In spring, the weather is warm and the flowers and trees are thriving, which is not only suitable for enjoying spring play, but also helps sleep. Originally, the spring light made people intoxicated, and sleeping in the spring, it was not lukewarm or hot, and the air was also full of indescribable aroma, which was really a kind of enjoyment. Turning over the ancient poems, the spring sleep of the ancients is even more enviable, and it turns out that sleeping can also be so poetic.
The peach red compound contains the rain, and the willow green has more smoke.
The flowers have not been swept away, and the warblers are still sleeping.
--Tang Wang Wei, "Seven Songs of Pastoral Music"
Pink peach blossoms also carry overnight raindrops, and turquoise willow trees are shrouded in faint light smoke. The petals fell to the ground, the child servants had not yet had time to clean, the yellow warblers sang in bursts, and the guests of Spring Mountain were still sleeping. After the rain, the air is fresh, the scenery is beautiful, the mountain guests are carefree, you can sleep until you wake up naturally, and then get up to enjoy the scenery after the spring rains, which is really pleasing to the eye. If you want to come to your dreams, you will also have the smell of peach blossoms and rain.
Sleep is also a big thing in life, sleep well, naturally good health, good mood.
The white head xiao was scattered with frost and wind, and the small pavilion vine bed was sick.
Mr. Report Mr. Spring Sleep is beautiful, and the Taoist people lightly hit the five more bells.
--Song Sushi, "Vertical Pen"
The years are not spared, I don't feel that I am already white-haired, covered with wind and frost, sleeping on the rattan bed of the small pavilion, with a sick face, but also very peaceful. Naughty little boy reported that Mr. Spring Sleep is beautiful, Taoist, gently beat the five more bells, do not disturb Mr. Good Dreams! Being able to rest well is very helpful for recuperation, spring is beautiful, spring sleep is also beautiful, and it is not a good time.
Spring is full of life, birds are singing, and what wakes us up may be the sound of wind and rain, or the sound of birds.
Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are smelled everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, how much flowers fall.
--Don Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn"
I slept until dawn, and the birds chirped everywhere outside the window. But the poet was suddenly sad, he remembered the wind and rain of last night, after the wind and rain, how many flowers should have drifted away! Spring is so beautiful, but the spring light is also short and fragile, the poet is really afraid that overnight, the flowers will become a memory! In the worry, it is full of love for spring.
Spring light is too beautiful, even if there is not much movement, it will gently evoke people, in this beautiful season, people are also very sensitive.
The rain is fragrant and the wind is moving.
The ghost bird sounded four or five times, saying that it was a dream of breaking spring sleep.
- Ming Shu An Lin Gong, "Kasuga 2 Songs".
After the rain, the air is floating with the fragrance of herbs, and the east wind blows the misty gossamer. A few birds hiding in a quiet place, as if chatting about home, unconsciously, the people in the house woke up, smelled the good smell, listened to the birds chirping, the day full of hope began again, full of joy, full of spirit!
In the spring, sweet sleep, when you wake up in the morning, you are often reluctant to get up, and the spring outside is beautiful, but it is knocking on the door.
The pillow was warmed up and stable, and the door tent of the sunshine room was not opened.
There is also the smell of juvenile spring, which comes to dreams from time to time.
- Tang Baijuyi, "Spring Sleep"
The pillows are low, the quilt is warm, the poet sleeps peacefully, the sun is shining on the door, but the bed tent has not yet been hung. Lying on the bed is a common disease of people, and the poet feels the strong spring outside, smells the breath of spring, as if he has returned to the time of youth, youth is as beautiful as spring, reliving it in the dream, making people fall in love, how can they get up? The green onions in the dream are young, and the spring light outside the door makes people confused. Time is really like a dream, only spring, every year a new look.
If the dream of spring has color, what color will it be?
listen. Spring sleep on the grass is also green.
Knowing each other, Hugh said with the yellow warbler.
——Modern Huang Qi, "Sixteen Character Orders qing"
Listen, spring sleep on the grass, even if it is a dream, will be permeated with green color. This time, there is no need to say to the yellow warbler birds! Would the yellow warbler not know? It's not a secret. If the dream on the grass is blue, then the dream under the peach blossom is also pink, right? And the dream of the pear blossom must be white and not stained with dust!
Turquoise, the coolest, but full of vitality, sleep here, natural dreams will also be contaminated with a few points.
The green walls wrap around the mossy courtyard, and the atrium is adorned with plantain rolls.
Butterflies fly up the stairs, and the curtain hangs freely.
Jade hook bilingual swallow, Bao Yong Yang flower turn.
