Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable! Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing. Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it! In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time. Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them! You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others. Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them! There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety for children and grandchildren?
Interpretation of Zhen's "Good Songs"
The humble room is empty. In those days, the bed was full and the grass was dry. This used to be a ballroom. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window. What do you say about thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are your temples frosted again? Yesterday, the loess dragon sent bones, and tonight, the red light lies at the bottom of the account. A box full of gold and a box full of silver, everyone is slandering beggars. I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back! If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future. Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane! Because the gauze cap is too small, it locks the cangue bar. I felt cold in my coat yesterday, but now I feel purple python is long: I will appear after you sing, but I think my hometown is abroad. That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on wedding dresses for other girls!
Zhitong Temple couplets
I forgot to put my hand behind me, but there was no way to turn back.
Xijiangyue approved two Baoyu poems.
One is to look for sadness and hatred for no reason, sometimes it seems crazy. Even if you are born with good skin, your stomach is rough. Poor and ignorant, stupid and afraid of reading articles. It is a slander to the world to behave in a remote and perverse way!
Second, wealth does not know how to work, and poverty is miserable. There is no hope of living up to the good times at home and abroad. The world is incompetent first, unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Send a message to Wanhe: Don't affect this shape!
Ningguo House Couplet
The world is full of knowledge and the cultivation of human feelings is an article.
Police bandit fantasy fairy house
Fang suddenly walked out of the greenhouse from Liu Wu. But when you leave, the birds will surprise the trees, and when you arrive, you will see the monastery. Fairy clothes suddenly float, I smell musk, clothes move, and listen to the clanging of rings. Smile at peach blossoms, clouds pile up into green buns, cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and pomegranate teeth smell fragrant. The waist is clear, the return air dances with snow, pearls are shining, and the forehead is yellow. When you are in the flowers, you should be angry, you should be happy, you should wander on the pool, if you fly, if you fly. The moth smiles on her brow, but she can't speak. The lotus steps move at first and stop at last. Envy each other's good quality, pure and pure, envy each other's gorgeous clothes, flash text. Love him with his handsome face, Xiang Zhuo, and beautiful posture. In fact, it snowed heavily in Chun Mei. How clean, autumn chrysanthemum cream. How quiet and empty. How beautiful, Xia Ying Cheng Tang. What is the text? The dragon swims in the winding swamp. What is its god? The moon shot at the icy river. We should be ashamed of writing, but we should be ashamed of Wang Qiang. Strange, where were you born and where did you come from? You can believe that Yaochi is unique and Zifu is unique. Who is the fruit? So is this beauty!
The verdict of twelve women in Jinling
One is that it is a pity to stop the machine, and it is a pity to praise talents. The jade belt hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow.
The eleventh love day, the fantasy of boundless love, when love meets, it will dominate her. If you talk nonsense, you will have honor. It's a good start to trouble.
Lifelong mistake
All roads are good marriages. I have only seen the alliance before Mushi. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are glittering and translucent with snow, and they will never forget the lonely forest on earth. Sighing about the world is a fly in the ointment. Even in the case of Qi Mei, its significance is hardly flat.
A vain desire
One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in my life. If there is a strange fate, how can my heart be empty? One is futile, and the other is alarmist. One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. I wonder how many tears there are in my eyes, how can I get through autumn to winter and spring to summer!
Sadness in joy
When I was a baby, my parents lamented their death. Living in the jungle, who knows how to pet it? Fortunately, natural heroes are generous and never care about their children's affairs. In that way, the moonlight was bright in Yutang. My fellow has both talent and beauty, and won for a long time. When he was young, he must have folded into a bumpy shape. Finally, the clouds disappeared and the water dried up the Xiangjiang River. This is how many ups and downs in the world, so why be sad!
Good things will come one day.
Painting beams in spring leaves fragrant dust. Being good at amorous feelings and grasping the moon phase is the foundation of losing home. Losing power is respectful, and the death of family affairs is the original sin. Always because of love.
The bird dived into the forest.
For the official, the family business is dying, the family wealth is rich, the gold and silver are exhausted, and the kindness will be repaid, and it will be ruthless and clear. Those who owe their lives have returned their lives, and those who owe their tears have exhausted their tears. Revenge is not light, and it's all settled. If you want to know about past lives, you are really lucky to be rich when you are old. He who sees through escapes into an empty net, and he who is persistent loses his life in vain. Just like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, the land is so clean!
