Poems about the dreams of the ancients

The ancients had many dreams, didn't you see them?

1 I don't know if I am a guest in my dream.

2 Xin Qiji's dream of returning to the corner to camp

For Ouyang Yi, this is a year of dreaming of leaving home.

4 Liu Shenxu's sentence

Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.

Xue Ying said, "Flowers stay in Vietnam, and the moon returns the dream to Qin." .

The sound of insects is getting louder and louder as a sentence of lice violently interferes with dreams.

A sentence from 7 paragraphs of Shicheng

Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words.

8 Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Lin Qingsu Sangyi.

Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams.

10 bear call sentence

Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.

1 1 Meng Bin talked about a fairy bird but returned to the air to talk about dreams. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

12 Zhang Ziji's Meng sentence

God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth.

13 Li Pin's sentence took only five sentences and broke his life. (Dream of the North)

14 Li Yuan sentence

Three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).

15 Li Jingrang said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi hairs. (See Dream of the North)

16 Juyuan Yang sentence

Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng. (See Chronicle below).

17 Zhao Lu sentence Meng Juan Yue Yang, recalling the best Mid-Autumn Festival. (See Yuezhou County Records).

18 Three Memories of Han Wo

When I remember sleeping, my spring dream is full of drowsiness. If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow.

19 TanYongzhi's words "Water and things are familiar with the world, and it is tiring to be lovelorn in a dream." . ("Yi Monk")

20 Wu Bin's sentence

Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. ("Word Jiemu")

2 1 Linghu Chu joined the army with harmony songs, which was a surprise, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was brighter. Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam.

22

Su Shi's words dream of returning to his hometown at night. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

23 Linghu Chu Zaqu Sauvignon Blanc Two Xing Jun Dunlong, my dream is in my boudoir. Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty.

24 linghuchu

Miscellaneous songs, two pieces of sauvignon blanc, spring sleep, screen window fans. In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning.

25 *** Zage, the sixth cut

There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul. I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day.

26 *** Zaqu songs have a long life, and the female cloud sends rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads to the north and autumn. Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick.

27 ***

The zaqu "The Second Big Sword Music" (the upper carving song) is full of tears, but jade can be sold easily. Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away.

28 wangjiti hotel wall

The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open. Love love love, come to the restaurant.

29 Zhang Wenshou's tears are endless, and jade sells well. If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul.

30 Song Wenzhi

Answer where Tian traveled to the mountain and return to Ilo later. Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.

In Jingzhou, Song returned to Mengze in Lingnan. In autumn, there are clouds in the sky. It will also be the feather of the heron and re-enter the partridge group.

Zhang said

On the 9th, I entered Cornus Mountain and wrote five poems, with 5,000 on the mountain. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.

Two Poems by Shen Rujun and in my heart forever

It is difficult to send books to geese, and it is also difficult to dream. May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.

Zheng Gu

After the valley was separated, West Shu stayed in Yashe half a century later ... Four rhymes hung with every thought and word, and the rainy night returned to the Zen bed. Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt. Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance.

Xu Bin

Jingshan stays overnight, which is different from when relatives and friends meet mountains and seas, so they stop occasionally. There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy. It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go.

Bin Xu Hannan is pregnant with a friend.

I am in the west and I am in the east, so I can't meet you here. Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap. Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance.

Cui Tuti Songyang Hermit

Forty years of high dreams, life refers to a mountain. No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry. Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth.

Cuitu Wushan Temple

Double wear, such as swish, should hurt the spring of the country. Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people. I wonder where it will be in thousands of years.

Cui Tu Spring Festival Evening Huaijin William

The hometown flowers should be exhausted, and the dream of Jianglou is still unfinished. If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids. I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an.

Cui Tuqiu likes to meet his friends.

Every little makes a mickle, and the moon and stars are frosty. I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream. More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops.

Cui Tu gave a monk rest food.

When I heard that Zhong was alone, I didn't care about anything. Few people go to the hospital quietly, and go to the top of the mountain from the grass. There are no birds under the stage, and there are clouds buried on the stone road. In order to remember the old Zen, I also dreamed of a hundred cliffs.

