The night is long, the stars are silent,
What did the ancients do when they had insomnia?
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Li Bai: Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown.
The bright moon is like frost, illuminating the sky and the earth, and it is this wordless moonlight that arouses Li Bai's deepest thoughts.
The long night is sleepless, and in the lonely night, the past and hometown all come to mind.
Lu You: Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain,
Iron Horse Glacier fell asleep.
When Lu Yousheng was in the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, he was worried about the country and the people, and he was an official for half his life, running around, not seeking personal gain, and devoting himself to the country. ”
On this day, the wind and rain were blowing, the storm outside the house swept in, and the sound of wind and rain was intertwined in the silent night, and the sound was endless, and he could not sleep for a long time, and his thoughts were thousands.
Su Shi: Undressed and sleepy, the moonlight entered the house, and set off happily. Those who have nothing to do with pleasure go to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin also did not sleep, walking with each other in the atrium.
On this sleepless night, Su Shi got up to find friends to walk in the night together, which is a romantic thing.
The bright moonlight is not stingy at all, shining in the courtyard, as clear as clear water, reflecting the bamboo and cypress trees on the side, it looks very lovely.
Such a beautiful scenery is rare.
Yue Fei: Get up and walk around the stairs alone.
People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Waking up from a distant dream, it was already the third watch, Yue Fei got up and walked around the steps alone, the mountain village was silent, the moonlight falling in the courtyard was a little desolate, the plum shadow was lonely and cold, mixed with a few cold wails, quite empty and desolate.
Sleepless late at night, the poet couldn't help but think of himself, and lamented that so much dusty net toil, it was always difficult to realize his ideals.
Zhang Ji: Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu,
Midnight bell to the passenger ship.
When the Anshi Rebellion broke out, the poet went south and took refuge in the relatively stable Jiangnan area.
The moon is crumbling, the crow's cry is miserable, the wind and frost are wrapped in the coldest air current, the maple trees and fishing fires by the river, and the outline of Hanshan Temple can be faintly seen.
The frosty sky and the waning moon and Jiang Feng's fishing fire reflect each other, what are the pedestrians of the detention brigade thinking about in this silent autumn night?
In the dead of night, it is most likely to evoke all kinds of unspeakable thoughts.
What do you think about when you can't sleep? What to do?