Poems about sleeping

Picking mulberry seeds

The sky is fragrant and warm when I sleep in the wine stall,

The embroidered door is open in a leisurely manner.

The fragrant seal turns to ashes,

I carry my old eyebrows alone against the cold screen.

Hazy but lying in front of the lamp,

The moon lingers outside the window.

The first return of Xiaomeng,

A night of east wind bloomed early plum blossoms.

Relaxing in early summer and waking up from a nap

The plums are sour and soaking the teeth,

The bananas are green and covered with window screens;

The days are long and ruthless when sleeping Thinking,

Watch the children catching willow flowers.

The Heavenly Fairy

I came back late at night and was drunk,

I helped her into the tassel and she still didn’t wake up.

Drunk and alcoholic.

I was shocked to sleep, laughing,

How much can a long life have?