Cuitu

In the spring, it is another solution to think of the old business in Jiangnan, Doumen. Dreams never leave the spring stone, which Lin Wei called seclusion. Gradually get familiar with the floating world and recall the old mountain spring. The water and wind in the south are warm, so white apples should be born.

Cuilushan Jueding Mountain Residence

Once you leave Duan Lin, 1000 peaks will be seen for the second time. If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold. I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an.

Cui tu's autumn night book.

Look at the autumn night, it's time to go out again. White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him. Strengthen my way, there is no doubt about it.

Han wo left home.

On the long night in early August, Qianshan traveled for the first time. There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame.

Han wo wants to go.

Powder leaves the window, talking about youth. I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious. I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to his home in the east.

Zi Dian has been grateful for a long time and returned to Haimen in the East. Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape. The mountain should be old when it is heavy.

Wu Rong Zao Fa Tongguan

At the beginning of the month, the dream still exists. The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet. Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows.

Butterfly of Wu Rong

Self-pity, south park smoke faint. To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow. Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night.

Tian Jiang Yan Shang Yu

If you don't want to go, this situation is not free. Where the stars shine, the wind and rain bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves. The rustling is not over yet, and I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Daisy Yan Cezanne

The sky is boundless, and the ancient battlefield is sand red. It snows a lot every spring and lives in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows homesick tears, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed. Never a tourist from mountains and rivers, who is a fisherman?

Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan.

MaChuan crystal clear, like into the wulingxi. The mountains on both sides of the strait are opposite, and birds sing in three springs. The wine flag flutters, and the monk's house melts with the clouds. That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dream.

Du Xunhe dedicated it to the master.

Regardless of Zen and Dharma, we must finally enter the enlightenment gate. If you solve the blank, you will get nothing. Eyes open and dreams float, and the heart is the source of the road. Today, more people come to learn from the teacher to teach Chinese apes.

Du Xunhe sends ancient rhymes.

Saved people the year before last, at Pingzhou Hotel. It is difficult to communicate with each other when we are apart. Although Hou has gathered, his hometown is empty. Recall your dreams and chase Hong every night.

Du Xunhe

At the end of winter, it's hard to say if the casting assistant Changsha Pei hadn't exposed the things in the dust. As soon as home and mountains leave, grass and trees become spring. Blowing dreams and windy days, crying and worrying about snow and yue apes. If your mind is full of ideas, then why are you far away from home?

Du Xunhe will visit Xianghu Lake.

The family disagreed and had to die. Guests far away in the south boarded the water boat for the first time. Yue Zhong's dream is cold, and there are few fragments of Hunan and Guangdong. There is a return plan, and the storm is every other year.

Thoughts on Du Xunhe's Autumn Morning

When the leaves fall, the traveler's first dream is surprise. Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings. And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment.

Zheng Zhun sent people to represent the border.

I can't go for a long time. A piece of heart is a solution, and a dream is a bridge. Holy ze is like bait, and the battlefield is over. When the cool breeze is for me, I will make an anvil sound one by one.

Wei Zhuang is worried.

Avoid worry and worry, and worry will be unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples. No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is drunk hometown.

Wei Zhuang takes wine as his friend.

Sick or feeling more, the heart is self-centered. All life is a dream. It's better to sing than to sigh. Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave your boss at will, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.

Wei Zhuang Spring Sorrow

It hurts more to think about this, and it lasts longer in spring. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.

Wang Zhenbai and Nagato complained about two poems.

Lonely palace spring scenery, residual light still exists. I have never been a concubine, and occasionally I am ungrateful. Flowers hurt the temples, and warblers wake the soul. If Cui Hua can stay, she should avoid the old door.

Wang Zhenbai

Thoughtful (Sauvignon Blanc) When hibiscus flowers come out of the water, they will occasionally separate. Since then, I have ignored it, and long education has been thinking about it. Can Chun is not asleep, and Fang Xin wants to spread it. Under the lonely autumn hall, I sang a little poem of thanks.

