When it comes to bitterness, the absurdity is even more tragic. The origin of the same dream, stop laughing at the stupidity of the world! The author's title is perfect
The paper is full of absurd words, and a handful of bitter tears! It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning? Qinggeng Peak Gauge
If you have no material to mend the sky, you will spend so many years in the world of mortals. This is a matter of past and present life, who will remember it to make a legend? Poems about ridiculing stubborn stones
Nuwa's refining of stones has become absurd, and she has gone to absurdity again. If you lose the true realm of ghosts, you will become a stinker when you come to kiss in a fantasy way.
It’s good to know that good luck will bring you gold and no color, but it’s a pity that good luck will not last forever. The bones are as white as a mountain and the surname has been forgotten. It is nothing more than the young master and Hongzhuang. The leper-headed monk is talking crazy
The pampered and pampered man laughs at you for being crazy, and the snow is flowing in the sky. It’s a good idea to be on guard after the Lantern Festival, when the smoke and fire are extinguished. The Scabby Monk Plays with Jade
The world is unruly and unruly, and he has neither joy nor sorrow in his heart. However, after practicing his psychic skills, he began to look for right and wrong in the human world.
It’s a shame what you have experienced today: pink stains, fat stains staining the precious light, and beautiful flowers trapping mandarin ducks day and night. You must wake up from this deep dream, and let your sins be paid off and let go! Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Unknown wishes for three lifetimes often add to the sorrow. When boredom sets in, he shrinks his forehead and looks back several times after walking. Looking at the shadow in front of the wind, who can be worthy of being a couple under the moon? If Chan Guang wants to go to the Jade Man Tower first. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
On the third or fifth day of the year, we reunite, and the sun is shining brightly to protect the jade fence. It was only held out in the sky, and all the people in the world looked up. Good song
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they cannot forget their fame! Where are the generals from ancient to modern times? A pile of grass disappeared in the barren grave. Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten!
In the end, I only regretted that there was not much gathering, and when it was too long, my eyes closed. Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife can never forget them! I express my gratitude to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren will never forget them! There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, but who has ever seen filial children and grandchildren? Commentary on the Good Song
The humble room was empty, but in those days the bed was full of wats and the grass was withered and the poplars were withered. It was once a singing and dancing place. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green gauze is now stuck on the canopy windows.
It is said that the fat is thick and the powder is fragrant, how can the temples become frost again? Yesterday there were bones in the loess; tonight there are mandarin ducks under the red light tent.
A box full of gold, a box full of silver, a beggar with open eyes is slandered by everyone. I was sighing that others would not live long, but I knew that I would be mourned when I returned! If you train well, you can't guarantee that you will be a strong leader in the future.
Who chooses to live in Fireworks Alley? Because I thought the gauze hat was too small, the shackles were tied to the shackles. Yesterday I felt sorry for my broken coat and it was cold.
Today I think the purple python is too long: I will appear on the stage after you sing, but I think that this foreign country is my hometown. It's so ridiculous that in the end, they are all making wedding clothes for others. Xijiang Yue Erci Baoyu
Looking for sorrow and hatred for no reason, sometimes as stupid as crazy. Even though he was born with a good skin, his belly turned out to be rough. He is poor and ignorant of world affairs, and he is too stupid to read articles.
If your behavior is eccentric and eccentric, let the world slander you! Wealth does not know how to enjoy life, poverty cannot bear desolation. It's a pity that we have wasted our good time and have no hope for our country and our family.
The most incompetent in the world, unparalleled in ancient and modern times. A message to the dandy and the rich man: Don’t imitate this person! The Fairy's Odyssey
I just left Liuwu and came out of the greenhouse. But wherever I go, the birds are startling the trees, and when the time comes, their shadows are reflected in the cloister.
The immortal mantle is fluttering, smelling the fragrance of musk orchid, the lotus clothes are about to move, and listening to the clang of the ring. The dimple smiles with spring peaches, the clouds pile into green buns, the lips bloom with cherry blossoms, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant.
The slender waist is beautiful, the snow is dancing in the wind, the pearls are radiant, and the forehead is full of goose yellow. It wanders among the flowers, and is either angry or happy. It lingers on the pond, as if it is flying or flying.
