What is dream classical Chinese?

1. What does dream in classical Chinese mean?

Noun meaning:

1, recognize the word. Xiao Zhuan consists of three characters: Mi (house), Yan (bed) and Meng (unknown). Just sleeping in bed at night, my eyes are blurred and I can't see clearly, which is a dream. Dream is understood in three words: Mu (rice, you can't see clearly), Mi (human deformation) and Xi. Original meaning: illusion in sleep.

The woman coughed in her dream. -"Preface to Autumn Poetry, A New Record of Yuchu"

Iron horse glacier dream. -Song Luyou's Works of Storm Man on November 4th

Shape dreams. -Qing Yuanmei's "Huang Sheng Borrowing Books"

Dreaming about me. -Lin Qing Chueh-min's Book with His Wife

2. Zehu. Such as: Mengze: that is, Yunmengze. Meng Xi: Place names. Danyang County, Jiangsu Province, was the hometown of Shen Kuo in the Song Dynasty. The provincial name of Mengqian Bitan.

Verb meaning:

1, dreaming.

Wang Meng met a child. -Jin Gan Bao's "Seeking God"

Sleep is a dream. -Wang Han Chong's On Balance and Ghost.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory. -Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip (Preface)

2. Metaphor fantasy. Dream, dream, dream.

2. Did you write Dream in a Dream in classical Chinese and compile Sleeping Man in the Tang Dynasty?

After seven years of practice, Lusheng English is famous and the words are excerpted. In Handan, Lu Weng, who met Tao, lamented that he was poor. Weng Nai took a pillow from his bag and gave it to him. Say,' I'm a pillow, and it's time for my son to show satisfaction!' When the host steamed millet, Mr. Wang fell asleep, dreamed and went to his house. A few months later, he married a girl from Cui Shi, Qinghe. She is beautiful, and the fatter she is, the happier she is! So he promoted Jinshi, tired of officials and people, moved our time, and broke Rong Lu. For more than ten years, his five sons have been officials, and his grandchildren are more than ten. His marriage was one of the best in the world, and he was over 80 years old when he died. And when I wake up, the steamed millet is not ripe yet. Strange:' Is it a dream?' Weng smiled and said,' power and life are like ears!' After a long time, I bowed my head and thanked him. "After this absurd dream, Lu Shengcai understood that he was not going to Beijing to take the exam, but to go into the mountains to cultivate monks.

Full text translation:

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a scholar named Lu, whose words were extracted, and others called him Lu Sheng.

One year, he went to Beijing to take an exam. On the way, he stayed in a hotel in Handan and met a Taoist named Lu Weng, who lamented the poverty of his life. Hearing this, Lu Weng took out a pillow from his pocket and handed it to Lu Sheng. He said: "You can sleep with this pillow at night to ensure that your dream is satisfactory."

It was late, and the shopkeeper began to cook yellow rice. Lu Sheng began to sleep according to the Taoist, and he soon fell asleep. In his sleep, he came home. A few months later, he married a woman from Cui Shi in Qinghe. His wife is very beautiful and she has more money. Lu Sheng was very happy. It didn't take long for him to win the rank of scholar, be promoted many times, make our time, defeat the soldiers of Rong Lu, and be promoted to the position of Prime Minister for more than ten years. He gave birth to five sons, all of whom became officials and became famous, and then he had more than a dozen grandchildren, becoming the largest family in the world, with inexhaustible wealth. However, when he was over 80 years old, he was very ill and in great pain. He was dying, and when he woke up suddenly, he realized it was a dream.

At this time, the yellow rice cooked by the shopkeeper is not ripe. Lu Sheng felt very strange and said, "Is this a dream?" Hearing this, Lu Weng said, "Isn't it also a way to return to life?"

After having this absurd dream, Lu Sheng realized that he didn't want to go to Beijing to take the exam. Instead, he went to the mountains to practice Buddhism.

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3. How do you say dreams in classical Chinese? The concept of "dream" was the same in ancient times as it is today. For example, the following passage is selected from Zuo Zhuan's Ten Years of Success:

The marquis of Jin was overjoyed and was thrown to the ground, fighting and jumping, saying, "Kill injustice. I have to ask the emperor! " Bad doors and bedroom doors enter. Public fear, enter the room. Bad family again. Gong Jue, called Sangtian Witch. The witch's words are like a dream. Gong said, "What? Say, "Don't eat new things. "

When a man is sick, he seeks medical treatment in Qin. Qin Bo told the doctor to slow down. Before his arrival, Meng Gong's illness became two pillars, saying, "He is a good doctor. Afraid of hurting me, how can you escape? " One said, "What if I live above the coffin and under the ointment?" The doctor came and said, "You can't do this disease. There is a top on the top and a paste on the bottom, which can't be attacked, touched, done, and done. " Gong said, "Good doctor." Thick for the ceremony.

In the afternoon of June, the marquis of Jin asked for wheat, so that the Dian people offered it to others. Call the Sangtian witch and kill him as a sign. I can eat, drive and go to the toilet. I'm so sleepy. I had a dream of going to heaven in the morning and going to the toilet in Japan and China, so I thought I was a martyr.

4. How to express "dreaming" in classical Chinese? Classical Chinese can use a word "dream" or a verb phrase "dream" to express dreaming.