Bai Juyi

On the moonlit night in early winter, I got Huang Fuzezhou's notes and some poems. Because of the dispatch of the newspaper, I even wrote two or three long sentences with seven or eight lines of tin foil and silver hooks. The heart is chasing books and newspapers, and the dream is looking for a way around the sheep. There are many bright months in the south of the water, and the cold in the north of the mountain is full of first frost. I hate to spill newly cooked wine, because it doesn't taste in winter.

Bai Juyi

Charlotte lived in seclusion and sent it to Shannan Hu Ling. "xianggong" has taken him in the garden and given him his name after Lushi. If you don't exercise your health, you will be lazy and quiet. If you don't have gold, you will be poorer and more idle. Support a door to make a living and refuse to rejuvenate. It's just that Xiang Jun has forgotten. When I think of Hanshui, I dream of Bashan.

Bai Juyi

Emperor Kaicheng wrote four lyrics, written by Feng Yi, which evolved into a clear table on the same track, with a sense of sacredness. Although the emperor and the nine-year-old are auspicious dreams, the call of the mountain is empty. The moon is low, courtesy speaks to Lu Lan, and the wind draws the flute into Baicheng. The old sick dragon beard couldn't climb up, and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was the most serious one.

Bai Juyi

The dream night comes hand in hand with the dream, and the morning of tears does not close. Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.

Bai Juyi

When Yang Shuqin sends new poems, he has a lot of ambition to get along with each other ... The gentleman who reported the news didn't have a trailer years ago. If he doesn't get along, he will be idle and drive the old lady away. A healthy and tall body should be gilded, and a tall one should be called a white beard. If you talk about dust, please rest assured Yun Xin. Advance and retreat are all dreams, and mountains are no different.

Bai Juyi

It's no accident that poetry replaces books, and it's no accident that I admire the idea of sending books. It is a painful dream among fairies. I would like to be a misty couple in the valley of fools, thinking about the fate of an empty door. Every humiliated minister pays attention as soon as possible, and self-pity laity is sick. I don't know if I can wait for my heart. My alma mater was in June, 1967.

Cui xuanliang

And Bai Letian (divided into capitals by the prince's guests) returned to Luoyang after their illness, wiped their eyes and opened their eyebrows to see Bai Hou. Phoenix is afraid that you will leave this year, and Longmen owes me an old trip. Several people sang a song together and paid tribute to several oil lamps. The relative memory of distant Liu Liu, the dream of a cold night in Changzhou.

Mourong

I traveled to Hangzhou in thick places, and Jiangcun, who wrote poems, temporarily fell in autumn. The situation is that Wen Jun travels alone. In Zhejiang, the wind and smoke remind us of ancient times, and the characters in Chu township were given stairs. Books cover the fog, dreams cover the moon and apes worry. It is better to lie in Cangzhou than to miss an old friend for a long time.

Mourong

The west wind blows the cold mink, and it keeps running. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by homesickness. Don't worry about the songs under the lights. When you think of the prosperity of Hangzhou, you should first separate from your troubles, and then respect it.

Mourong

There are two songs about why you leave your arms, why you often dream, and why you are poor and lonely. Poetry is difficult to become a law because of rhyme, and wine is too worried about the body. Old friends in the fundus are shocked by the age, and Huafa in the past is new with the times. Ten years of wandering like a ping trace once boarded a disappointed god.

Mourong

Shao Gongmu scratched his head, listened to a few songs from Chu, brushed his clothes and went back to shed tears. In the third spring, I often want to hate it and raise it like nothing grows. Zhejiang water dreams thousands of miles, Jiangsu Taiwan worries about white clouds. Sorrow is unique to Huang. He sang me several times in the breeze.

Mourong

Guests travel thousands of miles to Yunshan, and the cold window is cold and rainy. Floating pavilions, flowers and bamboos are often dreams, and they are half-worried. Grass is beside people, and wine is empty. It's been a long time. I'm tired of going upstairs. Drink a glass of wine in front of the bottle, don't send acacia to get tired.

