Verses about having dreams

1. What are the beautiful sentences with the word "dream"?

1. Flowers bloom and fall, praying for dreams, while dead leaves and flying leaves are finally dreams. Dreams begin, dreams disperse, and there is no sleep. Destinations arise and perish. Destinations end.

2. Dreams, whether short or long, are just dreams. What year comes and goes.

3. When fate gathers and fate disappears, fate will be extinguished. Dreams come and go and become empty.

4. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life, just like Zhuang Sheng’s dream. I don’t know if I have entered the dream of a butterfly, or if I have dreamed of a butterfly.

5. I meet people I shouldn’t meet in my life, and I dream about dreams I don’t want to wake up from.

6. You are my thirty-nine-degree wind. Dreams like the wind gather and disperse, and feelings are melting. In the dream, you are a dream. The more you dream, the emptier you become. The emptier you become, the more you love to do it. About your dream.

7. Late at night, I suddenly dream about teenage things, but only about idle people, not about you.

8. Have you ever had a dream? In the dream, there are wind, flowers, snow and moon, in the dream there are peach blossoms on the cheeks, in the dream there is a long pavilion with flowing water, in the dream there are prosperous music and songs, in the dream there is a long wind riding a horse, and there is a horse riding on the ground. Looking for flowers in the snow, inadvertently, looking back in Qingxiang, there was a flute with him.

9. I only dream of idle people, not of kings.

10. Life is like a dream, but a dream is not a dream. What's life like? Like a dream.

11. When you meet in a dream, you don’t see the person. If you knew it was a dream, why should you wake up? Even if we often meet in dreams, how can it be better than seeing each other once in real life.

12. I miss you so much, I dream back at night, my heart breaks in my dream, I smile with my heart alone.

13. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

14. When the dream on the pillow is gone, the heart is gone, but when you wake up, the dream is gone but the heart is not returned.

15. Life is actually one dream after another. The joys and sorrows of the past, if you think about it thoroughly, are just another dream that has ended. Since it is a dream, why worry about it anymore? Because we will wake up one day and continue with new dreams. 2. Poems and famous quotes about dreams

Quotes: 1. Dreams are the thoughts of the soul and our secret true feelings (Truman Capote) 2. As long as dreams last, they can become reality. We Aren’t you just living in a dream? (Tennyson) 3. Once a dream is put into action, it will become sacred (A. Ann Proctor) 4. All activists are dreamers (Jen Harnick) 5. The most painful thing in life is When you wake up from a dream, there is no way to go. The dreamer is happy; if you can't see the way to go, the most important thing is not to wake him up (Lu Xun) poem: I can draw the eagle's bow like the full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf . Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky. There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the cloud sails will be hung directly to help the sea. Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult" There are tens of thousands of vast buildings, which can shelter the poor people all over the world. Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" wishes you a happy day. 3. Poems about dreams

1. Life is like a dream, a statue is like a moon in the river.

——Interpretation of "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgic" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay tribute to the eternal bright moon. 2. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

——Translation of "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty: Last night I dreamed of flowers falling in the pond. It's a pity that I can't go home after half of spring. 3. When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.

——Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Broken Array: Returning to Compose a Poetry for Chen Tongfu" Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the year, and the horns sounded one after another. . 4. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

Answer - Translation of "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty: The wind is blowing and snowing outside, which wakes up the soldiers from their sleep and reminds them of their hometown. Missing me, there is no such voice in my hometown. 5. Lying down late at night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier.

——Translation of Song Dynasty Lu You's "The Storm and Rain on November 4th": The night was almost over, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed in a daze that I was riding a horse on my back. Armored horses crossed the frozen river.

4. Poems about dreams

Ouyang Pu’s poem It’s been the year of dream pine since I left home.

Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.

Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.

Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.

Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.

Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams. Li Pin's Sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime.

("Bei Meng Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the fleeting years. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng."

(See "Chronicle" below). Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy with spring dreams.

The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.

("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.

Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking up the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir.

Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn.

In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs·Sixth Clear There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.

Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn.

The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is full of homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs · Dayunle (Shang Tiaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.

The moon goes with the moon, but the dream soul is far away. Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened.

After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, and jade with broken bones is easy to sell.

If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late.

When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain. Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.

He will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain.

I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having many dreams.

I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.

We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.

The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.

There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.

It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?

I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.

Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.

No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other.

Grass grows in the fields, springs and chalcedony flow.

I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.

The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.

I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.

Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The grass is pure and clear, and the acacia has orchid.

Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate a small amount of merit, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.

You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.

I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave a gift to the monk who was off duty. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?

There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.

To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?

The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.

The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.