The eyebrows are furrowed and smile, but no words are spoken. The lotus steps suddenly move, waiting to stop but ready to move. I envy him for his good quality, pure ice and smooth jade; I envy him for his fine clothes and shining articles.
Love the other person's appearance, the fragrant and beautiful jade, admire the other person's attitude, like the phoenix and the dragon. What is its element? The spring plum blossoms bloom with snow. How clean it is, the autumn chrysanthemums are covered with frost.
How quiet it is, the pines grow in the empty valley. How beautiful it is, the clouds reflect the clear pond. The article is like a dragon traveling in the winding marsh. How is his spirit? The moon shines over the cold river. I should be ashamed of Xizi, but I am really ashamed of Wang Qiang.
It’s strange. Where was he born and where did he come from? Believe it or not, Yaochi is the same and Zifu is unparalleled. Who is it? Such beauty! Bao Dai: It’s a pity that the virtue of stopping time is pitiful, but the talent of Yong Xu is pitiable. Jade belts hang in the forest, gold hairpins are buried in the snow.
Yuan Chun: After twenty years of distinguishing between right and wrong, the pomegranate blossoms illuminate the palace. The three springs are competing for the first spring scene, and the tiger and the tiger meet and return to the big dream.
Tan Chun: Talented, shrewd and ambitious, born in the last days with declining luck. I shed tears on the Qingming Festival and look out to the riverside. The east wind thousands of miles away is just a dream away.
Xiang Yun: What’s the point of wealth and honor? Parents violate it when they are still young. Open your eyes to see the slanting light, the water of Xiangjiang River passes by and Chu Yunfei flies away.
Miaoyu: If you want to be clean, how can you ever be clean? The clouds are not necessarily empty. Poor gold and jade, eventually sinking into the mud.
Yingchun: The son is a Zhongshan wolf, and he will run rampant when he succeeds. The golden boudoir flower and willow quality will last for a long time.
Wang Xifeng: All birds come from the apocalypse, and they all know how to admire this talented person. One follower and two people make three people dead, crying to Jinling is even more sad.
Sister Qiao: If the situation is defeated, leave Yungui. If the family is destroyed, don’t talk about relatives. Occasionally, I met a benefactor due to the help of the Liu family.
Li Wan: The spring breeze of peaches and plums has finished bearing fruit, but in the end they are like a pot of orchids. Like ice water, it is empty and jealous, and it is useless to joke with others.
Ke Qing: Love in the sky, love in the sea, and love in the body are illusory. When love meets, it will lead to lust. It's honor to speak unkindly, but it's really peaceful to start a fight.
Qingwen: The clear moon is rare, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse. The heart is higher than the sky, but the body is humble. Being romantic and clever attracts resentment. Longevity is often due to slander, and the sentimental young master is in vain.
Xi Ren: I am gentle and docile in vain, the sky is like osmanthus and orchids, I can envy the actors and actresses, but I don’t know that the young master is not destined.
Xiangling:
A lotus root with a stem of fragrant fragrance will be hurt by the reality in life. Ever since a lonely tree grew up in two places, the fragrant soul returned to its hometown.
It has been discovered that the spring scenery does not last long, and the clothes suddenly change from the makeup of the past. Poor embroidered household girl, lying alone next to the ancient Buddha with a green lantern. Introduction
To open up Hongmeng, who is the lover? All just for the romantic love. Taking advantage of this helpless day, sad day, and loneliness, try to let go of your foolishness. Therefore, this dream of Red Mansions is staged. Lifelong Misunderstanding
All is said to be a good marriage of gold and jade, I only think of the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, I can see the crystal clear snow in the mountains. I will never forget the lonely forest of the fairyland.
Sighing on the world, there is only one fly in the ointment. Even if they raise the case together, it is difficult to settle the matter. Wan Ningmei
One is the Immortal Flower of Langyuan, the other is the Immaculate Jade. If there is no romance, but we meet him again in this life. If there is a romance, how can our hearts become empty in the end?
One is complaining in vain, the other is worrying in vain. One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. Think about how many tears there can be in your eyes, how can autumn flow until winter ends, and spring flow into summer! Hate the impermanence Yuanchun
Happy for the glory and splendor at the right time, hate the impermanence again. Open your eyes and throw everything away. Wandering around consumes the soul.
