Poetry about tonight's dream 1. Complete Poems on "Dreams"
1, the distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved spirit comes to visit his dream-Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream?
2, this lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's special envoy, woke up from her dream in Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" by Jiuhua and Huagai Tang.
I heard that the king's angel came and woke up from a dream, which is so true.
3. Life is like a dream, and a statue returns to the moon-stone "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia".
Life is like a dream. A toast to the eternal moon.
4. Last night, I dreamed of falling into a pool of flowers, but I didn't return home in poor spring-Tang Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool last night. Unfortunately, I still can't go home in mid-spring.
5. Looking at the sword when drunk, dreaming back to blow the horn camp-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Zhuang Language to Chen Tongfu"
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one.
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Dreams also mean dreams. The ancients believed that there must be a reason for dreaming. Wang Fu once said, "If people dream strangely, they will gain more and be invincible." He thinks there must be a reason for dreaming. There are psychological and physiological reasons for dreaming, but even in these two aspects, human beings still can't explain the formation mechanism of dreams.
The events and scenes formed in dreams come from people's existing cognition and memory, including vision, hearing, touch and feeling. All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory.
China was the first country to study dreams. As early as two thousand years before Freud, we had a monograph on dreams-Duke Zhou. However, the interpretation of dreams in Duke Zhou is not from a scientific point of view.
Based on the social and scientific conditions at that time, this book has considerable historical limitations in dream interpretation. Among them, dreams are endowed with the ability to analyze people's future destiny, but based on the gradual scientific understanding of dreams, people find that dreams can not predict people's future destiny. This view originated from Freud's book The Interpretation of Dreams.
When people dream, their physiological manifestations are rapid eye movement and talking in their sleep. It is generally believed that dreams occur in the shallow sleep state of human sleep.
Dreams, whether real or illusory, belong to psychology or imagination, and people can't explain them so far.
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2. Famous sentences about dreams
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Meng Xiao
Li Qingzhao
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds;
Because anqisheng, green flowers are everywhere.
Autumn wind hooligans blow out jade well flowers;
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons.
A beautiful woman with drooping hair, good looks and beautiful language;
Laughter and sophistry, live fire to cook new tea.
Although there is a lack of metaphysical skills, amusement is endless;
Life is like this, why go home?
Get up and fold clothes and sit down, covering your body, tired by noise;
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death, two endless thoughts, unforgettable lonely graves, nowhere to talk, a desolate place, even if we meet, we don't know how to sit on our temples, such as frost, and dream of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is dressing up without words and caring for each other, but every year tears are expected to break our hearts, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Langtaosha (Li Yu)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Song Li at midnight
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone!
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
Wang Jiangnan Liyu
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong;
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
"Seven Laws" Untitled Lu Xun
It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.
In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.
Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.
There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight is like water.
3. What are the poems about "dreams"?
Poems about dreams mainly include:
indulge in wishful thinking
Don du fu
In February, I was sleepy and didn't sleep alone at night.
Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.
At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.
Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.
Guimeng
Don du fu
The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Li Bai's two dream poems
Don du fu
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
On August 30th, the next year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network returned, unknown.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Da yi shan Meng
Tang Bai Juyi
I dreamed of going to Wan Li Road, and I followed you for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard.
No straight, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Xi Cao Xuan Zhao Xia, pine and bamboo deep silence.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains.
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring.
Mengjiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don't come to the boss for monasticism, it will turn to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night?
4. Poems about dreams
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Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one. Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder. (a) bent on completing the great cause of recovering the territory for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!
2. "Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang" Song Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
3. "11There were two storms on April 4th. The second part "Song Dynasty: Lu You"
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
4, "Good Morning Travel" Tang Dynasty: Wen
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.
5. "butterfly lovers dreams of entering the smoke waterway in the south of the Yangtze River" Song: Yan
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
In my dream, I walked on the foggy Jiangnan road and traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but I didn't meet my parting sweetheart. The ecstasy in the dream has nowhere to tell, and after waking up, I am disappointed by the dream. I want to tell you about my lovesickness and write to you, but the goose goes to fish and sinks, and finally this letter can't be sent. There is no other way but to play the piano slowly to express the feelings of parting, and it is difficult to express one's feelings when the piano column is broken.
5. Poems about dreams
No wind, no dreams, I hesitate to shake my head.
Leaving home is a dream year. Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.
You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember sleeping, my spring dream is full of drowsiness.
If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. Between acquaintances in flowing water, dreams of falling flowers are tiring.
Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Fengzhen is thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.
Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.
Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and I am fascinated by screens.
In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul.
I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from north to autumn.
Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. Tears are hard to shed, but 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. Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain.
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 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.
Zheng Zhun sent the border people to stay here for a long time, but they fainted for a long time. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge.
Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.
Wei Zhuang's sadness and avoidance of sadness are unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.
Wei Zhuang is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he is self-centered. All life is a dream, it is better to sigh than to sing.
Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.
Wei Zhuang's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.
Wang Zhenbai Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful.
Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.
Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep.
There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.
Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Bai Juyi, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard.
If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.
It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door.
Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.
A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs.
Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.
Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou.
6. Poems describing spring dreams
The title of the work "Flowers Are Not Flowers"
Mid-Tang Dynasty in the Creation Age
The Origin of the Works of Complete Tang Poetry
Literary genre ancient miscellaneous poems
Author Bai Juyi
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog,
Like flowers, like fog.
It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.
Like flowers, like fog.
When did a short and beautiful spring dream come?
Come like a spring dream, how much time can you have?
When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.
When I went there, I seemed to disappear in the clouds and couldn't find anywhere.
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There are two mourning poems in Bai's Changqing Collection: Mother's Tomb and Bamboo Slips Poetry. This poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" is the same volume as the above two poems, which was later compiled. The poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" was written for the same purpose at about the same time as the poem "Bamboo Slips". According to poetry, the past is beautiful, just like a dream, no more sighs.
Literary appreciation
Bai Juyi's poems are not only famous for their simple language, but also for their beautiful artistic conception. This poem "flowers are not flowers" is quite hazy, and it is indeed a special case in white poetry.
The first three words in the poem are almost "untitled". The first two sentences should be read as "flowers-non-flowers, fog-non-fog", which gives people an unpredictable feeling first. Both "non-flower" and "non-fog" are negative, but they all contain a self-evident premise: like flowers, like fog. Therefore, it can be said that these are two clever metaphors.
Su Dongpo seems to have got a little inspiration from this, and wrote a famous sentence, "Like a flower, it is still like a non-flower, and no one regrets teaching" ("Water is like a flower, it is still like a non-flower").
Su Ci chants catkins, while Bai Shi's is not obvious. But from the narrative of "coming at midnight and leaving at dawn", we can see that the metaphor here is flowers and fog, for example, what is sung is fleeting and difficult to last.
Just watching "come at midnight and leave at dawn" makes readers doubt that they are talking about dreams. But it can be seen from the next sentence "coming like a spring dream" that it is not. "Dream" turned out to be a comparison. Here, the words "come" and "go" play a connecting role in sound and emotion, thus giving birth to two vivid metaphors.
Those who "came in the middle of the night" had a spring dream, which was beautiful but short-lived, and then led to a question: "How long will it be like a spring dream?" "Xiao" sees the morning glow. Although the cloud is beautiful, it is easy to be disillusioned, which leads to a sigh: "The cloud seems to be nowhere to be found".
Poetry consists of a series of metaphors, which are called metaphors. The two are closely linked, like clouds and water, and written naturally. Repeatedly highlight an unexplained metaphor with vivid images.
There are many examples of how to make good use of metaphors in poetry, such as "There is a struggle between the north and the south, and the morning glory bears the yoke" in Nineteen Ancient Poems, and "One Sichuan tobacco, the wind blows all over the city, and the plum rains are yellow" in He Zhu's Jade Case Ling Bo.
However, these metaphors are only part of the poem, and the metaphors that run through this poem are rare. Furthermore, the previous example compares Nanji, Beidou, Petunia and other constellations, meaning "What's the use of a false name?"
Compared with the scenes of tobacco, catkins and plum rain, the latter situation means "asking how much is idle", and its metaphor (metaphorical thing) is clear. And this poem only sees metaphor (used as metaphor) and doesn't know metaphor, just like a thought-provoking mystery. In this way, the artistic conception of poetry is covered with a layer of "hazy" color.
Baidu encyclopedia-flowers are not flowers
7. Poems about dreams
Come and go without a trace, go with the flow.
Because when a dream is a floating thing, a second of floating life is a dream.
Tired and tired, I can't sleep. I closed my eyes and dreamed that the fairy lit the wine.
Follow the five flavors of life * * *, wake up and get drunk.
The dusk is sad, and the dusk is sad.
The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked.
Brocade left, and my robe clung to me.
I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui.
My hero only loves the past and is slow before driving.
May you always smile and drive home hand in hand.
It won't take long, and it's not too heavy.
How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind?
Look at comfort and lead distance.
Just lean against my heart and feel sad, cry and touch a leaf.
But now the sun and the moon illuminate a gold and silver terrace.
Neon is clothes, and wind is wind.
Careless drum, sad and awkward, got into the car.
Row after row, like a hemp field, lined with fairy figures.
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called the white jade plate.
I care about my heart and the bright moon, and I will stay with you until night falls.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.