1, the flowers are blooming all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
2. The gossamer floats in the spring pavilion, and the floc touches the embroidered curtain.
3, the boudoir daughter cherishes the spring dusk, and she is full of nowhere to complain.
4. Flowers hoe out embroidered curtains and endure falling flowers.
5. The pods of willow and elm come from wheat straw, regardless of peach blossom floating or Li Fei.
6. Peaches and plums can be delivered again next year. Who do you know the year after next?
In July and March, the fragrant nest has been built, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
8. Although Ming can peck at flowers and hairs, he doesn't lean on the empty nest.
9, 360 days a year, the wind knife frost sword is strict.
10, when will it shine? Once adrift, it's hard to find.
1 1, flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them suffocated in front of the steps.
12, I only shed tears on the flower hoe, and I saw blood stains on the branches above.
13, Du Fu is speechless. It's already dusk, and the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
14, blue light on the wall, cold rain knocking on the door, not warm.
15, strange things are doubly depressing, half pity and half trouble.
16, Xichun suddenly went to worry and silence.
17, sang a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul?
18, the soul of flowers and birds is always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of being wordless.
19, may the slaves grow wings under their ribs and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
20. After all, where is Xiangshan?
2 1, no beautiful bones, pure land to shelter the wind.
22. It is better to clean up the quality than to sink in the ditch.
23. I am a dead slave and I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die.
24. The slave who buried the flowers smiled today. Who did he know when he buried the slaves?
25, try to see the spring flowers gradually fall, that is, when the beauty dies of old age.
26. There is no sad song for me, I don't know!
This case is full of absurd words and a bitter tear.
Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste? -A Dream of Red Mansions
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 immortals are good, but gold and silver can't forget them;
In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only wives can't forget them;
You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but 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? -A Dream of Red Mansions and Good Songs
The humble room is empty and the bed is full; Dry grass withered poplar, 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 the 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: noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think my hometown is my hometown. That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on wedding dresses for other girls! -A Dream of Red Mansions and Interpretation of Good Songs
False is true, true is false, and inaction is everywhere. -A Dream of Red Mansions, a stone archway in a dreamland.
One is Xian Fanpa in Yuen Long, and the other is Mei Yu's unreasonable behavior. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty? One speaks in vain, and the other cares nothing; One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. How many tears can you have in your eyes? How does autumn flow to the end of winter and spring flow to summer? -"A Dream of Red Mansions" wastes eyebrows.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.
My daughter in the boudoir is sad and sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
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, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
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 hoe returned to cover the door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to 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 wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
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! -Lin Daiyu's funeral speech in A Dream of Red Mansions
Yiju
Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and 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 miss the wild goose, and I sit and listen to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again?
-constant
Visit chrysanthemums
Try it while it's sunny in first frost. Don't leave the medicine in the glass for a long time. Who planted first frost the month before? Where is autumn outside the fence? Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If a yellow flower helps a poet, it won't be a stick today.
-Gong Yizi
Chrysanthemum planting
I brought the autumn garden and planted it 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.
-Gong Yizi
play a chess game
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, shallower and deeper. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang. Shu Yun is even more arrogant. It seems that I am the only one who knows her! It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
Chrysanthemum donor
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting. There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an 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.
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
Chanting chrysanthemum
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone. I wrote in the frost at the end of the play that the mouth is fragrant to the moon. All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only? A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
-Princess Xiaoxiang
Draw chrysanthemums
I wonder how crazy the pen after the poem is. Is it a contest between Dan Qing and Fei? 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.
-constant
Ask chrysanthemum
If you want to know how autumn feels, you will knock on the east fence with a negative hand: when you are lonely and proud, who will hide? Late to blossom? Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while?
-Princess Xiaoxiang
Zanju
The bottle for hedgerow planting is getting busier every day, so I have to take a break to recognize the 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.
-Get off at Banana Station.
Juying
Qiu Guang overlapped heavily and plunged into the third road. 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. Who can be drunk and hazy?
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
Jumeng
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the 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 will complain: the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite!
-Princess Xiaoxiang
end game
The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches. It's cold and late in Wan Li. See you in the autumn wind next year, and miss you for the time being!
-Get off at Banana Station.