Looking at my hometown, the road is far away and the mountains are high. Therefore, I would like to tell my parents in my dream: My son’s life is in danger, and my family needs to step back and leave early! Divide the flesh and blood and explore the spring
Three thousand journeys through wind and rain, throw away the flesh and blood and the home together. I'm afraid I'll lose my years by crying, so I'll tell my parents and stop worrying about my son.
Since ancient times, the poor and the connected have all been determined. How can there be no destiny for separation and reunion? From now on, we are divided into two places, each keeping safe. I'm going away, don't get involved. Happy Enemies to Welcome the Spring
The Zhongshan Wolf is a ruthless beast that doesn’t care about the root cause of the day. Blindly arrogant, extravagant, lustful and greedy.
Looking at it, the beauty of the Hou family is the same as that of Puliu, and those who practice it, the princess's daughter seems to be despicable. Sighing for the beautiful soul, it has been wandering for a long time. The world cannot tolerate Miaoyu
Her temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, and her talent is as great as that of an immortal. It is rare for people to be born solitary.
You say that eating meat is fishy and disgusting, but you don’t know that people who are too high will be more jealous, and those who have lived in a clean world will be disgusted. It's a pity that the old people of Qingdeng Ancient Palace have let down the old people.
The red and pink vermilion towers are dim in spring. In the end, it was still dusty and dirty, against my wishes. It seems that the flawless white jade is trapped in the mud, so why do you regret it? Joy amidst Sadness Xiangyun
When I was still in my infancy, my parents lamented the death of both of them. Even if you live in that beautiful bush, who knows how to be pampered? Fortunately, I was born with a hero and a magnanimous mind.
I never cared about my children's personal love. It looks like the moonlight is shining brightly in the jade hall. A man who is worthy of a talented and handsome man will win a long-lasting life, and he will definitely have the rough shape of his childhood. Eventually the clouds dispersed from Gaotang and the Xiangjiang River dried up. This is how things should rise and fall in this world, so why be sad in vain! Xu Hua Wu Xichun
How about seeing through the three springs, the pink peaches and the green willows? Destroy this time and look for the pure peace. What can I say? The sky is full of young peaches, and there are many apricots in the clouds.
In the end, who will survive the fall? Look at that, the people in Baiyang Village are sobbing, and the ghosts are moaning in the Qingfeng Forest. Even more, the tombs are covered with decaying grass.
What is happening here is that yesterday the poor and now the rich are toiling, and the spring is prosperous and the flowers are fading in autumn. Like this, who can escape from the calamity of life and death? I heard that the precious tree in the west is whistling and bears the fruit of longevity. Being smart is tiring, Sister Feng
The agency was too clever, and it cost Qingqing her life. The heart was broken during life, and the nature is ethereal after death.
A rich man is happy, but eventually a family dies and everyone goes their separate ways. It's all in vain,
I've been hanging on my heart for half a lifetime, as if I was dreaming about it in the middle of the night. Suddenly, it was like a building falling down, and it was like a dim light that was about to burn out. ah! A moment of joy and sudden sadness. Sigh, the end of the world is uncertain! Liu Yuqing Qiaojie
Liu Yuqing, Liu Yuqing, suddenly met a benefactor, lucky mother, lucky mother, accumulated Yin Gong.
Encourage life, help the poor, don’t be like my ruthless uncle who loves money and forgets your flesh and blood! It is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, and there is a firmament above. Good things come to an end Qin Keqing
The paintings of Liang Chun are all gone. Being good at amorous feelings and admiring the beauty is the root cause of family ruin. Ji Qiu is decadent and down, everyone is respectful, and family affairs are the first to be punished. All sins are caused by love. Li Wan in his late years
The kindness seen in the mirror is even more worthy of the fame seen in the dream! How quickly those beautiful years passed! Don't mention the rusty tent or quilt anymore. Just wearing a beaded crown and wearing a phoenix coat cannot offset the impermanence of life.
