Lu Sheng looked at his clothes in rags and dirty, and sighed with a long sigh that he had failed to achieve his ambition for many years and was in a miserable situation. Lu Weng took the pillow out of his bag and gave it to him. He said, if you pillow my pillow, you can realize your ambition. Lu Sheng turned to sleep on the pillow and dreamt that he was home. He married his wife, became a Jinshi in the imperial examination and became prime minister. Ive been in prison, Ive been dead. After waking up, Lu Sheng found that he was still in the hostel. Lu Weng was sitting beside him. The millet steamed by the owner was not yet ripe, and the things he touched were the same as before. Lu Sheng became anxious and said, is that a dream? Lu Weng said to Lu Sheng, the brilliance of life is nothing but this.
Lu Sheng was melancholy for a long time, and Xie said: I know all about the life of grace and humiliation, the fate of embarrassment and accessibility, the truth of gain and loss, and the reason of death and life. This is your desire to restrain me, sir. How can I not accept instruction? Kowtow again and again before leaving.
When he was young, Jiang Yan became a famous writer. His poems and articles were highly praised at that time.
However, as he gets older, his articles are not only not as good as before, but also regress a lot. His poems are plain and unadorned, and he still cant write a word after holding on to his pen and chanting for a long time. Occasionally, inspiration comes, and the poem is written, but the sentence is dry and the content is too plain.
Some people say that once Jiang Yan took a nap in yeting. He dreamed that a man who called himself Guo Pu came to him and asked him for a pen. He said, brother Wentong, I have a pen with you for a long time. Now I should be able to return it to me.
Jiang Yan listened and took out a five color pen from his arms and returned it to him. It is said that since then, Jiang Yans literary thoughts have dried up and he can no longer write any good articles.
Jiang yanmengbi is a metaphor for the decline of talent and thinking.
It is said that there was a man named Chunyu in the Tang Dynasty. One day, on his birthday, he and his friends drank and enjoyed themselves. They helped him to the porch for a nap. In his dream, two envoys in purple asked him to get on the bus and the carriage drove to a hole under the big locust tree.
There is another world in the cave. There are dozens of miles of cars and pedestrians. A prime minister went out to meet him and told him that he would marry the princess and call him his son-in-law.
Chunyuyu was very frightened. He was married to Princess Jinzhi and was appointed prefect of Nanke county.
Chunyumi took office as the logistics administration and loved the people, and managed Nanke County in an orderly way.
Chunyumo returns home, only to see his body sleeping in the corridor, cant help but startled, wake up, and the dream experience seems to have been a whole life.
Nankes dream is to describe a big dream or to describe an empty joy.
Luo Han, who was erudite and literate in his youth, did not admire honor and profit.
It is said that when he was young, he went to sleep in the daytime and dreamed of a bird flying into the entrance of his mouth. After waking up, he felt as if he had swallowed something in his chest. The uncle said, birds have beautiful literary grace, and you will write articles with literary grace in the future. From then on, Luo Hans literary thinking has been constantly improved.
Tang Dynasty poet Luo Binwang wrote: Gu gradually flies a dream bird, rotten this toilet carving insect. In ancient times, there were no less than two or three hundred poems about Luo Han and the dream of swallowing birds.
Luo Hanmeng bird is a metaphor of gifted thinking superman or gorgeous poetry.
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Ancient poems of drunken dreams
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This feeling can be recalled, but at that time, it was at a loss.