flags and willows are moving, and the monk's house is in line 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. 5. Classic poetry and articles in ancient Chinese describing "dreams"

Poems that remember dreams: 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 compassion 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 Leaves 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 shocking to the top of the mountain.

The clouds are green and it looks like rain, 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.

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

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

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 has been 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 sky 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 person in the book who has a very real character and a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade fan in the west chamber of Jinque, and teach Xiaoyu a double success.

Hearing about the emperor’s envoy from the Han family, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of pearls and foils spreads out.

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 works 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 talk about desolation.

Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be 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 poem is the first mourning poem 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, it’s all empty. 6. Inspirational ancient texts or poems about dreams

1. Why don’t men bring Wu hooks and collect the fifty states of Guanshan?

Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while. Are you a scholar with ten thousand households?

From: Tang Dynasty Li He's "Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan·Part 5".

Translation: Why don’t the men wear weapons and take over the fifty states of Guanshan? Please go up to the Lingyan Pavilion where the founding heroes of the country are painted to see which scholar has been named a prince with thousands of households in the city?

2. Qia is a classmate of a young boy who is in his prime; he is a scholarly scholar and scolds Fang Qiu.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households.

From: Modern · *** "Qinyuanchun·Changsha".

Translation: The students are in their youth and in their prime; we are full of ambition, unrestrained and powerful. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the Qing Dynasty, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt.

3. The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy and the sound of drums is heard.

It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.

From: Tang Dynasty Yang Jiong's "Army March".

Translation: The snow is falling, the military flag is eclipsed, the wind is roaring, and the drums are beating. I would rather be a low-level officer and fight for the country than be a white-faced scholar who can only write sentences and find chapters.

4. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, so you can hang your sails and sail across the sea.

From: "The Road Is Difficult - Part One" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: I believe that one day, I will be able to ride on the strong wind and break through the thousands of miles of waves, hang my sails high, and move forward bravely in the vast sea.

5. The old man is brave and ambitious;

The martyrs are ambitious in their old age.

From: Han Cao Cao's "The Turtle Sushou".

Translation: Although the old thousand-mile horse is crouching beside the manger, its ambition is still galloping thousands of miles; even if the ambitious person reaches his old age, his ambition will never stop. 7. Looking for classical Chinese articles about the dream of employment

Han Wengong said: There are Bole in the world, and then there are horses with a thousand li.

From my perspective, I am wrong! If there is no thousand-mile horse in the world, how can there be Bole? Bole is rare, but talents of thousands of miles are also rare. Since the time of Mr. Chang Li, everyone in the world has regarded themselves as a thousand-mile horse, lamenting that they have not been able to meet him, and sighing that there is no great talent in the world.

However, are you really talented? Like a thousand-mile horse, it eats a measure of millet and drinks a stone of clear water, which is deep enough. If it is not pure and clean, it will not be tolerated. If it is not clear water, it will not drink. If a person has outstanding talents, he may have extraordinary learning, superhuman ambition, extraordinary ability, or capacity to accommodate others, all of which are different, but those who do not know it cannot be called such.

We are at the beginning of the New Yuan Dynasty, when the government is harmonious and people are harmonious, and all industries are prosperous. However, there are many people who are not met and end up in the market, doing nothing, even cutting meat with a knife and becoming a dog butcher. Why? His self-esteem is very high, but his knowledge is shallow; he is respected by those he desires, but little gained.

If you go with your ambition, you will be proud of things; if you go against your ambition, you will be aroused for a while. If you encounter a small setback, you will be at a loss and not know where you are. People like this have lost their position and are ugly! People should be self-aware, self-reliant and confident.

I have been in campus for a long time and have rarely seen the world. Although I have a thousand words in my writing, I have no strategy in mind. Although my theory is high, it is difficult to put it into practice. I should be aware of my shortcomings...