Although it is true, in life, you should not suffer from old age and poverty, but you also need to accumulate children and grandchildren. Wearing a hairpin on our head proudly, Wearing a hairpin on our head proudly, Shining with a golden seal on our chest, Wearing great honors and high rank,
Wearing great honor and high rank, Wearing a hairpin high and mighty, The road to hell is near. Asked if the ancient generals still exist? It's just a false reputation and admiration from future generations. At the end, every bird flies into the forest
For those who are officials, their fortunes will wither, for those who are rich, their gold and silver will be gone, for those who are kind, they will escape death, and for those who are ruthless, their retribution will be clear.
Those who owe life have already paid back their lives; those who owe tears have already exhausted their tears. Repaying one's grievances and retribution is not trivial. Separation and reunification are predetermined.
If you want to know whether your life is short or short, ask your past life. It is a good luck to be rich when you grow old. Those who saw through it fled into Buddhism; those who were obsessed with it lost their lives in vain.
It’s like a bird that has eaten all its food and has thrown itself into the forest, leaving behind a vast expanse of white. The earth is so clean! Ode to the white begonia in the door-limited basin, the soul traces are faint
Exploring Spring
The setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy on the door, and the moss is green and covers the basin after the rain. Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon. Don't say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion. Baochai
Treasuring her fragrant appearance, she keeps the door closed during the day and holds her own hand in an urn to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.
You will know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very light. How can you find jade without a trace when you are so sad? In order to repay the white emperor for his cleanliness, Tingting said nothing and the sun became dim again. Baoyu
The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow. When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and the Suyu adds a trace of tears. Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you feel like it, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk. Daiyu
The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin. The pistils of the stolen pistils are three-thirds white, and the plum blossoms are borrowed a wisp of their soul.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry. Shy and silent, I complain to someone. I feel tired leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night. Xiangyun
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The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade. Of course Shuang'e prefers coldness, but if it weren't for Guan Qiannu, she would also leave her soul.
The autumn clouds bring out the snow, and the rain stains add traces of the night. But I like that the poet is tireless in chanting, so how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness?
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The Hengzhi steps lead to the Luoxue gate, which is suitable for both the corner and the basin. It is difficult to find a mate because the flowers are happy and clean, and it is easy for people to lose their souls in the sad autumn.
The jade candle drips tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain breaks through the mid-moon mark. I want to complain to Chang'e, but the corridor is dark at night. Chrysanthemum Poems
Recalling Chrysanthemums Hengwu Jun
Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, when the heart is broken. There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden in autumn. The thin moon and the clear frost make the dream clear.
Thinking of my heart and returning to the wild goose, I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil, who pities me for my yellow flower disease, and comforts me by saying that I will meet again on the Double Ninth Festival. Planting chrysanthemums by Mr. Yihong
Bringing a hoe to the autumn garden, he moved it by himself and planted it beside the fence and in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost.
Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine. The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust. Offering chrysanthemums and pillows for old friends
Playing the piano and drinking wine are a joy for the couple. Several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet. The incense is spread across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not flood the peaches and plums. Painting Chrysanthemums by Heng Wujun
I don’t know how to be mad when I write poems and plays. Isn’t this a waste of time in painting? The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival. Hairpin Chrysanthemum and Banana Leave Guests
The vase is used as a fence planter. I am busy every day. I never recognize the makeup in the mirror when I fold it. Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost. High emotions are not in the eyes of people at the time, and he claps his hands and laughs on the roadside. Chrysanthemum Dream Xiaoxiang Concubine
The autumn sleep by the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up? There is no limit to the decaying grass and cold smoke. Visiting the Chrysanthemum Yihong Gongzi
Try to visit during the frost and clear weather at your leisure. Do not leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded. Whose family is planting it under the moonlight before the frost? Where is the worry outside the threshold and by the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff today. Pair of chrysanthemums, old friends in the pillow
Moved from other nurseries, they are more precious than gold. One bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cool fragrance.
