A poem about remembering dreams (a poem about falling asleep)

1. Poems about falling asleep 1. 1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.

Lu you

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,

Iron horse glacier dream.

have a dream

Don du fu

If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.

3. Li Bai's two dreams

Don du fu

Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.

4. On August 30th the following year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.

Tang Bai Juyi

Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network returned, unknown.

Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.

5. It is forbidden to go straight and sleepwalk in Xianyou Temple.

Tang Bai Juyi

Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.

6. Meng Peixianggong

Tang Bai Juyi

Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.

7. Don't dream after parting.

Tang Sasuke

Don't dream of parting, it will become sadder after sorrow.

I feel that my dream is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow it.

I miss my dream, but I hate being late.

Even if this is true, why not dream?

2. Poems on Rain Appreciation 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")

5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

9. Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")

3. Poems about dreams Ancient poems pursue ideal ancient poems:

If you are poor, you will be strong, but if you don't fall, you will be. -Wang Bo

Swallows are playing in the Woods. They know how to swim with swans. -Cao Zhi

Wan Li is still near. -Cao Zhi

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. -Li Bai

I want to fly in the sky and embrace the bright moon. -Li Bai

Make further progress with a hundred feet of pole-Li Bai

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. -Li Bai

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. -Wen Tianxiang

Qian Fan was calm by the boat, and Wan Muchun was in front of the sick tree. -Liu Yuxi

If you get drunk today, you will worry about your troubles tomorrow. -Luo Yin's "Self-scheduling"

The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. -Cao Cao

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. -Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -Gong Zizhen

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. -Yue Fei

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. -Yu Qian

Live like a hero and die like a ghost. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. -Li Qingzhao

There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down. —— Qu Yuan

4. The poem or poem about bosom friend that I finally found is 1, which hurts bosom friend at the expense of the singer. -Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han Yuefu

There are tall buildings in the northwest of the poem, which are flush with the clouds. Cross sparse junction window, aging third order. There is a string song on the screen with a sad voice.

Who can write this song? Nothing is Qi Liang's wife! Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty. Sigh again and again, be generous and sad. I didn't hesitate to be a singer, but I hurt my bosom friend. I would like to fly high for two swans.

2. The lords of the kingdom are very strict with us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. -Don Meng Haoran "Leaving Wang Wei"

I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye. The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

3, I will pick up my pipa, I will play, there is no bosom friend. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"

The whole poem is full of mountains and mountains, and the moon rises slowly from the lake in the east. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brought me the fragrance of lotus, and the bamboo dew dripped. I will pick up my lute and play, without a bosom friend. So I think of you, old friend. I'm finally dreaming.

Gao Jiang is the only one who likes to meet you. -Tang Lizhong's "Jishui County Appreciates Song Hua Scholar with Rhyme"

The official position of the whole poem is depressed in the water town, and the official has nothing to write. Listening to the residual spring rain, dreaming of five old clouds in the air. Every bamboo path and every moss step, birds prefer to smell the flowers. Gao Jiang is the only one who likes to meet you.

5. If we know that this matter is not so intimate, it will naturally be indispensable-Mr. Don Li Shanfu's "To Play the Piano"

The whole poem knows about it, but there are few bosom friends, so Mr. Wang naturally wastes his heart. When the world is so old, why should people be more attached to it? The body is not as skillful as Yu Sheng, but as pleasant as Kevin·Z's lewdness. Three feet in the traffic line seven, two feet in Shi Kuang.

6, confidant is not easy to get, caressing the sword increases feelings. -Tang Li Bai's "Give Brother Chang"

The whole poem Huainan looks at the south of the Yangtze River, and thousands of miles of green hills are right. I'm tired of it, and I'm depressed. Zongying, Zuoxiong County, is a land-water facies control area. In the long river, Wu Hui runs thousands of miles. So is your heart, no matter how big or small it is. Shake the pen and wind and frost, push the true love. The court is full of peaches and plums, and the hotel is covered. What's the point? Clouds in the sky, floating, suddenly meet. Only when the saints are unjust will they sing, and life will return to the times. Independent mountains and seas, empty old saints and wise. A bosom friend is rare, and touching the sword adds affection. Don't go yet when you pay 90 thousand.

