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. Du Fu's road to Tang Meng was blocked and the country was lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties. The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it. I dreamed of two poems by Li Bai and Tang Du Fu. where will you go whimpered and where will you go repeated them.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? . I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons. Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me. The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink. When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss. On August 30, 2002, Bao Li dreamed of Tang Bai Juyi's "Dust Flower" and suddenly realized her sincerity and happiness. It is unknown whether the World Wide Web will come back again.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan. Bai Juyi's dream in the Tang Dynasty came all the way in your journey, and he will keep me locked up for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard. In the forbidden, I am a straight man, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple. Tang Baiju is easy to kill the time in Xixuan, and the pine and bamboo are deep and silent.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains. Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring. Bai Juyi, dreaming back to the old Tang Dynasty, didn't come to the boss to practice hard and was reduced to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night? Dream Pei Xianggong Tang Baiju was born and died for five years, and his dream came true overnight. Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.
Like gold and purple, clear ice and jade. Diligent housekeeping, care for each other like life.
Knowing that it is a dream, compassion is endless. Think back to what happened at that time. What happened last night? Self-study the mind, and everything becomes empty.
Be a gentleman today, your nose touches your chest. Dream of going up the mountain Bai Juyi dreamed of going up Songshan at night, and went out alone with a quinoa.
Thousands of rocks and valleys are visited in one week. If you didn't get sick in your dreams, you would be healthy as a teenager.
I have realized that God has returned to the beginning, but I am still the same shape. I began to know that there was nothing wrong with form and spirit.
Both form and spirit are illusory, and dreams are not true. Although it is awkward during the day, it is quite comfortable to go at night.
Since day and night are divided equally, what are the gains and losses? Bai Juyi, a dreamy Tang Dynasty, got a melancholy breeze in the morning and the water in Chuanchuan was cut off. I don't know why I dreamed of you three times last night.
Dream fairy Tang Baiju is easy to have a dream fairy, and the dream body is clear. Riding a white crane with two red flags in front.
Feather clothes are fluttering, and jade bears are ringing. Looking down from the air, the world is dusty.
Gradually lose the country and divide the mountains and rivers. The East China Sea is all white and green at five o'clock in the fierce month.
In an instant, a group of immortals came and led them to Yujing. Envy your family to be safe and serve like a public official.
Pay tribute to the Jade Emperor and be sincere before kowtowing. The emperor said that you are a talented person. Don't underestimate your efforts.
But in fifteen years, you won't die. I am both happy and surprised to say goodbye to my words.
I dare not reveal the secret. I swear to live in a rock. Love your own flesh and blood, you can't eat or drink well.
Eat mica powder in the morning and essence at night. I've been looking forward to meeting you every day for 30 years.
It's been a long time in the early stage, and the crane has no sound. Teeth are getting whiter, eyes and ears are getting smarter.
Once the same materialization, the body and feces and soil merge. Immortals believe that vulgar electricity is not feasible.
If you don't have a golden bone, don't list Dan Tai's name. I preach the method of breaking the valley, but I suffer from burning the Dan Sutra.
If you only ask for hard work, you can't do it at the end of the year. Sadly, a dream fairy, a dream missed a lifetime! Dream, I visited Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty for thirty-two yuan, and dreamed of returning to Chang 'an at night to meet my old friends and relatives.
It is on my left, and it is on my right. Clouds are a day in February, and spring breeze appears hand in hand.
After Jing 'anli, I dismounted to find Yuanjiu. Yuan Jiu sat alone and smiled at me.
Also refers to the West Courtyard Flower, which is the wine of Kaibei Pavilion. If there is a reason, it seems difficult to cherish happiness for a long time.
In a blink of an eye, God was in debt. If you feel suspicious, you have nothing to look for.
The shadow of the residual lamp flashed on the wall, and the oblique moonlight came in. Looking at the northwest of dawn, do you know Wan? You'll never see it when you're old. Scratch your head.
Dreamless Tang Bai Juyi is old and dim, and spring clothes are cold after the rain. Forget the old poems and taste the new wine.
