The classic poem about dreams, dreams never wake up.

1. Poems describing dreams 1, how much I hate, I was in my dream last night. It's like swimming to the garden in the past. -Tang Li Yu, "Looking at Jiangnan"

2. The waves are clear, and Hualin sings at the beginning. Lotus dew falls, willow sparse in the middle of the month. It's a quilt. Zhao is a yellow quilt. Acacia stops, dreams leave home.

So I think of you, old friend, you are the bane of my midnight dream. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"

4. When the wind blows, a pool of spring water blows. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand. Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

5, passionate but always ruthless, only when you laugh, you feel awkward. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

6, Meng Xiao and sparse clock, floating clouds. -"Meng Xiao" by Song Liqing

7, don't dream of going to Xie Jia, the small corridor circle is crooked. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

8, tears do not make a dream, the temple sings in the middle of the night. -Tang Bai Juyi's Gong Ci

9. Hua Lin Xie Chunhong was too hasty, but the cold rain came late and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

In love, flowers compete for beauty. Even this bright fire of love is only ashes? .

1 1. So, I'm looking for it in a dream with a single pillow. The dream is not a lamp, but burning. -Song Ouyang Xiu, "Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are after parting"

12, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it.

13, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, and the monarch's cuckoo cries in spring. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

14, endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.

15, I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, and I was greedy for joy. -Tang Li Yu's "Langtaosha"

16, affectionate I hate since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

17, the clouds come from Yungu and Menggu, which have been plaguing Yueyang City. -Tang Meng Haoran's "A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang"

18, the night came and the dream suddenly returned home. Xiao Xuan Winter is getting dressed. -Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

19, the dream of the old country has returned, and tears are streaming down her face-Tang Liyu's "Midnight Song"

On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

2 1, the moon is oblique and the autumn wind is cold. Will an old friend come tonight? Teach people to stand up and face the shadow of phoenix tree.

2. A poem that never wakes up, knowing how infatuated it is, just wants to sleep for a long time.

Listening to "Sansheng Stone III", I imagined the beautiful encounter between you and me, and interpreted the happiest classic in life, which made you and me forget the joys and sorrows. Holding the cool early spring night, I silently saw the shadow in your eyes, far away from time and space, sighing lightly, crossing the boundless sky, speechless and desolate. Why don't I feel bad? The love of the third world, the beautiful idea of my life. You are wearing colorful clothes, and your tenderness is as thin as a cloud, and you are tactfully choked. You see, the wet petals on this green grass slope write our marriage, falling and dancing in the air. The thoughts of blooming cherry blossoms come through sadness and the north wind, and the beautiful figure is drunk at the top of romance.

And you on the path, my beauty, you in the painting, a flower umbrella, wandering in the ocean of flowers, turning thousands of times. The moment I looked up, I missed you and I was tired. Staring at the picture, I see you, I see you, you are the beauty I have to wait for in this life. You in your dream, like now, will be full of loneliness. Blending with the beauty of flowers, it exudes the same brilliance as morning dew. Holding a pink umbrella, wearing a beautiful kimono, a brocade top, a white bottom coat, embroidered with charming flowers and a flaming skirt. The red skirt is dotted with snow-white cherry blossoms, swaying in the wind, and the woman is delicate and charming.

If my beauty can really be exchanged for this life, I hope to exchange my love for your life. In exchange, I can meet you and face you again in my life. I can whisper in your ear and tell you that my love and pity can no longer be borne. Through the bright sunshine, I saw your face, frowning and looking forward to my arrival. Silently looking at your pink skin, it passed away as smoothly as spring flowers in the wind and rain, and also folded your greasy youth into tiny wrinkles. It really hurts. You are like a dream, tears streaming down your face.

My bosom friend, my concern, you don't know, I have never seen your face, I am always flustered, I need your kiss to maintain my breathing and blood. Walking in the hurried years, leafing through the beautiful memories, inadvertently thinking of your smile, the wind reflecting the clouds, more thoughts in the dream, always thinking about the sadness of meeting. I know that your delicate eyebrows, like watery eyes, have been lightly embellished with tears. Listening to your sigh in the world of mortals, I also feel your deep expectation and sad thoughts spreading in the depths of the path.

Come and go, I see, under the oblique shadow after dusk, you are waiting for the desire in your heart, unable to give up, and dull pain. When passing by, a person leans in a cherry blossom, watching the flowers as light as butterflies, hugging each other tightly, falling and falling, turning into dust and dying at the fingertips, relieving loneliness. I saw it, I saw it, and the yearning that blooms on the fallen flowers can no longer be romantic. I see the soft branches and delicate meridians around you, gently brushing your soft hair in the wind, full of waiting for me, which makes me cherish the Millennium. They are all beautiful ideas, blowing away the dream of a season. Love floating in the world of mortals is all broken fragments, wrapped in melancholy and helplessness.

How much do you know in your dreams?