7, a bosom friend is hard to meet, and talented people go to the end of the world. -Tang Dai Shulun's "Send Guizhou to Uncle Wei"

The whole poem is hard to find a confidant, and talented people go to the end of the world. The water is far away and it is urgent to go downhill. Clouds gather yellow and rain falls, and trees scatter flowers. I'll meet you when I get to Japan, and I'll take Ruan's house.

8. Ancient music has few friends, and famous sayings violate customs. -Don Wang Zhenbai's "Recalling Zhang Chu Shi"

The whole poem is Chu Shi's, and the whole poem is mysterious. There are few bosom friends in ancient music, and famous sayings violate customs. The mountain wind enters the pine path, and the sea climbs the moon. Bi Shiwei is a liar, and no one tells right and wrong.

9. There are not many bosom friends in a person's life, and a gentleman can forget them. -Tang Baorong's Autumn Night Moon and Li Zhengfeng

The whole poem helps the piano to be independent, and the high moon faces the autumn hall. Beauty is far away from the moon, just looking at the scenery. When sitting and holding hands, the lyre is desolate. There are few bosom friends in life, and a gentleman can forget them. Hospitality is like a dream, and Luqi is everywhere. I am fascinated by the distance, and my heart hurts all over the sky. There are two carp, including five articles Cherish the absence of a daughter to answer, and worry about the intestines. This evening, the breeze sighs, and the clothes are stained with dew.

10, I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with heptachord, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string? -Song Yuefei, "The Hill"

The whole poem was sung nonstop last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but there are few bosom friends, and no one listens when the string is broken.

1 1, the color is long, and Zhu Sixian has few bosom friends. -Song Xin Qi Ji's "Liang Zhu Zui Shu Yue Yu Yan Lang"

Nine poems. Fang Fei Lampe is good. There is no one in the empty valley, blame yourself for being smart. The color of the bag is long, and Zhu Sixian has few bosom friends. Ran Ran is both young and old. Where to find grass when the water is full of Tingzhou. The song "Wake up Xiang Lei" has not been finished yet. Stone dragon dance, relax the wind and dawn.

12, success or failure, full of eyes and no confidant. -"Wan Nianhuan" by Wang Song Chi

The whole poem is full of bright moon in the sky, and the ancients have a thousand years of hearts and thoughts. The sea turns into loess, but the heart turns into dust. Success or failure depends entirely on Gan Kun, who has no confidant. Soothing, want to call back the soul, Shen Shen and no one should answer. When I was bored, I scratched my head and dreamed of the altar Lou, as if it were a lifetime ago. * * * holds the Yangtze River as wine, which is relatively inclined. Don't feel the frost and wind knocking on the bamboo, sleep in the sea and worry deeply. I went to the west of Saibei River to find someone on the world of mortals.

13, Qingrun Yu Di has been idle for a long time, and bosom friends are rare. -Song Zhou Bangyan's "A Drop"

The whole poem is full of eyebrows. Don't let the tears wet the flowers and make them as thin as people. Because bosom friends are hard to find, her clear and mellow jade flute has long been heard. Qingrun Yu Di has been idle for a long time, and bosom friends are rare. If you want to know the sun leaning on the bar, ask, willow in front of the pavilion.

14, there are few bosom friends in the world. -Wang Song's only "Xijiang Moon"

The whole poem is full of true yang, from yin to yin. These natural meanings are profound. Be clear-headed and have sex. Beauty is spotless, and naturally it is unintentional. Unfortunately, there are few bosom friends in the world. This will be extraordinary.