Ancient poems about "dreaming";

1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowed by the emperor. (Li shangyin. Golden)

2. Meng Xiao and sparse clock and floating clouds. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao)

3, night dream suddenly came home, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing. (Su Shi. Jiangchengzi)

I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, I was greedy. (Li Yu. Langtaosha)

5. The dream of my old country is back, and I feel tears in my eyes. (Li Yu. Midnight song)

6, how much hate, in last night's dream. It's like swimming to the garden in the past. (Li Yu. "Looking at Jiangnan")

7. The fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang)

8, so I looked for it in a single pillow, and the dream was not a lamp but also embarrassing. (Ouyang Xiu. "Yulouchun, I don't know your distance after parting")

9. So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream. (Meng Haoran. Summer is thinking about Xin in Nange)

10, tears exhausted, the temple sang until midnight. (Bai Juyi. Gong Ci)

5. Which word in classical Chinese means "mèng"?

①& lt； ; Name >; Hallucinations in sleep. Li Houzhu's "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River": "How much hate, last night ~ in the soul, like swimming in the old garden."

②& lt； ; Name >; The name of the lake is the Jiangnan part of Yunmengze. "Meng Qian pen can talk? Dialectical 2: "It is also said that Jiangnan is ~ Jiangbei is a cloud. "

③& lt； ; Name >; Generally refers to Yunmengze or lake marsh. Meng Haoran's "Climbing the Wild Goose Mountain with Friends": "The fishing boat fell into the waterfall, and the weather was cold and deep."

④& lt； ; move >:； Dreaming; Dream. "Once"? Empress Song: "Jin Hou lost his sentence that year and sent him to the territory."

Dream Butterfly "Zhuangzi"? The theory of everything: "Zhuang Zhoumeng was a butterfly, lifelike. Self-metaphor and ambition, I don't know Zhou also; If you suddenly feel it, you will suddenly feel it. " Later, because "dream butterfly" means that life is unpredictable.

6. There are classical poems describing "dreams". Write a dream poem: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about a Far Away": The moon is full now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Li Bai dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu: My heart and dream are in Wu and the moon, and I cross the Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night.

The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Countless peaks and more valleys, there is no road, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.

Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

Du Fu's Moonlit Night: In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: flies fly on the throne, and he meditates in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey: Until her brother went to war, then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty faded.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Su Shi's dream: there is something in the circle, so there is no round space to enter the well. If you don't believe in the true shape of heaven, you should be poor first.

The chain has been solved wonderfully, and no amount of tricks will help. The kotow asked my father-in-law to smile. Who is the obstacle to passing?

Text: According to rough statistics, Wen wrote more than 30 poems about dreams, Li Yu wrote 13, Yan wrote more than 40, and Su Shi wrote as many as 55. Other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui and Wu Wenying also wrote poems about dreams. Yan's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they are drunk for those years.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.

Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy": thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, reluctant to go home? As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi's Dream on the 20th day of the first month" is unforgettable if you don't think about it for ten years. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

This poem is the first mourning poem in literary history. The writing time of this word is February 20th.

At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou, was dissatisfied with its immigrants, and was quite depressed. He lives in Michigan thousands of miles away from home. In this case, it is even more sad for him to mourn his dead wife.

This poem expresses the author's deep memory of his dead wife. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative.

This eulogy uses various artistic techniques, such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, narrative sketches and so on, to express deep and persistent nostalgia for his dead wife. Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, died in the capital Bianliang in the second year of Yingzong Zhiping (1065) and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.

It's been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his lament over the bumpy career and ill-fated fate in the past decade.

The whole word is divided into three layers with dreams as clues. In the last film, I wrote my thoughts before dreaming, showing my deep affection for my dead wife.

The sentence "even if" contains the sadness of frustrated official career. The first five sentences of the next movie are about meeting in a dream.

Express the affection between husband and wife with small details of life. Xiao Xuan Window Dressing is like a close-up of the head, which implicitly shows the beauty and affection of his dead wife.

The emotional capacity of "caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears" is very large. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, with deep feelings and sad artistic conception.

Wu Wenying Night Tour Palace: People go to the West Building to bid farewell to their dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. Clouds are thin and stars are thin.

Listening and understanding, building a river bridge, unfinished business. It's raining early outside. How much frost is it on the fine weave? Said the little girl didn't know.

How many people are old when they go to Chang 'an and Qiudeng? Lu you visited the palace at night, remembering the dream and sending the soul to Bo: The snow is clear and chaotic, sleepwalking, I don't know where? An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

Sleeping in a cold lamp, the sound leaks from the moon. I promised to be in Wan Li.

Who knows? Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's Night Palace: The sunset shines on the water under the leaves, and the waves are light and heavy.

The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes. Standing for a long time, watching the dusk and lighting up the city.

At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying. Don't fall in love with single.

Who knows? For Xiao Niang, a book is a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's introduction to Jiang Mei: (In winter in Chen Bing, I want to stay in Liangxi, but I can't, because I dreamed of it. )

It is easy to leave this world for a long time. See plum branches.

I suddenly miss you a few small windows that dreamers carry with them.

I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around. Cold current invasion unknown.

Wet red hates ink shallow printing. Bao Zheng is empty, and geese fly by.

It's empty to go shopping in the street.

7. Ask for a poem about dreams or an ancient Chinese Ouyang Yi sentence. Leaving home is the year of dreams.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you go with the bright moon, don't dream of a distant soul. Song answered a field visit to the mountains and returned to Ilo at night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui Rabbit gave a gift to the grain fetch monk. I stopped eating when I heard that Zhong Zhong was alone. Why should he care more?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night. Dai Siyan's Rain on the River is not free unless he doesn't want to go.

Where the stars shine, the wind and rain bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves.

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

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

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

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

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

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