A six-character poem describing waking up from a dream.

( 1)

Wake up in the early morning sun and remember. The lotus tower reflects the sky,

Where life is long, where the world is long, Ren Baining,

Drink and sing, and laugh for the rest of your life.

Sunday and Sunday in the morning start quietly, and the world of mortals will work for a while.

(2)

Brocade is sent by the postman, and miss is brought to the platform every day.

Too many people are not, sad, unable to see through.

Red tears are stained with dust, pomegranate skirts are widened and bony.

It's sad that the illness is getting older every year, and where a wisp of fragrant soul is buried.

(3)

The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing.

Half a life of ups and downs, ten thousand kinds of lofty sentiments go with the wind.

Qiu Lai enjoys chrysanthemums under the east hedge, and he is complacent about grazing.

Tea, clouds and poems, flowers bloom and fall.

(4)

In my dream, the poem didn't work, but I suddenly woke up and turned on the light.

I used to love flowers and tolerate folding branches. How can we know that it is difficult to find incense in autumn?

Passion belongs to Luge, and pride to Feng Ling Temple.

Things are like clouds, joys and sorrows are a dream.

(5)

Idle watching the wind leads to peace of mind, calm and pleasant.

Tea rolling secular, listening to songs and poetry.

Travel around the mountains to melt nature, attract friends, and call on friends to meet their hearts.

The noise of the city is not my direction, but I want to win the rain simply.

(6)

I don't know when I rolled over and sat down, but I sang bamboo branches in Chunshan.

The empty sound is broken in the sky, and the thin pavilion is held in the illusion of the moon.

Long shame and shallow heart are bitter, and forbearance teaches love and tears to wash away delusion.

The shadows of the trees rustle with me, and I'm still reading the poem of burying flowers.