2. What are the poems about "dreams"? 1. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, but I am greedy for joy. -Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Tidy Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.
The dream of my old country has come back, and I feel tears in my eyes. -"Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life" by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty.
I dreamed that I had returned to my old country. When I woke up, my tears fell.
3. The balcony is locked high after the dream, and the curtains are lowered after the dream. -Song Yan Dao Ji, Linjiang Fairy, Dreams Behind the Tower
Late at night, I dreamed that the door on the balcony was locked, and the curtains hung heavily after I woke up.
4. Travel hand in hand with dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. -Don Bai Juyi's Dream Micro
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
5. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
3. A poem about falling asleep in the summer morning. One summer morning.
One summer morning, the sun shone directly on her back, refracted to the ceiling and wardrobe, and finally hit her tearful face. She didn't open her eyes.
She is a very ordinary girl. Like many people, I like sleeping and dreaming. However, she almost never clearly remembers her dreams. Many mornings, the sun gently covered her lazy body, and she gradually woke up, but at the same time, her sober consciousness was erased bit by bit, the memory of yesterday's dream. Even if there is, it won't take long to disappear without a trace. Her friend told her that it was only a manifestation of deep sleep, but she was still depressed. Listening to others discussing their dreams vividly, she could only stare at the front without saying a word.
Just like the sheet metal family in Root Bird who stopped dreaming after 18 years old, the word "dream" troubled her all her life. She won't be woken up by a hole at night like them, but after getting up every morning, she will always be flustered and fidgety. That feeling, day after day, year after year, gradually brought her to the brink of collapse.
"Bang-",she closed the door. Home is dead again, not without people, but with that familiar cold face. There is no doubt that parents are cold war again. She doesn't care, because she is used to it. Like an electronic system, she automatically blocked everything, went straight back to the bedroom and fell down.
"Hua-"is the sound of things breaking. She forced herself not to listen, forced herself not to think and forced herself to fall asleep. Luckily, she fell asleep soon. Maybe she was too tired, or something complicated forced her to do so. As everyone knows, tears have quietly crossed her face.
"Baby, what are you waiting for? Come here! " It's mom's gentle voice. At present, it is a familiar big bed and a loving father. She climbed into bed in a daze and got a warm hug, which lasted for a long time. That day, her parents led her through the shabby old house, counting the traces of her childhood: yellow letters on the wall, a creaking bed with only one board left in the room, rolls of paper covered with cobwebs in the bathroom, withered potted plants on the balcony ... They talked, laughed and recalled. The same rainbow with only four colors appeared on the horizon as before.
Suddenly, she felt her body warm and seemed to melt: it was sunshine. However, all the pictures are so clear that there is no escape-parents' smiles, warm hugs, shabby old houses ... are they memories of dreams?
She opened her eyes and her mouth was gently stirred by something.
That summer morning, it was all over and everything began.
4. A famous poem about dreams: Jinse 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.
5. Poems about dreams, dreams in the daytime, dreams in the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu was sleepy in February, instead of sleeping 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. Du Fu's road to Tang Meng was blocked and the country was 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. I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them.
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 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling thousands of miles in the Tang Dynasty and wanted to imprison me for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard. In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.
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. Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? Dream Pei Xianggong Tang Baiju was born and died for five years, and his dream came true overnight. Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.
Like gold and purple, clear ice and jade. Diligent housekeeping, care for each other like life.
Knowing that it is a dream, compassion is endless. Think back to what happened at that time. What happened last night? Self-study the mind, and everything becomes empty.
Be a gentleman today, your nose touches your chest. Dream of going up the mountain Bai Juyi dreamed of going up Songshan at night, and went out alone with a quinoa.
Thousands of rocks and valleys are visited in one week. If you didn't get sick in your dreams, you would be healthy as a teenager.
I have realized that God has returned to the beginning, but I am still the same shape. I began to know that there was nothing wrong with form and spirit.
Both form and spirit are illusory, and dreams are not true. Although it is awkward during the day, it is quite comfortable to go at night.
Since day and night are divided equally, what are the gains and losses? Bai Juyi, a dreamy Tang Dynasty, got a melancholy breeze in the morning and the water in Chuanchuan was cut off. I don't know why I dreamed of you three times last night.
Dream fairy Tang Baiju is easy to have a dream fairy, and the dream body is clear. Riding a white crane with two red flags in front.