Mourong

Two freehand poems, lonely and desolate, have closed the door, with gloomy moss paths and few traces. White madness, broken dust, green carpet falling. High mountains and flowing water, Qinsan Lane, bright moon and breeze, a bottle of wine. You don't have to talk about honor and disgrace in this life.

Mourong

Chen Hengqiu was sent to the river in the evening, and people left the river to promote navigation. Thousands of miles away, one official goes alone, and three pastes and ten annual salaries. Clouds are far away from home, and dreams are long around Tongshan. There is no need to be sad and cold in front of the wind. In ancient times, Bai Shou was still A Lang.

Cai Jing

Yong Zigui's thousand-year feud turned into a bird, and he hated Taiwan and called it Yuanlin forever. Bloody flowers wither in spring, waves float on the moon, cold and light. Tears before the wind condensed into purple plugs, disturbing the heart in a dream of red mansions. Heartbroken words can't be returned, and Jianmen is handed over to Shu.

Li Shen

I remember when I was drunk in the state, there were no other guests, and that cow came out with a real pearl at night. Several people in Yancheng painted the corner three times, and the banquet was golden. Silver candles sit in the corner to listen to midnight, and the Zheng banquet is promoted. Wine is poor with the old, and new words are palace. As soon as Huaihai dispersed from the clouds and rain, everything was in a dream.

Li Shen

There are twenty poems about new buildings in Wanghai Pavilion (the highest place halfway up the Wolong Mountain). The Wuying Rabbit lacks the horizon and the crane has a loose back and a low threshold. The lake mirror sits in the corner to see the frame full, and the waves distinguish the clouds. The sunset glow is bright and the sails are small, and the smoke trees are boundless and charming. Xiao Suo's feelings are all dreams, and the grass will grow in nine days.

Li Shen

Twenty poems of Xinlou Water Temple Yan Boye Temple passed by, and the water town was like a dream. There are rivers and moons in the clouds, and the tides rise and fall on the island and the sea. Sit and watch the fish and birds drift away, and quietly watch the balcony go up and down. I heard that Huacheng is convenient, so it should be enough to go to the Dragon Palace from here.

Li Shen

In the lonely dust of incense lamps in Jianxuan cinema, the troubled body will be empty. When the dragon bowl falls down, it can't rain, and the tiger bed still has a hate platform. There is no bubble floating in the middle pool, and the undulating rock edge is dreamy. At midnight, pine nuts fall in the moonlight, just like listening to the law for the public.

Baorong

The twelve peaks in Wushan are faint, and the stone fireworks and fog are Rong Hui. Young Chu girls are jealous of the old clouds, dreaming of fairies in the daytime. Silver arrow night candle, pearl spring dance clothes. Who hurt Song Yu thousands of years later, leaving a green hill to distinguish right from wrong.

Baorong

On the 9 th, I climbed mountains and trees with my friends. Autumn filled Sichuan. I stood in front of a statue, in the wind of dogwood. Celebrating festivals for guests several times, I have seen who is a teenager. Frost reported that the clothes were cold and the needles pointed, and the geese were frightened to dream and shed tears. In ancient times, it was rare to get drunk and leave the poor to pay the bill.

Baorong

Send seventeen school books. Li Renxing entered the Jinshi in August last year, and four or five people were idle in the pool. After a long trip to the moon, I felt sad and dreamy. I mistakenly entered Huaguang and recognized spring with a smile. First, go to the pavilion with the breeze, and then the autumn rain will pass through the golden dragon. What is the reason for this day this year? The depression in Shantou is not good for patients.

King of Chu

Send Ye Xiucai to ride a jade dragon carving, and he Liang Zhao Yi. The layer of ice rises close to the spring dragon, and Jiuze Cloud flies alone. I miss the dream of Beishan, and it is rare to revisit Xiluo. Hanting dogs are good friends, and they forced the crossbow back a few days ago.

King of Chu

Wang Xiucai was sent to Chiyang, governor of the State of Wu in Chizhou, to carve a saddle and make a hundred herbs in Shili Pavilion. The clothes cover the obstacles and the wind is fine, and the sword is light and snowy. In the sunny suburbs, the soul of my hometown is broken, and the trees are crying and dreaming. Xinglang, the host of the South Pavilion, waved his whip and asked for directions.