3. I woke up lost in writing poetry, had a beautiful dream and met people and things I cared about. When I woke up, Su Shi's bright moon was like frost, the wind was like water, and the scenery was infinite. The fish jumped in the harbor, and the lotus fell, and no one saw it. Like three drums, like a leaf, dark dreams and clouds are shocking. The night is boundless, I'll see. Swallows in the building are locked in the air. Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao. Shang Juan wrote about quiet dreams and the sense of loss after waking up. From the first three sentences, he always writes about the beautiful scenery of autumn night, and each sentence compares the moon and the wind with frost and moisture, which is summarized as "infinite scenery". Appreciating love is beyond words. The peaceful autumn wind, as cool as water, brings people into an infinite quiet situation. Infinite Scenery is not only a description of the night scene in late autumn, but also an emotional expression of the poet's soul after being comforted by the scenery. "The next sentence is to express his feelings after waking up, meaning gloomy and detached. The first three sentences are about his mood, a wanderer who is tired of wandering in the end of the world, missing his way home in the mountains and looking forward to it in his eyes. "It tells the poet's infinite disappointment and regrets. Du Fu once said in a poem: "Climb to the top of the sky and enter your hometown with Spring." Su Shi should use Du Fu's poems here to write about his homesickness after going upstairs. The poet combines scenery, emotion and reason in one furnace, and grows around the Swallow House incident layer by layer. The scenery is the scenery of the swallow house, and the emotion is the lingering feeling after the dream of the swallow house. Reason and emotion blend, the realm is quiet, the style is clear and spacious in harmony and grace, and the theme is recognized by Canon, which is harmonious but not astringent. The secluded bosom and secluded environment complement each other, which fully shows the genius of Su Shi's careful writing. The profound life emotion of this word contains the continuous events of ancient and modern times, tired guests and beauties, dreams and beauties, conveys a sense of emptiness and indifference in life with some Zen meaning, and hides a birth that requires complete liberation.

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 wordless dressing and caring for each other, but the tears are sad year after year, and the moon is bright and the night is short.

Langtaosha (Li Yu)

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Luo Zhou can't stand the cold.

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. There are classical poems describing "dreams". Poetry about dreams: Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about a Far Away": The moon is full now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Li Bai dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu: My heart and dream are in Wu and the moon, and I cross the Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night.

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.

Countless peaks and more valleys, there is no road, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. 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.

Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden 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 moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

Du Fu's Moonlit Night: In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: flies fly on the throne, and he meditates in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey: Until her brother went to war, then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty faded.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Su Shi's dream: there is something in the circle, so there is no round space to enter the well. If you don't believe in the true shape of heaven, you should be poor first.

The chain has been solved wonderfully, and no amount of tricks will help. The kotow asked my father-in-law to smile. Who is the obstacle to passing?

Text: According to rough statistics, Wen wrote more than 30 poems about dreams, Li Yu wrote 13, Yan wrote more than 40, and Su Shi wrote as many as 55. Other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui and Wu Wenying also wrote poems about dreams. Yan's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they are drunk for those years.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.

Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy": thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, reluctant to go home? As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi's Dream on the 20th day of the first month" is unforgettable if you don't think about it for ten years. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

This poem is the first mourning poem in literary history. The writing time of this word is February 20th.

At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou, was dissatisfied with its immigrants, and was quite depressed. He lives in Michigan thousands of miles away from home. In this case, it is even more sad for him to mourn his dead wife.

This poem expresses the author's deep memory of his dead wife. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative.

This eulogy uses various artistic techniques, such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, narrative sketches and so on, to express deep and persistent nostalgia for his dead wife. Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, died in the capital Bianliang in the second year of Yingzong Zhiping (1065) and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.

It's been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his lament over the bumpy career and ill-fated fate in the past decade.

The whole word is divided into three layers with dreams as clues. In the last film, I wrote my thoughts before dreaming, showing my deep affection for my dead wife.

The sentence "even if" contains the sadness of frustrated official career. The first five sentences of the next movie are about meeting in a dream.

Express the affection between husband and wife with small details of life. Xiao Xuan Window Dressing is like a close-up of the head, which implicitly shows the beauty and affection of his dead wife.

The emotional capacity of "caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears" is very large. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, with deep feelings and sad artistic conception.

Wu Wenying Night Tour Palace: People go to the West Building to bid farewell to their dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. Clouds are thin and stars are thin.

Listening and understanding, building a river bridge, unfinished business. It's raining early outside. How much frost is it on the fine weave? Said the little girl didn't know.

How many people are old when they go to Chang 'an and Qiudeng? Lu you visited the palace at night, remembering the dream and sending the soul to Bo: The snow is clear and chaotic, sleepwalking, I don't know where? An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

Sleeping in a cold lamp, the sound leaks from the moon. I promised to be in Wan Li.

Who knows? Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's Night Palace: The sunset shines on the water under the leaves, and the waves are light and heavy.

The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes. Standing for a long time, watching the dusk and lighting up the city.

At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying. Don't fall in love with single.

Who knows? For Xiao Niang, a book is a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's introduction to Jiang Mei: (In winter in Chen Bing, I want to stay in Liangxi, but I can't, because I dreamed of it. )

It is easy to leave this world for a long time. See plum branches.

I suddenly miss you a few small windows that dreamers carry with them.

I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around. Cold current invasion unknown.

Wet red hates ink shallow printing. Bao Zheng is empty, and geese fly by.

It's empty to go shopping in the street.