The world is intolerable.
Temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and talent is rich in fairy. There is little natural loneliness. Your way stinks of meat. You look down on the continuation of the frontier, but you don't know that people who are too tall are more jealous, and so are those who are too clean. Alas, people in the ancient temple of Deng Qing are getting old, and the red foundation is full of spring scenery. In the end, I'm ashamed and go against your wishes. Just like that, flawless white jade is stuck in the mud, so why bother? Grandson sighed.
Clever thunder
The agency is too clever to calculate the so-called life. Heartbroken before death, ethereal after death. It is better to have a rich family, but eventually a family will die and everyone will go their separate ways. Waste time, spend the rest of your life in your heart. Night is like a dream. Suddenly like the first floor, suddenly like Yi Deng. Ah! One happy and one sad. Sigh the world, it's hard to decide!
Poems mocking hard rocks
Nu Wa's stone smelting is absurd and absurd. Lost the true realm of ghosts, it stinks to kiss. You should know that luck can lose gold more than color, but sigh can become a good jade. Bones like mountains forget their surnames, nothing more than childe and red makeup.
Literary talent and romantic style (plaque) Li Wan
Xiushui famous mountains embrace back, romantic literary talent wins Penglai. Green song-cutting fan grass, red lining Hunan skirt dance plum blossom. Zhu Yu should spread the prosperous times, and the immortals were lucky enough to go down to Yaotai. Once this famous garden is invited to visit, no mortal is allowed to come here.
Ning Zhong Hui Rui (plaque) Xue Baochai
Fiona Fang Garden is built in the west of the Imperial City, and the Sino-Japanese auspicious clouds cover the wonders. When repairing the hairpin, I like to move Yingying out of the valley and wait for Feng's arrival. The style of writing lingered until the evening, and filial piety should return to the province. Ruizao Cai Xian is full of crayons. How dare you resign again?
Shiwai Yuan Xian (plaque) Lin Daiyu
Where famous gardens are built, fairyland is not the world of mortals. Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers. Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people. He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.
Jia Baoyu's Continuation of Zhuangzi
When the flowers were burned and the musk deer were scattered, the people in the boudoir began to persuade them that Baochai's fairy posture and Daiyu's spirit were lost, which reduced their feelings, and the beauty and evil in the boudoir began to be similar. If his advice is included, he has no fear of participating in business, and he has no love, intelligence and wisdom. Petunia, jade, flowers, musk deer, all Zhang and cave their tunnels, so those dazzling, entangled in the world are also fascinated.
Jia Baoyu's Understanding of Zen Poetry and Parasitic Grass
You prove me, and the heart proves the meaning. No evidence, but no evidence. There is no cloud proof, it is based on the situation. I'm not you, and I don't know Iraq from him. It's okay to come and go. I am very sad and happy, and I also said that I am very close and intimate. It used to be boring, but now it's boring in retrospect!
Xue Baochai quoted two poems by Shen Xiu and Huineng.
Being a bodhi tree is like a mirror. I always wipe it so that there is no dust.
Bodhi is neither a tree nor a mirror. Nothing. What caused the dust?
Four Poems of Jia Baoyu's Grand View Garden
In the spring night, it is a matter of clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, and the frogs across the lane are even more unreal. It's cold on the pillow and raining outside the window. Who are the tears of Yingying Candle crying for? A little flower is sad and angry for me. Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand the frequency of jokes.
In summer night, you are tired of embroidering beautiful women's dreams, and the golden cage parrot calls tea soup. The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance. Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool. Shuige moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the evening makeup of Zhulou.
In the autumn night, there is no noise in the dark clouds, and the osmanthus streamer soaks the veil. The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow. He carried the maid to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold returned to Cui Hua. I can't sleep at night because of thirst for wine, so I can make tea again with heavy smoke.
It's late at night, the dream of plum soul and bamboo has been exhausted, and the stork has not slept yet. Songying saw only a courtyard of cranes, and there were no warblers everywhere in pear blossoms. Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light. But I like to serve my son, know how to taste tea, and sweep the new snow and cook in time.