King of Chu

Since the autumn of the book, the faucet flies obliquely to avoid Hongyi, and the clouds are light in the sky. The night of the Han Palace is full of two stems, and it is cool and cool. Hunan women can't help complaining, and Hubei Hunan is hard to be poor by dreams. Two oars on the river bank bend continuously, scaring off the lotus leaves of swimming fish.

Yin fanyao

On a cold night, when the clouds in Leng Jiang are empty, the shadows of bamboo and plum trees are uneven. A chicken wakes up early in the morning, and it is late in the cold city. Personnel disputes lurk, and the heavenly heart is silent. Whoever cleans up the poor and the disabled has happiness in his eyes.

Yin fanyao

Boarding the Phoenix Terrace, two songs to watch the Phoenix Terrace Chang 'an, and five-color palace robes to take photos of Shui Han. The colored pen keeps calligraphy for ten years, and the Milky Way lies dry all night. Three mountains and birds are dusk, and six generations of vegetation are residual. At first, I believed that life was like a dream, so I didn't want to dry my cup.

Yin fanyao

Pay Liu to turn you into a stranger in winter. It's winter now, looking back at my hometown and looking far away. Gradually, I am glad that the sun will recover from the ground, but I will pity those people and drive the ice away. Plum dew knows how to welcome wax, and willow blows the palace robe to remember to wait for the DPRK. Many old friends accepted the banquet and listened to the flute and Shao in the five clouds.

Yin fanyao

Sending Liu Yuxi to wait on Imperial Thorn from Lianzhou to Wuyangcheng will make the guests feel better. Home is similar to forgetting the dangers of mountain roads, and the soil is very light. Plum blossoms enter the Luofu dream, and Guang Hai plum blossoms. This is to understand and pay for privacy, Shi Tian Spring Rain Research and Cultivation.

Yin fanyao

Imperial secretary enters Taoist temple, takes off the splendid clothes of palace makeup, and Huang Guan's plain clothes are just right. Tin is near the king's order, and Pei Zuo is the new division. Jade is ruthless during the day, and dreams of walking in the Yaochi at night. The girl in green is full of sadness and parting, and she releases all jealousy and triviality. Willow evergreen Yueyang Tower, where Qingxi passes by, is full of clouds and mountains. In front of the building, tourists complain about Qiu Meng, and the beautiful scenery on the lake is suspicious of nocturnal songs. Sitting alone, the wind is high and the wind is urgent, and Pinghu is foggy. Finally, a ship was carrying firewood, and the sail was worried about Bai Bo.

meng haoran

In addition to the night, there are more than five minutes to urge each other and push them back. The residual lamp in the tent went out and the aroma in the stove turned to ashes. Gradually, I saw the lotus pillow forced by spring and suddenly felt that the bamboo cup was cold. Every family should not lie down, and only when they miss each other can they have dreams.

Lipper

Give General Guo Jiangjun a little boy to leave Wuwei and enter Yintai to protect Wei Zi. Pingming blew his sword into the sky. At dusk, he hung up his whip and came back drunk. The jade emperor breezes and the beauty dances the bright moon. The past is like a dream, and you are drunk when you meet.

Cen Can

In late spring, Dongting sent Li Sima back to help the wind, Claudia's flowers returned to the shade, and green wine sent you back. I'm worried about the moon in Hanguguan, and I'm going back to Panxi's Li Meng. Cherish the spring scenery in front of the curtain, and it is not bad to be idle on earth. Looking at the west, I'm going to have diarrhea. There are tears on the sleeves of your shirt.

Li Jiayou

Qiu Si, a Jianghu man, followed the forbidden geese and moved to Jiangtan Crane. Surabaya River is far away from eight streams, and the clear maple suddenly seems like a thousand-year branch. Song Nanchun is full of sad dreams, and the lake mouth clouds are deep across the road. * * * Looking at the Han Dynasty, the fly will be a prophet sooner or later.