In the past few years, there has been no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth. Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of sunshine. Ode to the Chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang Concubine
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is lost in silence by squeezing stones around the fence. The hair is written with beauty in the frost, and the fragrance in the mouth is chanting to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. Wenju Xiaoxiang Concubine
Wanting to learn about the autumn mood, which no one knows, she murmured with her hands behind her back and knocked on the east fence. Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late for the same flowers to bloom?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, how can I miss lovesickness when I return home? Don't talk about the world without talking about it. Why not explain it in a few words? Chrysanthemum shadow, old friend on the pillow
Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths. The sparse lights on the windows depict the far and near, and the moonlight locks are exquisite through the sieves of the fence.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty. Don't step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it, no matter who is drunk, the eyes will be hazy. The remaining chrysanthemums and bananas are dropping off guests
The dew and frost are gradually pouring down, and the feast has just passed the light snow. The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the cicadas are sick, and the clouds are cold for thousands of miles, and the wild geese are late. The autumn wind will see us again next year, so don't miss us when we break up for the time being. Ode to the Willows
Like a Dream Ling, Xiangyun
How can it be that the embroidered velvet is still spitting out, rolling up half the curtain of fragrant mist, and picking it up with delicate hands, making the cuckoo sing in the air and the swallows are jealous. Stay, stay! Don't let the spring light go away. Xijiang Moon Baoqin
The Han Garden has limited sporadic decorations, but the Sui embankments are endlessly dotted. In the spring of spring, your career will be prosperous, and the bright moon and plum blossoms will be a dream.
There are several courtyards with fallen red, whose fragrant snow curtains are there? The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are generally the same, but people hate them more when they are away! Like a dream, Daiyu
The powder falls in the Baihua State, and the fragrance lingers in the Swallow Tower. One group after another formed a group. Wandering is like a person's life is thin, empty and lingering, talking about romance.
The grass and trees also know their sorrow, and their youth turns gray! Sigh: Who will give up and who will take back in this life? Marry with the spring breeze and don't care, go with you and endure the flood to stay. Linjiang Fairy Baochai
The spring dance in front of the Baiyu Hall is carried evenly by the east wind. The bees and butterflies were in chaos. How can it be that the water has passed away?
Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he pleases. There is no reason to laugh at the time, but the good wind often takes advantage of it and sends me to the blue sky!
Inscription on the Grand View Garden
Plaque on the openness and joy to welcome the spring
The garden has a unique and exquisite scenery, and it is ordered to be shy and the inscription is open and joyful. Who believes that there is such a place in the world, where you would rather not have a smooth mind when you come here? The plaque of the article "Xishun"
The mountains and rivers stretch across thousands of miles, and the towers rise high into the five clouds. The garden is built in the radiance of the sun and moon, and the scenery captures the power of creation. Ninghui Zhongrui Plaque Baochai
The Fangyuan is built to the west of the imperial city, and the gorgeous sun and auspicious clouds cover it. Gaoliu is happy to move the orioles out of the valley, waiting for the phoenix to come when they are repairing bamboo.
The style of writing has been established. Chen Youxi, Xiaohua Yinglong returned to the province. Ruizao Xiancai is full of colorful pens. I am so ashamed that I dare to say goodbye again. There is a phoenix coming to honor the minister, and the precious jade is inscribed
The beautiful jade has just begun to become a reality, and it is suitable to wait for the phoenix. The poles are green and green, and everything is green and cool. The water bursting out of the building blocks the steps, and the fragrance of the tripod passes through the curtains. Don't shake the broken shadows, and the good dreams will grow longer. Beautiful red and fast green
It is quiet for a long time in the deep court, and Chanjuan comes out in twos. The green wax is still rolling in spring, and the red makeup is awake at night. Leaning on the railing with hanging sleeves, leaning on the stone to protect the green smoke. In the opposite east wind, the master should show mercy. The plaque of Ten Thousand Things Conquering the Brilliance of Tanchun
The famous garden is so majestic, so why should I be ashamed of my humble knowledge when I am ordered to do so? It's so wonderful that I can't put it into words for a moment, but indeed everything is radiant. Li Wan's plaque for literary talents and romantic talents
Beautiful mountains and beautiful waters bring back the beauty, and romantic literary talents are better than Penglai. The green-tailored singing fan is fascinated by the fragrant grass, and the red-lined Hunan skirt dances with falling plum blossoms.