The monk lamented two poems by the psychic Baoyu.
Heaven has no power to bind chickens, and my heart is not happy or sad, but after practicing channeling, I seek right and wrong from the world.
Powder stains and oil stains pollute Baoduang, and Yuanyang is sleepy day and night. You must wake up after a deep dream, and your mistakes will be repaid!
Sighing Daiyu's flowers, tears and poems
The flower soul is silent, and the bird dreams. I am amazed at the talent and beauty of the world, and I am embroidering my boudoir alone. A whimper continued, and birds were flying everywhere.
Lin Daiyu-Burying Flowers
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again. The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing each other, and when they can shine brightly, once they drift, they are hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Blaming slaves is double pain, half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly turned into trouble and even silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Jia Baoyu's wine list
Daughter sad, youth left an empty boudoir. The daughter was worried and regretted teaching her husband to find seals. My daughter is happy, and her makeup in front of the mirror looks good in the morning. The daughter is happy, and the swing of the swing is thin.
I can't stop crying and throwing red beans, I can't stop the spring flowers and I can't sleep well. After the wind and rain on the screen window, I can't forget the new worries and old grievances, and I can't swallow the jade particles and choke my throat. Thin can't be seen in the diamond mirror. A frown that can't be opened is even more leaking when it is unknown. Ah! Like a castle peak that can't be covered, the flowing green water is long. "Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door"
Three Pagoda Poems by Lin Daiyu
My eyes are full of tears, my eyes are full of tears. Who did you throw them away for? Hard work for gifts, not sad at all!
Throwing pearls and rolling jade is just stealing, so the town has no intention to relax. It is difficult to wipe off the sleeves on the pillow, leaving him with a little stain all over his body.
Beads on the colorful line are hard to collect, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River have been blurred. There are also thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window, and there are no traces of incense.
Poems about Bai Haitang
In the Jia Tanchun, the setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy, and the moss is full of rain basins. Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget. My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night. Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.
Baochai cherished Fang Zi's posture, covered the door during the day, and joined hands with the urn to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul. Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace. If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.
Baoyu's autumn color reflects the heavy door, and the seven balances become a full basin of snow. Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul. The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and the rain adds a tear. Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.
Lin Daiyu half-rolled the curtain and half-covered the door, grinding ice into soil and jade into a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn. Who is shy and silent? Tired of leaning against the west wind, dizzy at night.
Immortal Shi Xiangyun (two songs) went down to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade. Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and their souls leave Guan Qian. Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks. But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.
It is appropriate to have a corner and a basin. Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness. Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks. The dark color wants to persuade Chang 'e, and the night is dim in the empty corridor.
Poems of sighing chrysanthemum
Wu Hengjun, who lived in Yiju, looked at the meditation on the west wind, but when the reed was red, it was heartbroken. There is no trace of the old garden in the autumn sky fence, and the dream is clear and the frost is clear. I missed my heart and left with the goose. I sat listening to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me to see you at Chongyang?
Interview with childe Juyi. Try it while there is frost and sunshine. Don't stay for a long time. Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold. Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If the yellow flower pities the poet, it will not hang the pole today.
Hongyi, the son of chrysanthemum planting, moved here with a hoe in the autumn nursery, so he planted chrysanthemums in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today. Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
Moving to the old friend's garden is shallow and deep, which is more expensive than gold. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang. It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant. It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
For this old friend of Juzhenxia, it is really a pleasure to play the piano and think about wine, not to mention that several cases are Tingting. Every other seat is divided into three roads, and the book thrower faces the autumn. First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time.
Chanting chrysanthemum, xiaoxiang concubines, rogue poets, demons unconsciously invaded and sank around the fence. There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
I don't know how crazy it is to draw a chrysanthemum, but I don't know how crazy it is. Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost. The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn. Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.
I asked Princess Ju Xiaoxiang everything about autumn love, mumbling to knock on Dongli with a negative hand. Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?
I was busy planting flowers in the hedge, so I looked at my makeup in the mirror. Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol. The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream. When you are in high spirits, clap your hands and laugh at the roadside.
Qiu Guang, an old friend of Ju Ying Zhen Xia, has many intersections and dives in three ways. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon lock exquisitely. Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, and frost seal is vivid and dreamy. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.