Stupidity is determined by stability, and carelessness should take advantage of the difficulties of companionship. Gradually selling fame and fortune, no dream of Chang' an.
Two suspicious dreams, Tang Bai Juyi, don't be surprised to practice, worry and rejoice, don't expect to suffer. Kong Qiu, the Yellow Emperor, had nowhere to ask because he knew that he was not dreaming.
It is difficult to tell the deer from the truth, but the butterfly is in love with flowers. If it is not a dream now, how long can it last?
Halfway through the book, I dream straight at night. Your Excellency Bai Juyi, Tang of Zhongzhou, dreamed in front of the lamp and traveled to Banan City. Look for flowers at the ferry and temples at the back hill.
The river is clearly green, and the ape sound is still sad. The bell forbids sleeping, but you can't go to the east building.
Dream of climbing Mount Tianmu Tang Li Bai A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
Last night, my old friend was still across the Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and don't dream of farewell from generation to generation, and become more sad after sadness. 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?
Dream Taibai Xifeng Tang Changjian dreamed of climbing nine cliffs, met Yuan Jun, and sent me to Taibai Peak, with few words and foul breath.
Jieyu is in Xinghan, and the banquet forest is closed. The eaves are green and the towels are covered by clouds.
I went to the stream, and the lonely pavilion was still in the daytime. The pine peak attracts the sky shadow, and the stone wrasse is green.
Looking at the boat moving slowly, I am eager to vote for the bird. The spring breeze shook again, and the flowers in Sandalwood fell in succession.
Minchuan dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty thousands of miles away, and the dream soul returned to the West overnight.
2. What are the poems about "dreams"? 1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowed by the emperor. (Li shangyin. "Jinse") 2. When I dream, I feel like a cloud. (Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao) 3. When I was dreaming at night, I suddenly came home, Xiao Xuan window, and I was dressing up. (Su Shi. Tears of "Jiangchengzi" fell from my eyes. (Li Yu. A midnight song. I hate it more or less. I dreamed about it last night. Just like going to the garden in the past. (Li Yu. Looking at Jiangnan) 7. Fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. (Meng Haoran. Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. So I looked for it in a pillow, but the dream was not light, it was burning. ()
3. The poem about dreams has no phase, dreams have no trace, and you hesitate to shake your head.
Leaving home is a dream year. Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Flowers stay in Vietnam, and dreams are returned to Qin in the month. The outbreak of lice interferes with dreams, and the sound of insects is getting louder and louder.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words. The earth is cool and the crane dreams clearly, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Matsushima crane wrote back, and Orange Island was full of dreams. Tired of listening to birds wake up from their dreams, they sweep the fallen flowers in late spring.
God knows I remember him, so I can see him in my dreams on earth. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng.
You dream of the sun and the moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I remember to sleep, my spring dream is full of drowsiness.
If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. Between acquaintances in flowing water, dreams of falling flowers are tiring.
Before leaving the trail, Dream Soul went to Zhegu Village first. Hu Fengzhen is thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.
Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Your trip to Longshang, my dream is in my boudoir.
Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. I sleep in the spring, and I am fascinated by screens.
In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. 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. Clouds send rain to Kansai, and winds spread from north to autumn.
Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. Tears are hard to shed, but jade sells well.
Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.
Love love love, come to the restaurant. Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain.
When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation 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. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.
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, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?
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 Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.
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. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old 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. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.
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 Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon 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 stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.
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 reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.
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, I still have a clear conscience. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan 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 get rid of window talk and restore his 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 Zidian for a long time in the east and 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 sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.
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. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.
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.
Zheng Zhun sent the border people to stay here for a long time, but they fainted 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's sadness and avoidance of sadness are 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 is still very emotional about the disease of drinking and making friends, and he 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's Mourning of Spring is full of sadness, but he hates spring even longer. 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 Nagato complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lights still exist. 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.
