What ancient poems can't sleep at night?

1. It's hard to send goose books, but you can't have too many dreams.

Two Poems Forever in My Heart by Shen Ruyun in Tang Dynasty (I).

It is difficult to send books to geese, and it is also difficult to dream.

May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.

Explanation:

The geese have already flown away, so it is difficult to send a letter. Too much sadness makes people unable to sleep. I hope I can follow the ubiquitous moon shadow and light up your barracks.

2, the beauty is broken before she is old, and she is sitting on the fumigation cage.

Poems from Bai Juyi's harem in Tang Dynasty

Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby. ?

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.

Explanation:

Tears soaked the towel and I couldn't sleep. I can't dream. Late at night, I heard the sound of singing in rhythm from the front hall. Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.

However, the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue.

From Wei to my friends in the Tang Dynasty.

We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again. How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.

Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country. I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.

Explanation:

Last year, we said goodbye, but now we have been apart for a year. How can I predict the fate of the world? Only gloomy spring worries keep me awake. My sick body makes me want to retire to the pastoral area and watch the exiled people live up to the wages of the country. I heard that you would meet me here. I went to the West Building and looked out at the bright moon several times.

At midnight, I think of a city gate in the north, and I hear the bell ringing between me and sleep.

Quoted from "Bo Mu" written by Wei in Tang Dynasty.

A small boat docked in a remote town on the bank of Huaihe River. Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. ?

The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there. Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore?

Explanation:

Unload the sail and stay in a small town on the bank of Huaihe River. The boat is docked in a lonely hotel. The wind swelled the waves on the river, and the earth was dark at sunset. The mountains are dark and people rest, and the moonlight shines on Luzhou geese. Lonely at night, I can't help thinking of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore?

5, there are guests embarrassed, and the ancient court hangs alone.

Shi Dazu's Mid-Autumn Festival Ding Yi in Song Dynasty.

The west wind came to persuade Liang Yun to go, and Tian Dong put down the golden mirror. According to the frost condensation, into the river and wet, plumes. The extraordinary road is forever. More broken Qiu Guang, all become a sad mirror. When a guest hesitates, a lonely shadow hangs in the ancient court.

Friends in the south of the Yangtze River can pity the sky when they are in Xu. Who will lead the poem? Dreams are broken, books are open, and there is no acacia. Worried. For the wind magpie stump, exposed to fly barren wells. Considering Heng E, the palace in September is very cold.

Explanation:

The west wind blew, as if to persuade the clouds to put down, and the clouds gradually receded. Looking to the east, the golden mirror-like moon will rise in the clear and cloudless sky of Ran Ran. The moonlight is like frost, shining all over the fields. The osmanthus trees on the moon are reflected in the river, and the hidden moon and the bright moon complement each other, adding a little charm. It's late at night, leaving me wandering around the old post office alone, unable to sleep alone.

Friends at home, looking at the bright moon in the distance, may also think of themselves outside. Returning home now is just a dream, and I can only send my thoughts back to my hometown by letter. Worried and anxious, the black magpie leans on the branches in the wind, and the crickets groan in the barren wells in the autumn dew. Drinking alone under the moon, the palace in early September is bleak.