5. About Sansheng's poem "Forget Sichuan" Author: Forget the soul of Sichuan, only pity the flowers on the other side; Be there or be square, never miss it.

I forget Sichuan water, but I don't know heartbroken people; Helpless, the bridge is broken. "Nonsense in a Floating World" Author: Zhang Qiuyu's soul flows into the forgotten river, so that your life can last for thousands of years.

Bloom turned to the other side of the sea, and this place was empty for several years. "This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.

Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life. "This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.

Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life. There is no soul on Naihe Bridge, and there is no memory of past life.

Meng po's soup is forgotten in the world of mortals, and I only hope that I will not meet you in the afterlife. "huanghe road" is helpless and forgets whether He Chuanhe is right or wrong.

There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai. Sighing for ten years, how to make up for it? There are all kinds of opportunities on Sanshi.

White hair came, Zhu Yan left, and a crazy song fell beside the wine. (Qinyuanchun, Liu Chenweng) I feel that I have not met ten times in my life, and I have turned nine times into gold.

(Reward Zhang Xianggong to send Guan Xiu) Swing rhinoceros to Sanshengshi. Looking back, the soul is broken, and the sunset is prosperous.

Shao Hengzhen (Magnolia Slow) throws Sansheng Stone in Nanyue, and there are several clouds on the edge of Xishan Mountain. (Jing Zhu sent it with gratitude.

"Huang Forgotten Sichuan" Author: Forgotten Sichuan three ways around Sichuan, only pity the other side of the flower; Be there or be square, never miss it. I forget Sichuan water, but I don't know heartbroken people; Helpless, the bridge is broken.

"Nonsense in a Floating World" Author: Zhang Qiuyu's soul flows into the forgotten river, so that your life can last for thousands of years. Bloom turned to the other side of the sea, and this place was empty for several years.

"This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown. Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life.

There is no soul on Naihe Bridge, and there is no memory of past life. Meng po's soup is forgotten in the world of mortals, and I only hope that I will not meet you in the afterlife.

"huanghe road" is helpless and forgets whether He Chuanhe is right or wrong. There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai.

Sighing for ten years, how to make up for it? There are all kinds of opportunities on Sanshi. White hair came, Zhu Yan left, and a crazy song fell beside the wine.

(Qinyuanchun, Liu Chenweng) I feel that I have not met ten times in my life, and I have turned nine times into gold. (Reward Zhang Xianggong to send Guan Xiu) Swing rhinoceros to Sanshengshi.

Looking back, the soul is broken, and the sunset is prosperous. Shao Hengzhen (Magnolia Slow) throws Sansheng Stone in Nanyue, and there are several clouds on the edge of Xishan Mountain.

(Jing Zhu gave three poems by Miracle to the brother of the monk) The gods on the Sansheng Stone. Since the alliance is a heavy order, the gods are in harmony, and I am true.

(Haruko Zijing Lu, Mei Qiyue, Zhu Xiyan) I feel that the fourth Wang Mian visited Sansheng yesterday, and now he is in Raul Pavilion. Wild smoke contains black trees, and weeds are all over the mountain.

I'm tired of returning to birds, but I can't bear to listen. I've also heard of the dragon horse, chasing leopards.

Dreaming on a stone, the concert is playing around me. (The second rhyme is Zhang Yuzhi's View of Painting Walls in Kaiyuan Temple and Li Jiaodesu's Huang Tingjian.) The dream is on the third generation stone, so I remember if there is any doubt.

(And answer the old man's gift to Huang Tingjian) Zhou Cangya's "Painting Poetry into My Mountain" gave Wen Tianxiang Sansheng Stone for a reason, and his robe inclined to learn from Mi Dian. The fisherman forgot to go down the mountain, and the fairy visited the Lingtou boat.

Black apes and white cranes have no roots, and the moon is thin and the stars are thin. Drunk for me, tired to lie on your back and watch the clouds.