Feather clothes are fluttering, and jade bears are ringing. Looking down from the air, the world is dusty.
Gradually lose the country and divide the mountains and rivers. The East China Sea is all white and green at five o'clock in the fierce month.
In an instant, a group of immortals came and led them to Yujing. Envy your family to be safe and serve like a public official.
Pay tribute to the Jade Emperor and be sincere before kowtowing. The emperor said that you are a talented person. Don't underestimate your efforts.
But in fifteen years, you won't die. I am both happy and surprised to say goodbye to my words.
I dare not reveal the secret. I swear to live in a rock. Love your own flesh and blood, you can't eat or drink well.
Eat mica powder in the morning and essence at night. I've been looking forward to meeting you every day for 30 years.
It's been a long time in the early stage, and the crane has no sound. Teeth are getting whiter, eyes and ears are getting smarter.
Once the same materialization, the body and feces and soil merge. Immortals believe that vulgar electricity is not feasible.
If you don't have a golden bone, don't list Dan Tai's name. I preach the method of breaking the valley, but I suffer from burning the Dan Sutra.
If you only ask for hard work, you can't do it at the end of the year. Sadly, a dream fairy, a dream missed a lifetime! Dream, I visited Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty for thirty-two yuan, and dreamed of returning to Chang 'an at night to meet my old friends and relatives.
It is on my left, and it is on my right. Clouds are a day in February, and spring breeze appears hand in hand.
After Jing 'anli, I dismounted to find Yuanjiu. Yuan Jiu sat alone and smiled at me.
Also refers to the West Courtyard Flower, which is the wine of Kaibei Pavilion. It seems difficult to cherish happiness for a long time if words have their own reasons.
In a blink of an eye, God was in debt. If you feel suspicious, you have nothing to look for.
The shadow of the residual lamp flashed on the wall, and the oblique moonlight came in. Looking at the northwest of dawn, do you know Wan? You'll never see it when you're old. Scratch your head.
Dreamless Tang Bai Juyi is old and dim, and spring clothes are cold after the rain. Forget the old poems and taste the new wine.
Stupidity depends on stability, and carelessness takes advantage of the difficulties of companionship. Gradually selling fame and fortune, no dream of Chang' an.
Two suspicious dreams, Tang Bai Juyi, don't be surprised to practice, worry and rejoice, don't expect to suffer. Kong Qiu, the Yellow Emperor, had nowhere to ask because he knew that he was not dreaming.
It is difficult to tell the deer from the truth, but the butterfly is in love with flowers. If it is not a dream now, how long can it last?
Halfway through the book, I dream straight at night. Your Excellency Bai Juyi, Tang of Zhongzhou, dreamed in front of the lamp and traveled to Banan City. Look for flowers at the ferry and temples at the back hill.
The river is clearly green, and the ape sound is still sad. The bell forbids sleeping, but you can't go to the east building.
Dream of climbing Mount Tianmu Tang Li Bai A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. 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. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. 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. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
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 move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
Last night, my old friend was still across the Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and become more sad after sadness. I feel that my dream is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow it.
I miss my dream, but I hate being late. Even if this is true, why not dream?
Dream Taibai Xifeng Tang Changjian dreamed of climbing nine cliffs, met Yuan Jun, and sent me to Taibai Peak, with few words and foul breath.
Jieyu is in Xinghan, and the banquet forest is closed. The eaves are green and the towels are covered by clouds.
I went to the stream, and the lonely pavilion was still in the daytime. The pine peak attracts the sky shadow, and the stone wrasse is green.
Looking at the boat moving slowly, I am eager to vote for the bird. The spring breeze shook again, and the flowers in Sandalwood fell in succession.
Fujian and Sichuan dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty, building a west road thousands of miles away, and the dream soul returned to the West overnight.
6. What are the poems about dreams? They are mainly: daydreaming that Tang Du Fu slept in February, not sleeping 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. Du Fu's road to Tang Meng was blocked and the country was 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. I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them.
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 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Bai Juyi dreamed of traveling thousands of miles in the Tang Dynasty and wanted to imprison me for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard. In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.
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. Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? .
7. A poem about falling asleep in a summer morning One summer morning, the sun shone directly on her back, refracted on the ceiling, refracted on the wardrobe, and finally hit her tearful face.
She didn't open her eyes. She is a very ordinary girl.