Baohe

According to Yan Bojun's view of staying in the Taoist temple, it is said that southern beauties can't go back, and talented people in Luoyang need media more. The snow in Chyi Chin came by accident, and the breeze in Lop Nur was about to break dawn. Ran Ran is built by households, and the balcony reflects all the way. Let me fly to the moon and become immortal, let me dream.

Baohe

It's only a matter of time before the spring in the eastern suburbs outside Cheng Yuan. Lang Guan, don't pity the dying days, and be wild and old. A few flowers surprised butterflies, and several silkworms slept with leaves. The vine hangs around the beads, and the spring steps are soaked with green money. Until the retreat, Yinger was still singing, and the willow contained smoke.

Gaoshi

Parting last night, centrifugal depression, the night is white and the west wind is high. Fireflies fly and trees fall, and now they dream of returning to the west. The sound of the morning bell lights up three or four times, and the horses in the East neigh. As soon as I took my clothes out, I saw the clouds coming back.

Du Fu

Five poems of "Decline": I know Song Yuzhi's sadness, romantic and elegant, and he is also my teacher. Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? . The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.

Du Fu

Daydream in February, I am sleepy, and I don't sleep alone at night. Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected. At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger. Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.

Qian Qi

A long letter complained that a firefly came to Ye Qiu, and a moth's eyebrows were covered with tears. Look at the bright moon before the magpie, and the lotus falls into the crimson river. It's hard to dream after a long separation, but it's more worrying to listen far away. Who sings and dances at night in Zhaoyang, Wang Yuxi has stayed for a long time.

Qian Qi

Send a bell to comment on things. Now, when I was in Fang, I returned to the East. I turned to Peng and looked back at Baling East with deep affection. The moth's eyebrows don't enter the Qin stage mirror, and the snipe feathers are also surprised. Things are melodious in the spring dream, and the years are lonely and sad. I advise you to save some of the banquet, a gift of a thousand miles is hard to come by.

Qian Qi

After Zhang became the prime minister of the imperial palace, he mentioned the topic of Phoenix people, and the article was worried about every blind date. Joining the army will tell that Stefanie is poor. Purple tea in the cup is wine, and green water in the piano is quiet for guests. If you want to know the meaning of missing each other, I only hope that Joan Zhi often falls asleep.

Qian Qi

Send Yongjiajing 12 Yongjia into the Spring Festival, and the poems of gifted scholars will be pitiful. In my dream, when I get home and don't meet each other, I will remember who sent it. Flowers shed tears, while warblers brush their hairsprings and break their strings. May the return air blow the sea geese and fly books to your side for one night.

Qian Qi

Qipanling blocked Kou from hearing the news that Li Duangong arrived in the south of Chu at sunset, and his eyes filled with tears. He looked at the birds in the southern sky. Ruan's intestines are dark and lonely, and the river flows far away. Don't hate it. Since the bright moon can recall dreams, why should the green hills be separated? Qin Chu became a national subjugation, and Acacia sent a white-headed song.

Qian Qi

Crying goodbye to flowers, gone forever with the wind. Last night, an old friend stayed in the spring, and now he hangs in the mirror. The sound emblem is silent and empty, turning into a dream, making Fan Chaochao unable to see anything. There are a few lives left in the evening, so there should be no sadness.

Yuan Jie

Tang Jingling has no roots, no wells and no springs, and the world has been like a dream for thousands of years. Country Garden has not returned to Crane, and its surname is Xianxian. The wind is beautiful and the altar is quiet, and the land is idle and the grass is long. How to climb the Soviet trail during the day and hold the sky?

Ji Zhang

Nearly a year after becoming attached to Huan's top management, Baqiu was drunk. Poetry falls with the grass, and wine intestines are driven by holes. Floating life is like gathering clouds, and the past is like a dream. Today, under the sail city, the autumn wind looks back and tears dry.