Pearls and jade should be passed down to the prosperous age. How lucky are the gods to come to Yaotai. The famous garden invites visitors to enjoy it, but no mortals are allowed to come here. Plaque of the World's Immortal Source Lin Daiyu
Wherever the famous garden is built, the fairyland is different from the mortal world. Borrow the beautiful mountains and rivers and add new scenery.
The fragrance melts into the gold and valley wine, and the flowers charm the people in Yutang. What a blessing to invite favors, palace cars pass by frequently. Hengzhi is refreshing and fragrant
Hengwu is full of the pure garden, and radish is fragrant. Softly lined with spring grass, softly trailing a wisp of fragrance. The light smoke obscures the winding path, and the cold green corridor drips. Who calls pond music, Xie's family has a long dream. The apricot curtain is in sight
The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. water chestnuts, goose water, mulberry elms and swallow beams. A border is green with spring leeks, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. When there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving. Spring night is about to happen
Xiaxiao clouds are laid out freely, and the toads in the alley are even more untruthful. It's cold on the pillow, rain outside the window, and the spring scenery in front of me is like a dream.
Who weeps for is the full candle, and I am angry for the little flowers. Naturally, the little servant girl is coquettish and lazy, and she can't bear to laugh and talk in the quilt. Autumn night is about to happen
There is absolutely noisy noise in Jiangyun Pavilion, and the flowing light of Gui soul is soaked in Qian's gauze. The moss-locked stone pattern contains sleeping cranes, while the tung trees floating in the well reveal wet crows perching on them.
I carry the maid in quilt to Shu Jinfeng, and lean on the threshold to return to the green flowers. I stayed up all night because I was thirsty for wine, and the heavy smoke made me pick up the rope to make tea. The summer night is about to happen
The beautiful lady who is tired of embroidery has a long dream, and the parrot in the golden cage calls for tea. The window is bright, the musk moon is shining, the palace mirror is open, and the room is filled with sandalwood clouds to taste the royal incense.
The amber cup is slippery with lots of lotus poured into it, and the glass sill allows the cool breeze of the willow trees. The water pavilion is moving everywhere, the curtains are rolled up in the red tower, and the evening makeup is done for the winter night.
The plum soul and bamboo dream have been updated for three times, and the brocade quilt has not yet been asleep. Only cranes can be seen in a courtyard with pine shadows, and no orioles can be heard on the ground full of pear blossoms.
The daughter's poems on green sleeves are cold, while the son's golden mink is light on alcohol. But I like the waiter who knows how to test tea, and sweeps away the fresh snow to cook it in time
Eating Crabs
Baoyu
I like the coolness of cinnamon even more when I hold the chela, and I like the coolness of cinnamon when I pour vinegar on it. Crazy. A gluttonous king and grandson should have wine, but a tyrannical son has no intestines.
The cold accumulated in the navel is greedy and forgotten, and the fingers are stained with fishy smell and are still fragrant after washing. Originally, Po Xian had a busy life because of the delicious food of the world. Baochai's Crab Eating Ode
Gui Ai Tong Yin sits in mourning, Chang'an salivates in anticipation of the Double Ninth Festival. The road in front of me has no longitude and latitude, and the spring and autumn sky in the skin is black and yellow.
Chrysanthemum is also used when the wine has not eliminated the smell, and ginger is used to prevent cold accumulation. What is the benefit of leaving the cauldron today? The moon is empty and the fragrance of grain and millet remains. Daiyu
I never forget the long battle with iron armor, and I taste it first when I pile up the dishes and look at the colors. The chelated seals are both full of tender jade, and the shell is convex with red fat pieces that are fragrant.
The more fleshy you are, the more pity you have on your eight legs. Who can help me and persuade me to drink a thousand cups of wine? On the festive occasion, the sweet osmanthus blows clear, the wind chrysanthemum carries frost. Luxue'an's poem about the scenery
The north wind was strong all night, and the snow was still falling when I opened the door. I feel pity for the pure white when I enter the mud, and I cherish Qiong Yao when I wander into the ground. Intentionally growing withered grass, unintentionally decorating wilted sweet potato. The price is high and the wine is ripe in the village, and the rice is in Liangrao in the Nian Prefecture.