Bai Juyi wrote some handwritten poems in Huangfuzezhou on the moonlit night in early winter. 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 dreamed of traveling hand in hand at night, but she didn't cry in the morning. 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, Yang Shuqin sent a new poem, which is full of idle thoughts ... When he reported it, he was idle and drove 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.
It is no accident that Bai Juyi replaced books with poems, and praised Chao Shangshu's idea of sending books. His dream lies in Lin Quan. 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.
A glorious tour of Hangzhou thick place, send poetry Jiang village fall temporarily in autumn. The situation at that time was that Wen Jun was traveling 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.
Mou Rong saw off guests in Hangzhou, and the west wind blew through mink, and the wind was cold and rushing. Sails take the sunset over Pu, and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou.
4. Poems about dreams 1. Life is like a dream, and statues are still on the moon.
-Interpretation of Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: Life is like a dream. Let's raise a glass to the eternal moon. Second, last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
-Tang Zhang Xuruo's translation of "Moonlit Night on the Spring River": Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool. Unfortunately, in mid-spring, Zhidao couldn't go home by himself. Third, you can see the sword and dream back to the corner when you are drunk.
-Song Xin Qi Ji translated "Breaking the Array, Giving Zhuang Language to Chen Tongfu": In a drunken dream, I lit an oil lamp to see the sword. In my dream, I went back to the camp and blew the horn one by one. Fourth, there is more wind and snow, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown.
A: Qing Nalanxingde translated "Out of the Mountain": It was windy and snowing outside, which awakened the sleeping soldiers and reminded them of their hometown. There is no such voice in my hometown. Five, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
-Song Luyou's "The Storm of November 4" Translation: It was a night that was coming to an end. I was lying in bed and heard the wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode a horse in armor across the frozen river.
5. Write a dream poem, which makes the waves outside the curtain rush and the rain murmur.
Author: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Menglideng Tianmu Mountain/Badong Luduke
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible;
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
6. Poems about Dreams Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream".
A tourist who sails will say Japan, where the water and fog are hidden outside the method, but the Vietnamese say that the mother mountain in the sky, the clouds disappear or are visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The roof is 18000 feet, and at this point, it begins to turn southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, and they cross Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie Gong is outside today, and the monkey is singing clearly on the blue waves. I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, landslides in hills, caves, stone gates and sinkholes. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
7. Complete Poems about Dreams 1, the distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved spirit has visited his dream-Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream?
2, this lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's special envoy, woke up from her dream in Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" by Jiuhua and Huagai Tang.
I heard that the king's angel came and woke up from a dream, which is so true.
3. Life is like a dream, and a statue returns to the moon-stone "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia".
Life is like a dream. A toast to the eternal moon.
4. Last night, I dreamed of falling into a pool of flowers, but I didn't return home in poor spring-Tang Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool last night. Unfortunately, I still can't go home in mid-spring.
5. Looking at the sword when drunk, dreaming back to blow the horn camp-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Zhuang Language to Chen Tongfu"
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one.
Extended data
Dreams also mean dreams. The ancients believed that there must be a reason for dreaming. Wang Fu once said, "If people dream strangely, they will gain more and be invincible." He thinks there must be a reason for dreaming. There are psychological and physiological reasons for dreaming, but even in these two aspects, human beings still can't explain the formation mechanism of dreams.
The events and scenes formed in dreams come from people's existing cognition and memory, including vision, hearing, touch and feeling. All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory.
China was the first country to study dreams. As early as two thousand years before Freud, we had a monograph on dreams-Duke Zhou. However, the interpretation of dreams in Duke Zhou is not from a scientific point of view.
Based on the social and scientific conditions at that time, this book has considerable historical limitations in dream interpretation. Among them, dreams are endowed with the ability to analyze people's future destiny, but based on the gradual scientific understanding of dreams, people find that dreams can not predict people's future destiny. This view originated from Freud's book The Interpretation of Dreams.
When people dream, their physiological manifestations are rapid eye movement and talking in their sleep. It is generally believed that dreams occur in the shallow sleep state of human sleep.
Dreams, whether real or illusory, belong to psychology or imagination, and people can't explain them so far.
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