Yi Han

It will be a dream for Xiangyang to see the guests off and Xunyang to drive a horse south. It's early in spring before Tieshan, and at the peak of incense burner at dusk. Kong Lin is going to visit Pang Jushi, and the ancient temple should be Master Huaiyuan. The origin of the two places is worthy of interest, and the three sages are fortunate to leave poems for future generations.

Yi Han

The gift for Wang, Sui Qingyun, should be delivered late, and your wedding is also a pleasure. Drink more pity and dance with double sleeves, and try to spoil Wuhua. In the tent, the spring fragrance is burning, and in front of the hall, the candle shadow shines early. What's more, it's a new rain break at the stadium, and Wang Sun will definitely invite him today.

Lang shiyuan

Li Ao, the secretary of Hunan Province, was sent to pity and Ruan, remembering that he was a treasure in Asia. When you enter Chu, don't forget to watch the bamboo with tears in your eyes. You should love Jiang Feng when you berth a boat. I really know that tourists are like a dream, but I am willing to hate apes singing in the rain at night. If you don't believe in the book of Hengxiang, you can't get it. Autumn geese cross Badong every year.

Yanwu

When Toure of Baling saw himself lying on the moon in Bashan, the two townships missed each other for thousands of miles. But the infantry prefers wine and knows that Guanglu is the best poet. Jiangtouchi is worried about the guests. Who is the chrysanthemum outside the fence? If you don't look at the horse, you will be sad.

Gengkun

Qiyang Guest House is a ravine that Zhang Mingfu's wife and children should avoid, and it is a long way to the east. The leaves are cold, my heart is calm, and the rain is rustling in my dreams. Xing Shuang gradually saw its invasion of China, and it grew up in the illusion of the holy dynasty. The confidant is only here, and there is nothing in the mountains.

Gengkun

Feng and Li watched birds in the high-rise building on the Bailou City of Denghe River, and climbed the ladder from Gongyi. The Yellow River bends all the way out of the sky, and the day wheel sets lightly on the Haixi. Yushu has a long dream and the sea of clouds is charming. Why spring is more harmonious? The situation is like autumn wind and war.

Gengkun

It is even sadder to send a love letter to Mr. Zhang Han's second home, the official military city. Recently, he has been dreaming about Dan. The silver cup immediately put out the fire in the heart, and the gold tweezers only put silk on the temple. Around the courtyard, the moss smells geese, and the yellow leaves are in season. An old friend walks high in the clouds and is willing to read the future.

Rongyu

A gift for Cen Langzhong, because he recited several of his poems when he was a child. The smoke and dust in the four seas are still wide, and the dream of ten years follows. Although I see the disease in a cloud, I hate following the trend. There are no people who study poetry in the world, so they don't look for poetry.

Rongyu

I became an official in Chenzhou on the solstice of winter, got pregnant last year, and grew up in Chang 'an, where the staff were crowned. This year, Chang 'an met the solstice, and the next step is to consider ice and snow. Dreams follow Wu to heaven, and poverty and hunger are difficult to serve the country. Looking north to the southern suburbs, there was no news, and there was only tears in Jiangtou.

Douchang

I was sent to Chenzhou prefecture to let your doctor be a doctor. Today, the civilization of the Han Dynasty is developed, and the Jia family temporarily specializes in the city. Why not give a secret order to help bamboo first? Nothing more than deleting books and misnaming them. When my humble abode is happy, the spring dream has gone, and the falcon swims in the Qingjiang River. The New Year can only be thirty-two, but it is a waste of time to laugh at Pan.

Douchang

Beginning of spring later said that he would ask Li Kuang, the governor of Bianzhou, to push the night break and spit pot songs to see how far Yimennai is. Every time I listen to a cold dream, I can see that there are many worries about traveling. At first, I was surprised by the night. I felt the spring breeze blowing gently. Old friends in the sea are the oldest, and flowers bloom and horses fall.

Dai Shulun

It is forbidden to leak palace words in the palace, and there is no love at night. The spring breeze in the mirror is worrying, and the moon in the car is dreaming. The dust is dark and the jade steps are broken, and the golden house is fragrant. Zhen Xin is very jealous, so why ask Ma Qing when buying a gift?