Like many people, I like sleeping and dreaming. However, she almost never clearly remembers her dreams.
Many mornings, the sun gently covered her lazy body, and she gradually woke up, but at the same time, her sober consciousness was erased bit by bit, the memory of yesterday's dream. Even if there is, it won't take long to disappear without a trace.
Her friend told her that it was only a manifestation of deep sleep, but she was still depressed. Listening to others discuss their dreams vividly, she can only stare at the front and say nothing.
Just like the sheet metal family in Root Bird who stopped dreaming after 18 years old, the word "dream" troubled her all her life. She won't be woken up by a hole at night like them, but after getting up every morning, she will always be flustered and fidgety.
That feeling, day after day, year after year, gradually brought her to the brink of collapse. "Bang-",she closed the door.
Home is dead again, not without people, but with that familiar cold face. There is no doubt that parents are cold war again.
She doesn't care, because she is used to it. Like an electronic system, she automatically blocked everything, went straight back to the bedroom and fell down.
"Hua-"is the sound of things breaking. She forced herself not to listen, forced herself not to think and forced herself to fall asleep.
Luckily, she fell asleep soon. Maybe she was too tired, or something complicated forced her to do so.
As everyone knows, tears have quietly crossed her face. "Baby, what are you waiting for? Come here! " It's mom's gentle voice.
At present, it is a familiar big bed and a loving father. She climbed into bed in a daze and got a warm hug, which lasted for a long time.
That day, her parents led her through the shabby old house, counting the traces of her childhood: yellow letters on the wall, a creaking bed with only one board left in the room, rolls of paper covered with cobwebs in the bathroom, withered potted plants on the balcony ... They talked, laughed and recalled. The same rainbow with only four colors appeared on the horizon as before.
Suddenly, she felt her body warm and seemed to melt: it was sunshine. However, all the pictures are so clear that there is no escape-parents' smiles, warm hugs, shabby old houses ... are they memories of dreams? She opened her eyes and her mouth was gently stirred by something.
That summer morning, it was all over and everything began.
8. The poem describing the upset and depressed mood in summer is 1, the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy.
Shi: Drinking the Rain of Chuqing Lake, Volume II. Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. Song? Su Shi's Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th 3. It's thundering, and rain is coming.
Ming? Li Panlong's On the Road to Yang Guangshan 4. A wild goose was thrown into the sky, and the mountain floated at the beginning of the rain. Qing? Check Shen Xing's "The Fifth Floor of Deng Bao" 5. The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river.
Song? Lu You's Work in the Storm 6. The clouds are sinking in the morning and the rain is coming. Don? Xu Hun's East Building of Xianyang City 7. I'm all thumbs, so I can't dodge.
Will watch happiness be deprived. 8. Tears return to the eyes, never meet each other before marriage.
9, so lingering and forbearing several times, I changed the fleeting time into a floating life, which exhausted the floating life. 10, dead of night, I am alone on the lonely road.
Have a cigarette and ignite loneliness. 1 1, living in a gray world.
Although monotonous, I won't be disappointed. I won't be sad either.
12, black sky. It smells strange.
There is a feeling of depression in the air. That feeling.
Choking 13, light! If you really exist.
Please light up my heart. Dispel lingering sadness.
14, I miss you, and I often miss you inexplicably. Maybe your shadow has been deeply imprinted in my heart, but it's a pity that your heart has been sad and empty, and no one has come. () Let this lonely soul grow old in the lonely years, sad sentences until death! 15, things have changed, and your heart has changed. 16. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. 17, the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. This feeling is hard to make.
The ancient poem Difficult to Walk 1. Pure wine is expensive in a golden cup, 10 thousand copper in a hip flask, and a jade plate is a treasure. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go; Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. 2. Say goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou, and have to abandon Porter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
3. The hope of spring, although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the trees and grass will turn green again in spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
4. "Wulingchun" is full of dust and fragrance, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
The famous wine in the translation of It's Hard to Walk costs 1000 yuan per barrel; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain. Fishing like Lu Shang? Flow, idle to make a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he sailed through Japan.
How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south? I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea! Yesterday, when the translation of Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou left me, it was inevitable. Today, when my mood was disturbed, I was extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink.
Your article is as profound as the immortal prose stored in Penglai Palace, and also has the character of Jian 'an literature. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's, elegant and bold.
We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry.
It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried.
Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow. The country is ruined, and only the mountains and rivers are still there.
It's spring again in Chang 'an, but after being burned and looted by the rebels, it's already desolate, with deep and dense vegetation everywhere. Although the flowers in spring are in full bloom, they are not pleasing to the eye, but make people cry, as if the flowers are also crying; Although there are spring birds and songs everywhere, I feel sad because I left my family. Listening to the songs of birds is not only unhappy, but also shocking.
The war has been going on for a long time, and there has been no news from home for a long time. A letter from home can be worth 12 thousand gold. Because of sadness and worry, the white hair on my head is getting less and less, and I can't even hold the hair clasp.
Wuling Chun is tired of translating and combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
The spring breeze stopped, all the flowers fell, and the flowers turned into fragrant dust. It's getting late, I'm too lazy to comb my hair. The scenery remains the same, but the people are different. It's all over. If you want to tell your troubles, your tears have already fallen first.
I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, and I plan to take a canoe to see it. I'm just afraid that the boat floating on the Shuangxi River can't carry much sadness.
9. What are the poems of dreams? 1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowed by the emperor.
(Li shangyin. "Jinse") 2. Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao) 3. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the Xiao Xuan window was being dressed.
(Su Shi. Jiangchengzi) 4. 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 the dream last night. It's like swimming to the garden in the past.
(Li Yu. Looking at Jiangnan) 7. Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. A message from Dongting Lake) 8. So, I am looking for it in a dream with a single pillow. The dream is not a lamp, but burning.
(Ouyang Xiu. I don't know how far it is after your farewell. ) 9. So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream. (Meng Haoran. Thinking in Nanting in midsummer) 10, tears are not over, and the temple sings before midnight.
(Bai Juyi. Palace words).
10. What ancient poems describe summer? 1. Xiao He only showed sharp corners, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool
The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the sharp corner of the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stood on it early.
2. The crystal curtains are breezy and the roses are fragrant. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
The pool water under the scorching sun is crystal clear; The breeze is blowing gently and the sea is blue. The poet used "the movement of crystal curtains" as a metaphor for this scene.
3. cicadas make the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
Cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Thick lotus leaves spread out layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
5. Liu sleeps during the day. -Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindrome Summer is always in my heart"
There is no wind in the courtyard, the willows hang low, and the boudoir sleeps by day. When the boudoir sleeps quietly during the day, the wind blows and the wicker swings in the yard. The breeze is blowing, the sweat is fragrant, and the thin shirt is slightly cool. Cool shirts give off a faint smell of sweat.
6. Daohuaxiang said that the year is good. Listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
The fragrance of rice and flowers brings the message of harvest, singing the songs of harvest, and frogs are linked together.
7. The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south building is cold. -Huang Tingjian's Book of Ezhou South Building
The night is cool, the moon is bright, and the south building is cool.
8. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. -Su Shi's "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing, Part Two"
If we want to compare the West Lake to a beauty, then the sunny West Lake is like a beauty with heavy makeup, while the rainy West Lake is like a beauty with light makeup, both of which are equally beautiful.
9. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. —— Wang Wei's "Long Rain/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village and I Stay at Wangchuan"
On the vast and empty plain covered with stagnant water, egrets take off, and their posture is so quiet and chic; Listen, far and near, in the beautiful forest, orioles are singing to each other, and their voices are so sweet and happy.
10. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go, but it will be sunny before the summer is deep.
It turns out that it is late summer when the sun is shining.
1 1. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Zhao Shixiu's "about/about"
It rains every day in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
12. One night, the sound of rain turned into a dream, and Qiu Lai was sent to the lotus leaf. -Chen Wenshu's Summer Miscellaneous Poems
It rained all night, and I felt cold even in my dreams. Before I knew it, summer came.
13. Plum teeth are sour and soft, and banana is divided into green screens. -Yang Wanli's "Taking a nap in early summer"
Plum tastes very sour, and there is residual acid between the teeth after eating it; Bananas began to grow, and the shade set off on the screen window.
14. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
At noon in summer, the sunny sky is silent, the water in the pool is crystal clear, and the reflection of the balcony is very clear in the pond. This word "Jin" just writes the real scene of the balcony reflection at this time.
15. The spring water is full of four rivers, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks. -Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons
In the middle of winter, spring water overflows, and the clouds in Shui Ze in summer are unpredictable, most of which are like Qifeng.