Poems that can't sleep at night

1, I couldn't bear to sleep because of autumn, and I moved my tears to Xiang Qiu screen.

From the Qing Dynasty poet Cao Xueqin's "Farewell to Autumn Window"

Original poem

Generation separation autumn window stormy night

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!

How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.

Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?

Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even the night roared by, and the lights seemed to be accompanied by tears.

The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

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Flowers and plants wither in autumn, and the dim light makes the autumn night look longer. I already feel that there are endless autumn colors outside the window. How can I endure the wind and rain in autumn to make autumn more desolate? How quickly the autumn wind and rain came, shocked the green in my dream. I can't sleep with the sadness of autumn. I move the tearful candle to the screen. The flickering candle lit the short-handled lampstand, which affected the mood of sadness and parting.

Whose yard is not attacked by autumn wind, and it doesn't rain outside the window in autumn? Silk can't resist the force of autumn wind, and autumn night will leak more rain and urge more urgent rain. The autumn rain that lasted all night seemed to be crying with someone who was about to leave. The yard is more depressed under the fog of autumn rain, and water drops drip from time to time on the sparse bamboo leaves outside the window. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, tears have wet the window screen.

2, the rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to stay away from the crowd. ?

Bodhisattva Man Sasha Vujacic Leaves Rain by the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde

Original poem

"Bodhisattva Man, rustling leaves and rain"

A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.

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The wind and rain are rustling and the leaves are falling. Autumn night, the longer you count, the longer you are sad. At this time, lean on the pillow and look up at the starry sky. The moon has passed the first winding and gradually becomes perfect. Autumn wind and autumn rain are horribly cold. Luozhou is impatient, and the solitary pillow is unbearable. The horn reminds the dawn, and the flower shadow leaks. Tears accompanied by snuff were burned to ashes. There is no place that is not sad. The lyre knows what I mean. It has been covered with a thin layer of dust.

3, sitting alone, empty hall to two more. ?

Sitting Alone in Autumn Night by Tang Dynasty Poet Wang Wei

Original poem

Sitting alone in the autumn night

Sitting alone is sad and white, and the autumn night sky is nearly two more.

Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.

The white hair on the head is always difficult to turn black, and there is no panacea in alchemy.

To know how to get rid of senility, only learning Buddhism can't be destroyed.

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Sitting alone, sad and white, the autumn night sky class is nearly two shifts. Wild fruits in the mountains are falling in the autumn rain, and insects in the grass are whispering in the light. The white hair on the head is always difficult to turn black, and the fairy medicine in the alchemy has not yet been refined. If you want to know how to eliminate aging diseases, you can only learn from Buddhism and become immortal.

4. Listening to the rain in the bamboo window, I sat for a long time and slept for a few minutes. I felt the narcissus Juanjuan ringing outside the window in the light shadow.

From the Song Dynasty poet Wu Wenying's "Night Tour at the Palace Bamboo Window Listening to the Rain"

Original poem

Night tour of the palace bamboo window listening to the rain

Listen to the rain in the bamboo window, sit for a few times and sleep. When I felt it, I saw the daffodil Juanjuan carrying the rain outside the window in the shadow of the lamp. In the window, chewing lanterns is cold. Muddy as a lonely boat in Xiaoxiang. See the fairy, step Ling Bo, the moon shadow. Sweet bitterness deceives cold strength. Dream around, a thousand hectares of surging waves. Dreaming of the new and worrying about the old scenery. The cloud shines on the jade, and the wine wakes up first.

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The rain outside the window skimmed the stream and made a crisp sound. The solitary light in the room is particularly bright, but it is also very cold. The poet takes a nap alone in the house, which is really like drifting in a boat on the Xiangjiang River. At this point, Xiang Jun seems to be gently holding his nepotism, and the moonlight is shining on her.

Narcissus gives off a crisp fragrance, but it is attacked by cold air, which reminds her of growing up on the banks of rivers and lakes with thousands of hectares of waves. Although new worries come to mind, I am still immersed in old dreams. Vaguely, the fairy's hair is shining with touching luster, fluffy and slightly tilted. It was not until the immortal spirit faded that the poet's wine woke up slightly.

5, the night rain drops empty steps, lonely house dreams, sad mood.

From Liu Yong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "It's raining at night and dripping empty stairs"

Original poem

Tail-made, the rain drops empty steps at night

At night, the rain outside the window drops on the empty steps, and the lonely hostel in the hostel suddenly wakes up, feeling sad and desolate inside. This kind of leisure is hard to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the sound of cricket is bitter. The night will be as long as the night, and the bottles will soon fall down. I always have a good sleep alone in the most unprovoked places.

The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after parting. Remember, she cut a lock of hair as a reunion after the reunion, which seems more difficult to cash. Even when you are deep in the boudoir, press new words and flow clouds. If I can still laugh, I will exchange the golden ball for such an opportunity.

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At night, the rain outside the window dripped on the empty steps. I suddenly woke up and was alone in the hotel, feeling sad and sad. This kind of leisure is difficult to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper, crickets are bitter, the night will be over, and snuff will soon fall. The most boring moment, always let the night pass in the loneliness of solitary sleep. The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after leaving.

I remember that at the beginning, she cut off a lock of hair as an agreement to meet again after parting. It seems that this is getting harder and harder to cash. When can I write lyrics and drink in the depths of the boudoir? If I can laugh with you again, I will exchange the golden pearls for this opportunity.