Chrysanthemum dream xiaoxiang concubine fence edge autumn sleep clear, clouds with unclear moon. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao. When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
The dew of the residual chrysanthemum and plantain is gradually falling, and the feast is only a light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches. It's cold and late in Wan Li. Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.
Poetry about crabs
Jia Baoyu prefers the shade of osmanthus to claws, throwing vinegar at Jiang Xing. The gluttonous prince and grandson should have wine, but the rampant son has no intestines. Cold accumulation between umbilicus forgets jealousy, and fingers are stained with fishy fragrance. Originally, there was a beautiful mouth and a beautiful belly in the world, and the fairy laughed all her life.
Lin Daiyu's armor is long and she will never forget it until she dies. She likes to taste the color first. The chelated tender jade is full, with red grease protruding from the shell and fragrant. What a pity for you, who advised me to help you? During the festive season, fragrant chrysanthemum is frosty.
Xue Baochai, Gui Ai, Tong Yin, sitting in mourning, Chang 'an looking forward to Chongyang. There is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn. Chrysanthemum should also be used when the wine is not fishy, and ginger must be used to prevent cold accumulation. What are the benefits of falling into the kettle today? Yuepu has surplus grain and millet fragrance.
Tanchun internal conjunctions
Hazy idle bones, spring stone wild career.
Autumn window wind and rain, Lin Daiyu.
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long. I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Three Poems of Xiang Ling Chanting to the Moon
It's cold in January, and the light is round. Poets often want to play when they are entertaining, but strangers can't bear to watch it. A jade mirror is hung next to the jade building, and an ice tray is hung outside the bead curtain. Why light silver candles on a bright night? Clear colors are shining on the painting column.
Second, non-silver and non-water reflect the cold window, and see the jade plate in a clear sky. Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry. The faint white powdery mildew on the golden steps is like a thin layer of light frost flying on the jade pillar. Wake up in the west wing is silent, only the waning moon in the sky can look into the distance through the curtain.
The third essence is hard to hide and the shadow is cold. Yi Dao's voice came from the vast Ye Yuan, and the rooster crowed at night to stop the waning moon from hanging in the horizon. Wanderers in Qiu Jiang are more melancholy when they listen to the flute, and the young woman upstairs leans against the railing at the end of the night. Bode moth should ask, why not reunite forever.
Three poems of Hongmei
Xing Xiuyan peach is not fragrant, apricot is not red, and it laughed at the east wind before the cold. The soul flies to Yuling, the spring scenery is difficult to distinguish, and Luo Fu's dream is unclear. The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow. It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade comes from his ice and snow.
Wen Li Bai Mei is lazy to send red berries, which are beautiful in color, and greet them first. There are marks on the frozen face, all covered with blood. Swallow Dan medicine by mistake, remove real bones, and steal Yaochi to take off old tires. It is said that bees and butterflies are full of doubts.
Xue Baoqin is a flourishing flower, and children compete for beauty in spring makeup. There is no snow in the quiet room, and there is a sunset in the running water. The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson. The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt.
Ten Homesick Poems by Xue Baoqin
Chibi nostalgia Chibi buried water does not flow, leaving an empty boat. It is very cold, and infinite souls wander in it.
Cross-toed nostalgic bronze cast gold cymbals vibrated Ji Gang, and the sound spread overseas and to Rong Qiang. Ma Yuan naturally made great contributions, but the iron flute made no mention of the ovary.
Zhongshan's nostalgia for fame and fortune once accompanied you and was summoned to the dust for no reason. If you get involved, don't blame others for laughing.
A strong man who yearns for the past must guard against bullying by vicious dogs, and when the coffin is covered in the third place. Don't send a message lightly, you will know after a meal.
Guangling's nostalgic cicada cries and perches in a blink of an eye. What's the scenery like near Suidi? Because of romantic numbers, a lot of words have been provoked.
Peach leaves are nostalgic and decadent, and idle flowers are reflected in shallow pools, and peach branches and leaves are always separated. During the Six Dynasties, there were many Liang Dong, and small photos were hung on the walls.
Zhongqing recalled the past, the black water was thick and did not flow, and the ice string set aside the sorrow in the song. The Han family system is really regrettable, and the oak tree should be ashamed of the ages.
