Poems about sleep

In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat.

The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.

I drank a lot yesterday, and I was top-heavy this morning. I just took off my winter clothes and let my body relax immediately.

When I wake up, I just feel empty, but I'm not worried, probably because I don't want to be home at night.

Sleep (Bai Juyi)

The milky way is still leaking, and the moonlight is slightly longing for dawn.

I often turn the pillow upside down, put it under my account and put it on A Qiu's backlog in front of the stove.

Early to bed and late to rise, there will always be a bad night.

Five desires have been sold, and there is no limit to painting in the world.

Sufuchi Xiting (Bai Juyi)

Go to the pavilion at Pingqiao Bridge on the pool and go to the bridge at night.

The silver-haired old man came to live again, and the old moon was bright fifteen years ago.