A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.

I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.

It is not early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.

In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.

Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not wisdom, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.

We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.

The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.

I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.

If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.

The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.

The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.

They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.

I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free.

Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.

Xiao Xiao is still here and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is clear, the day is vast, and the sand is the ancient battlefield.

There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams.

I have never been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, so how can I say I have been to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Feng back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.

The mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are singing in spring. The wine flags and willows are moving, and the monk's house is in line with the clouds.

This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost. Du Xunhe gave it to Linshang Ren. Regardless of Zen and law, you must eventually enter. 5. Poems with the word "dream" or poems describing dreams

Ouyang Fu's sentence It has been the year of Mengsong since I left home.

Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.

Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.

Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.

Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.

Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams. Li Pin's Sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime.

("Bei Meng Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the fleeting years. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").

Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng."

(See "Chronicle" below). Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy with spring dreams.

The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.

("Yi Monk") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul arrived at the partridge village first. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.

Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking up the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir.

Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn.

In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Sixth Cheer There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.

Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. *** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn.

The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is full of homesickness. *** Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Da Yue Music (Shang Diaoqu) Tears are hard to shed, and broken jade is easy to sell.

The moon goes with the moon, but the dream soul is far away. Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened.

After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, but jade is easy to sell.

If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late.

When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain. Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.

He will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain.

I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having many dreams.

I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.

We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.

The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.

There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.

It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there. Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?

I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.

Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.

No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the fields, springs and chalcedony flow.

I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.

The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.

I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in his hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.

Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The grass is pure and clear, and the acacia has orchid.

Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an.

Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate a small amount of merit, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.

You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.

I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave a gift to the monk who was off duty. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?

There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.

To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?

The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.

The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.

A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.

I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.

It is not early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.

In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.

Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not wisdom, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.

We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.

The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.

I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.

If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.

The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.

The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.

They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.

I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free.

Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.

Xiao Xiao is still here and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. Dai Siyan is on the fortress. The sky is clear, the day is vast, and the sand is the ancient battlefield.

There is a lot of snow in spring, and cattle and sheep make their living. Tears blow in the cold corner, and dry elms fall on the bed of dreams.

I have never been a visitor to the mountains and rivers, so how can I say I have been to Yuyang? Du Xunhe sent Chen Feng back to Machuan. The bottom of Machuan was clear, as if entering Wuling River.

The mountains on both sides face each other, and birds are singing in spring. The wine flags and willows are moving, and the monk's house is in line with the clouds.

This is the road to my hometown, and my dream of cherishing you is not lost. Du Xunhe gave it to Master Linshang. Regardless of Zen and the law, one must eventually enter the door of enlightenment.

Solution. 6. Ancient poems about dreams

Famous ancient poems about dreams 1. How much hate was in my dream last night.

It still feels like the old days when you visited Shangyuan. (Li Yu. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River") 2. The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

(Meng Haoran. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang") 3. I found it in my dream on my pillow, but the dream failed to turn into a lamp and ignited. (Ouyang Xiu. "Jade House Spring: I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell") 4. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.

(Meng Haoran. "Summer South Pavilion Huai Xin Da") 5. After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night. (Bai Juyi. "Gong Ci") 6. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.

(Li Shangyin. "Jin Se") 7. The dawn dream follows the sparse clock, and floats on the clouds. (Li Qingzhao. "Dawn Dream") 8. At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.

(Su Shi. "Jiang Chengzi") 9. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. (Li Yu. "Lang Tao Sha") 10. The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes.

(Li Yu. "Midnight Song"). 7. Poems about "dreams"

Daydream by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty In February, I was sleepy and sleepy.

The peach blossoms warm the eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset are linked to dreams. The alleys of my hometown are at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.

Ande is engaged in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money. Returning to Dreams by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The roads are often blocked, and the mountains and rivers are lonely every day.

The only one who has lived an ignoble life is old, and he has been rebelling for three dynasties. The rain is rushing, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.

If you don’t get your dream return, you don’t need Chu Ci’s moves. Two Dreams by Li Bai, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.

In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news after expelling guests. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.

I am afraid that this is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable. When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns to the gate, it will be dark.

You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings? The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.

The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can catch it. Floating clouds move all day long, and wanderers will not arrive for a long time.

I have been dreaming about you for three nights, and I have seen you personally. Returning home is often awkward, and the journey of hardship is hard to come by.

There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost. If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your ambition in life.

The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard. The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.

Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you. Written after a night dream on August 30th, the second year of Baoli, written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The sudden release of the dusty tassel is a joy, but the return of the world network is unknown.