A few dustpans, green windows spring sleep light.
--Song Chen Ke, "Bodhisattva Man, Green Wu Wall Around moss courtyard"
A grassy wall surrounds a moss-stained courtyard with a faint sunlight and plantain leaves rolling up. Butterflies dance on the steps, and curtains flutter freely. A pair of swallows whispered on the curtain hook, and Yang Flowers fluttered around the well. The sound of the girls in the distance rubbing money came into the ears of the bridesmaids under the green window from time to time, and her sleepy eyes were hazy, only a little bit away from sleep. The green window, in her eyes, will become more and more blurred, becoming a green shadow. Writing this, I feel that my eyelids have also begun to fight.
Spring is warm, nap is also good, not as hot as summer, not as cold as winter, the most comfortable.
Gradually feel that the copper pot is late in carving, and the roller blinds are sunny on the day.
The afternoon window sleeps beautifully and no one calls, and the dream goessamer flies freely.
--Song Chao Gong-tracing ,Nap
The sound of water droplets in the copper pot became more and more slow, and the curtains were rolled up, only to see that in the sunny weather, the flowers were particularly bright and fragrant. Resting comfortably under the window in the afternoon, no one bothered, just in the dream, I also dreamed that I was chasing the gossamer and flying freely! Where is the chase for gossamer, it is clear that it is chasing spring! The spring afternoon is really leisurely!
Spring nap, beautiful, sleep well, do not forget to watch the spring light, and get drunk again.
Idle and enjoy napping, sleeping early in the morning.
The bamboo is green into the eaves, and the flowers are red out of the grass.
Moss money is also full of bricks, and it is not easy to sweep it.
Eunuchs are self-alienated, and here you can forget the old.
--Song Luyou, "Sleep Up"
The poet has nothing to do, he likes to take a nap the most, and when he wakes up, the time is still early, so it is better to walk around and see. The lush bamboo forest is green and pleasant, covering the eaves, and delicate flowers bloom in the green bushes. The stone steps were covered with moss, and because of love, they were reluctant to sweep away. The poet sighed, anyway, I don't have any ideas about being an official, so I might as well be here and retire at leisure! No, in a place like this, you don't feel old and weak.
Different people wake up and do different things.
In the spring, the half-idle window took a nap, and the dream was still lingering.
Get up and grind the ink and the flowers, hook the east wind on the pen end.
--Song Xiang Anshi, "Sleep Up"
In spring, I enter a beautiful nap under the window, and the fragrance of flowers and pen and ink is also in my dreams. After waking up, quickly grind the ink, the Yantai is full of falling petals, lifting the pen to write, I really feel that the east wind is on the tip of the pen! The fragrance of flowers and ink, this is the poet's favorite spring time.
For Fan Chengda, who loves pastoral life, spring sleep is also closely related to the rural scenery, which is very grounded.
Willow flower deep alley noon chicken sound, mulberry leaf tip new green has not yet formed.
Sit and sleep without doing anything, and watch the silkworms in the window on a sunny day.
——Song Fan Chengda, "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous One"
The deep alleys are filled with willow flowers, the sound of chickens chirping in the afternoon, and the mulberry leaves are fine and tender, and they have not yet grown into thick shades. After taking a nap, there is nothing to do, just watch the new silkworms under the window full of sunlight, pass the time!
For the wanderer, I really want to take advantage of the good spring light to return to my hometown, if not, just go back in my dreams.
The willows are cloudy and drizzly, and the remnants of the flowers are all over to see the warblers.
The spring wind blows the dream of the country one night, and then the spring wind goes to Los Angeles.
- Tang Wu Yuanheng, "Chunxing"
The poplar willow trees have become shady, drizzle, and finally clear, the residual flowers have fallen, and there are countless yellow warblers. One night of spring wind blew my dream of returning to my hometown, in which I chased the spring wind and returned to the long-lost Luoyang City. Before the spring passed, it was really happy to finally embrace the spring light of my hometown. However, when you wake up, you are still sighing, dreaming, and always easy to wake up.
Spring is too hurried, the streamer is easy to throw people, whether awake, or sleeping, we have all been in the arms of spring, this is the greatest happiness. Putting aside distractions, eating well, and sleeping well is a good start, and there is no wasted time. Sleep beautifully in the spring, when you wake up, you only feel that time is leisurely, and you can't help but chant the ancient poems that you were familiar with since childhood, "The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall." Now, as if I understand the mood of the poet, those lost time, are not the pieces of falling flowers? They float everywhere, some are thrown into the water, some stay in dreams, some are gone...
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.