Ma Wei is nostalgic, lonely, greasy and sweaty, gentle, and once paid to Oriental. Because of romance, clothes are still fragrant today.
Putuo Temple is the lightest in nostalgia, and it was built privately. Although hanged by his wife, he seduced his peers.
The plum blossom view is not on the plum blossom side, but on the willow side, so who can pick up the painting? I didn't remember the arrival of Chunxiang when I met again. It was another year to say goodbye to the west wind.
Five beautiful songs by Lin Daiyu
The stone generation is full of flowers, but Wu Gong misses his son's family. The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream.
My concubine was heartbroken and spent the night in Feng Xiao. She worries and hates her students. Influenced by his age, how can Peng Gan drink his sword in the tent?
Out of the Han Palace, Fei Ming is absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. Even if the king is light-colored, what kind of painter will he seize power?
A green pearl, a gravel-like pearl, was thrown out, and it was never beautiful. They were all born before the stubborn blessing, and they were more comfortable and lonely.
Red stroke is long and men talk about their own state, but beauty is blind. I can't live in a tent in Yang Gong, so I can't hold my female husband.
Lin Daiyu: Taohuahang
The east wind outside the peach curtain is soft, and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain is lazy. There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom. The east wind intends to open the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at it. The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms. Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and the news outside the curtain blows through. The wind blew through the curtains, and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad. Idle moss courtyard door is empty, railings stand on their own feet. People cry against the east wind, and skirts stand beside peach blossoms. Peach blossom leaves are messy, and flowers bloom in red leaves. The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red. The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow. The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrance of spring is cold and rouge is reflected. What rouge is bright, the color of flowers, and people's tears? If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow and flatter themselves. Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring. The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk. Spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtains are empty!
Five catkin words
Shi Xiangyun: It's like a dream, like embroidered velvet spitting, rolling up half a curtain of fragrant mist and lifting it with your hands, which makes cuckoo cry and envy. Live, live, don't let spring go.
Jia Tanchun and Jia Baoyu: Nan Kezi is hanging in the air, but it is difficult to bind, and it is difficult to separate the east, the west, the north and the south. I don't care if I leave, but I know when I fly. When Yinger is worried about butterflies and tired at night, see you next spring!
Lin Daiyu: powder for many weeks, fragrant Yanju. Each group is paired into a ball. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic. Every grass and tree knows sorrow, but youth is bald! Alas, who will give up and accept this life? Regardless, I went to marry Dong myself and put up with it for a long time.
Xue Baoqin: The Yuehan Garden in Xijiang River is sporadic and limited, and Sui Dykes are scattered all over the place. Three spring career pays east wind, bright moon and plum blossom is a dream. In several courtyards, whose house is covered with fragrant snow? Jiangnan Jiangbei is generally like this, but it is hateful to leave people!
Xue Baochai: Linjiang Fairy Bai Yutang, Dance before Spring, Kochinda Volume. Bees and butterflies make a mess. On several occasions, with the passage of water, it was necessary to appoint Chen Fang. Never change, let him get together and let him leave. Shao Hua's laughter is rootless, so I can ride the wind to send me to Qingyun!
Jia Baoyu: Zhou Song, Zi Ling
The pond was cold all night in the autumn wind, blowing away the ruby shadow of the lotus. The leaves of Polygonum hydropiper are full of sorrow, and the frost weighs heavily on the stems. I don't smell the sound of chess all day, and the mud is a little dirty. The ancients said goodbye is a friend, now I am a brotherhood!
Xue Baochai: Daiyu sent poems.
The succession of sad time series is also clear autumn. Feel uncomfortable at home and put your troubles aside. There is a mystery in Beitang. Why forget your worries? I can't solve my worries, my heart is pounding. The autumn wind is cloudy and sour, and the frost leaves in the atrium are withered. Where to go? I lost my joy. I'm afraid of my lungs and liver! Only tuna has a pool, but cranes have beams. Scales lurk and feathers grow! Scratching my hair and asking questions, but I know that Yu will never be hurt. The milky way is cold, the moonlight is oblique, and the jade leaks. Worried about Bing Bing Xi, send me a lamentation, sing after singing, and send me a bosom friend.