In Chen, people say they are lazy and welcome guests in bed. I will forget this matter, and I will be completely blank.

Play Dengzhou Zen and share Tianning wheat. Bamboo wind likes me, too, bleak until dusk.

A monk's husband, Xuan Shang's play. May the incense shake the smoke and make the world feel old.

The fact that the teacher is not straightforward makes me very uneasy. Ask for a drop of washed sansheng stone.

The old ghost on the Sansheng Stone, enjoying the moon and singing the wind, doesn't talk about shy lovers coming from afar to meet. Although the opposite sex has always existed in this body, later generations are afraid of being heartbroken because of karma. I searched all the mountains and rivers in Wuyue, and finally I found Qutang Jin Yumeng: Yanzi I came out of the rock and turned into a hero's grave, and my family was indestructible. The second rock is broken, the wedding bridge is ferried, and the mandarin ducks fly together.

The third piece of jade burned, vowing to keep Jin Yumeng alive and die together. Part I: Sansheng is set on Sansheng Stone, and Sansheng is set in front of Sansheng Temple.

The bottom line: three generations of love and three generations of love. Horizontal comment: affectionate * * * Sansheng, eternal romantic Sansheng Stone Author: Sunset Sansheng Stone looks up at Sansheng, flowing water crosses every year.

He used to be a fairy, but he just followed the river without trace. Don't come to countless mountains in the spring, there is water in the spring.

The rivers and mountains are hard to comfort me, and the spring moon is boundless and graceful. I looked at the distant mountains for Fang Fei, but I couldn't see them clearly.

After chasing the light and worrying about spring, I was homesick for a moment. The sun is nameless, and the soul is so light and sweaty.

Autumn wind came, the leaves fell, and the autumn wind killed a desert. Don't say that the red leaves are lovesick, and countless lovesick words are hard to carry.

Thinking about the flying snow seems to be waiting, and no one picks it. Cangshan is poor and deep, silent and unintentional.

It is not easy to die after death, especially in the spring breeze. There are three lives on a stone, and what is under it is not returned every year? It's just that today the wind is stone, and we don't know each other.

Sansheng Stone Fu Author: Autumn Shuochuan River flows fast, egrets spread their wings. Reach the beak, sing Ying Ying, kiss the neck and play with each other.

Want to fly and wander, hesitate to play games. Both fly high to see Wushan, which has a long way to go.

The maple leaves of the martial arts are as red as fire, and they cry when they fly. Sunset and dusk inhabit the river, and the stones on the river are fine.

Feathers are as fine as brocade and as white as snow, and they tell each other their hearts. Eyes staring at the family for a long time, Chiang has a spirit of remembering three lives.

However, just as Shu water is always green, Shu mountain is always blue, and Bashan Shu water is full of aura. Ba people are good at making flutes with reeds, and Ba women sing like water.

My sister sings bamboo sticks on the back of the cow and blows bamboo leaves. I have never had a childhood, and I have been herding cattle since I was a child.

I admire the birds on the horizon, and I look for branches among the stones. Bashan is high and sparsely populated, and two hearts are mutually committed.

I made a solemn oath to the sky that I would never leave the earth. At home, my father sympathizes with A Nv, and the rich family is looking for a husband.

I want to marry Bashan's daughter. The mountains are high and the clouds are wide. Thunder shattered Yuanyang's dream. He knelt in front of the door and begged.

In this life, I know that no dust can seal our love, and I am trapped in death. I didn't want to die when I was born, and I will be my brother and sister in the afterlife.

The waves in Qutang are high and the water in Shu is evil, and the soul does not return The autumn rain in Bashan is as fine as a weave, and the wild geese live alone.

A man was crying in Shushan, and the ape cried and stained his clothes. In the coming year, I will add my brother to my family.

6. The poem about singing cicadas is 1, singing Yang Wanli's "Chasing the Cool in Summer Night"