Don’t forget the dream in the Quanwu Pavilion, while walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Reply to the Dream of Mountain Station by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The dream of traveling to the king has come thousands of miles away, and I have been locked up in my ghostly desire for two years.

Don’t forget the place where you used to sit and walk, in front of the bamboo bushes at the foot of the back hall. Staying straight in the confinement, dreaming about the immortal temple. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The grass in Xixuan is free from edicts, and the pines and bamboos are deep and silent.

When the moon comes out and the breeze comes, it suddenly looks like a sunset in the mountains. Because it becomes a southwest dream, the dream is like a wandering fairy.

The sound of leaking from the palace is like the sound of water dripping from a mountain spring. Mengjiu Tang Bai Juyi Don't come to the boss to practice hard and become ashes.

My whole life’s memories are gone, why did I fall into a dream last night? Dream about Mr. Pei by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty Five years separated life and death, but one night the dream came true. In the dream, it was like the past, just like the Jinluan Palace.

It looks like golden purple, with a clear appearance of ice and jade. Diligence and love for each other are the same as in life.

Now that I know it is a dream, I feel pity that the love has not ended yet. Looking back on what happened at that time, what happened last night? Learn the Dharma by yourself, and all the connections will become empty.

I am a gentleman now, and my tears will stick to my chest. Dreaming of going up the mountain by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty I dreamed of going up the Songshan Mountain at night, carrying a quinoa staff alone.

Thousands of rocks and ten thousand valleys are all worth visiting. In the dream, my feet are not sick and I am as healthy as my youth.

After realizing the spirit and returning to the original state, it still retains its old form and quality. Only then did we realize that within the body and spirit, there is no illness in the body or in the spirit.

Both form and spirit are illusions, and dreams are not real. Although walking during the day is awkward, walking at night is quite comfortable.

Since day and night are equally divided, what is gained or lost in between? Meng Wei Zhi Tang Bai Juyi When I get up in the morning, I feel melancholy in the wind. I can't hear the river flowing through the river. I don’t know why I remembered you, but I dreamed of you three times last night.

Dream Immortal by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty People have dream immortals, and their dream bodies ascend to the higher realms. He rides on a white crane with two red flags in front.

The feathers are fluttering, and the jade lanterns are clanking. Looking straight down in mid-air, the world is a blur.

Gradually losing the hometown and country, the landscape becomes different. The East China Sea is all white, and the mountains are five spots green.

After a while, a group of immortals came to lead them to Yujing. An Qi is envious of his family, and his servants are like ministers.

Pay homage to the Jade Emperor and express your sincerity before bowing your head. The emperor said that you are an immortal, so don’t underestimate yourself if you work hard.

Fifteen years later, I hope you will not die in court. When I paid homage to Si Yan again, I was both happy and surprised.

I dare not reveal the secret, and I vow to live in the rock. Loyalty sacrifices flesh and blood, and eliminates the smell of food and drink.

In the morning, you eat mica powder, and at night you suck in the evil spirits. The mountain has been empty for thirty years, and every day I look at the carriages and welcome them.

It has been a long time since the early stage, and there is no sound from the Luanhe. The teeth and hair become whiter with each passing day, and the ears and eyes become less intelligent.

Once the same thing is transformed, the body merges with the dung soil. There is faith in gods and immortals, but vulgar power cannot be relied upon.

Gou has no golden bones and no elixir name.

He just taught the bigu method and accepted the burning elixir sutra in vain.

If you work hard only for yourself, you will never succeed in a hundred years. Sadly, dreamer, one dream can ruin a life! Meng visited Yuanjiu with Li Qi and Yu 32. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. I dreamed of returning to Chang'an at night and meeting my old relatives and friends.

The loss is on my left, and the success is on my right. It's February day, and the spring breeze comes out hand in hand.

We passed through Jinganli together and dismounted to look for Yuanjiu. Yuan Jiu was sitting alone and smiled when he saw me.

It also refers to the flower in the west courtyard, which is the wine in the north pavilion. As the saying goes, everyone has his or her own reasons, and it seems that happiness cannot last forever.

In a moment, the gods are together, but the gods are separated. Feeling suspicious, searching for nothing.

The shadow of the remaining lamp flickered on the wall, and the slanting moonlight penetrated the window. Looking northwest at dawn, does Mr. Wanli know? When I grow old and see no time, I hesitate and scratch my white head.

Dreamless Tang Bai Juyi The old eyes are dazzled and the front is dark, and the spring clothes are cold after the rain. Many old poems are forgotten, but new wine is tasted.

Being clumsy is determined by the stability of the body, and carelessness should be taken advantage of when the company is difficult. I am gradually thinking about fame and fortune, but I have no dream of going to Chang'an.

Two Suspicious Dreams by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Don't be surprised by favors and humiliations, and don't worry about happiness. Don't count the hardships of kindness and hardship. Huangdi Confucius had nowhere to ask, and he knew he was not in a dream.

It is difficult to tell whether the deer suspects Zheng or Prime Minister, but the birth of Diehua Village can be known. If it is not a dream now, how long can it last longer than the dream?

Zhongshu Dreams of Zhongzhou at Night by Tang Bai Juyi Your Majesty dreamed in front of the lamp that he was traveling in Banan City. Come to the ferry in search of flowers, go to the top of the mountain in search of temples.

The color of the river is distinctly green, and the sound of the ape is still sad. The ban bell frightened me to sleep, but I couldn't go to the east building.

Sleepwalking Tianmu chants and leaves for farewell Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are dim and it is difficult to find a letter. The more people are talking about Tianmu, the bright clouds may disappear or be visible.

Tianmu stretches the sky towards the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and it is tilted to the southeast.

I want to dream of Wuyue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River.

Xie Gong’s residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are crowing. Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder.

The sun can be seen from half of the wall, and the sky chickens can be heard in the sky. Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim.

Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are shocking to the top. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke.

The columns were struck by thunderbolts, and the hills collapsed. The cave sky stone fan opens suddenly.

The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.

The tiger, the drum, the harp, the luan, come back to the car, and the immortals are lined up like hemp. Suddenly his soul palpitates and his soul moves, he suddenly gets startled and sighs for a long time.

Only when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze. The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastward.

When will you return when you leave? Let me leave the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng was able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which made me unhappy.

Spring Dream Tang Cen Shen The spring breeze blew up in the bridal chamber last night, and the old friend was still across the Xiangjiang River. In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

Dreaming of farewell after generation. Sun Zuofu, the eldest son of the Tang Dynasty. Dreaming of farewell in the midst of farewell, sorrow comes after sorrow. Dreams are thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow them again.

Thinking about the dream was painful, but I regretted that it was too late to wake up. Even if it is not true, why not let the dream come true.

Dream of Taibai Xifeng by Changjian of the Tang Dynasty. Dreaming of rising to the nine cliffs, I met Yuan Jun in the mist. Send me to Taibai Peak with few words and dirty atmosphere.

The knot is in Xinghan, and the banquet forest is closed and dense. The eaves and couplets are covered with green, and the scarves and blankets are covered with clouds.

When I went to the stream, it was still dark in the solitary pavilion. Pine peaks draw shadows from the sky, and Ishize Qingxia writes.

My eyes are calm and I am enjoying the slow boat ride, and my heart is calm and I cast my mind towards the flock of birds. The spring breeze is blowing again, and the flowers on Tandao are blooming.

Dreaming of Returning to Minchuan River by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty A thousand-mile gurgling stream was built in the river. 8. Poems about dreams

1. "Poe799bee5baa6e79fa5e98193e58685e5aeb931333366303235 Poems for Chen Tongfu" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

When drunk, I read the sword with the lamp on, and dreamed of blowing the horn in the camp. . Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.

The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt.

Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!

Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the past, and the horns sounded one after another. Roast beef was distributed among the men, and the band played Northern Xinjiang songs. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield. The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows shook the ears like thunder. (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great mission of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!

2. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Translation: Two people have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.

3. "Two Poems on the Wind and Rain on November 4th. Part 2" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fell into my dream.

Translation: I lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, and thinking about defending the country's borders. At the end of the night, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding an armored horse across the frozen river to fight in the northern battlefield.

4. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.

The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.

Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.

5. "Die Lian Hua·Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River" Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao

Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River, travel all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and never meet anyone else. There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.

If you try to exhaust all this love letter, it will end up with no evidence. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.

Translation: In my dream, I walked towards the misty Jiangnan Road. I traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but could not meet my beloved after parting. In the dream, there is no place to express the sadness and ecstasy. After waking up, I feel melancholy all because of the dream. I wanted to express my love for you and wrote to you, but in the end the letter failed to be sent. I have no choice but to slowly play the zither to express my emotions of separation. It is difficult to express my resentment even if the zither pillars are broken. 9. Poems about dreams

Like a dream order·Last night the rain came and the wind came. Last night the rain came and the wind came. I slept hard and couldn’t drink the remaining wine. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the begonias remained the same.

Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two bottles of weak wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.

The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers.

Who is worthy of being haggard and damaged now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark?

The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Shui Tiao Ge Tou When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.

Dance and clear the shadow, how does it feel like you are in the human world! Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I wish you a long life and a long life.