When the jia moves, the gray flies into the tube, and the yang returns to the bucket and turns to the ladle. The cold mountains have lost their verdure, and the frozen ponds no longer smell the tide. It is easy to hang sparse willow branches, but difficult to pile up banana leaves. The musk coal melts into the treasure tripod, and the golden sable is held in the sleeves.
The light captures the window mirror, and the fragrance sticks to the wall. The slanting wind is still the same, and the clear dreams turn to chat. Where is the plum blossom flute? Whose jade flute? Ao Chou Kun's axis collapsed, and the Dragon Fighting Formation was destroyed in the clouds.
Ye'an returned to Gucha, chanting his whip and pointing at Baqiao. Grant pity to guard the garrison, and add cotton wool to conquer the corvee. Aoyao examines the dangers of the barbarians, but Zhike is afraid of being shaken. The white hair takes advantage of the steps, and the jianjian dances along the waist.
Boiled taro is a new treat, but adding salt is an old saying. The reeds are still fishing, and the axes in the forest are not woodcutting. Thousands of peaks protrude like a crotch, and a coiled snake is just a distance away. The edge of the flower has been gathered by the cold, and its color is not afraid of frost withering.
The bird in the deep courtyard is frightened, and the old man is crying in the empty mountain. The steps go up and down, and the water in the pool floats. It shines brightly at dawn, and shines brightly into the everlasting night. Sincerity forgets three feet of coldness, and Rui releases nine layers of burnt energy.
Who will ask if you are lying down? It’s a welcome move for crazy tourists. The secret of heaven is broken, and the sea market is lost. Lonely facing the pavilion, poor and pregnant with a ladle. When brewing tea, the ice gradually boils, while when brewing wine, the leaves are difficult to burn.
There is no broom for the mountain monk to sweep, but a child to pick up the piano. The crane sleeps in the stone building, and the brocade skill warms the cat. The moon cave turns over the silver waves, and the red mark is hidden in Xia City. The fragrance of plum blossoms can be chewed, and the fragrance of bamboo can be drunk.
Or the wet mandarin duck belt, sometimes the emerald becomes warped. There is still pulse even when there is no wind, and there is still mist even when there is no rain. If you want to be happy today, I wish Shun Yao with a poem. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Qing Dynasty is planned to be in the Yuan Dynasty. The skies are scattered in the sky, and the orchestra is full of music. There are several flying lamps flying wildly, who doesn't want to open their doors? The light cold wind blows, and the scenery is beautiful at night.
We laugh at the yellow hair when we fight for the cake, and laugh at the green girl when we divide the melon. The fragrance is new and glorious, and the color is healthy and golden. The candles are shining brightly, and the flower drums are noisy. The clear light shakes the courtyard, and the drinkers mess up the garden.
After Cao Zun gave an order, he shot and listened to three announcements. The red dice color becomes dots, and the plain color connects the universe. There is no host or guest in rewards and punishments, and Zhongkun recites poems in the preface. When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or rely on the door.
The wine is still there, but the remaining joy has faded away. Gradually, the laughter disappeared after hearing the words, leaving only traces of snow and frost. Dew on the steps shows bacteria in the morning, and the smoke in the courtyard collects the evening breeze. In autumn, the stone marrow is turbulent, and the wind leaves gather cloud roots.
Baowu is lonely and pure, and people rush to Guanghan. He invited the cow girl to fight and took a ride on the emperor's grandson. The empty and full wheel cannot be fixed, and the dark soul is empty. The sound of the pot leaking is about to die, and the flame of the window lamp has dimmed.
The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon. The fragrant seal script is sold on the golden tripod, and the fat and ice are greasy on the jade basin. The flute increases the concubine's weeping, and the maid's quilt is warm. There are phoenixes hanging in the empty tents, and colorful mandarin ducks hidden in idle screens.
The moss becomes slippery when the dew is thick, and the bamboo is difficult to touch under heavy frost. Still walking in the swamp, still climbing to the plain of silence. Stones, gods and ghosts fight, and wood monsters, tigers and wolves squat. It must be careful and the light will shine through, and the village will be exposed at dawn.
Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and ape crows in the valley. If you are familiar with it, you will forget its path; if you know the spring, you will not know its source. The bells ring in the Cuicui Temple, and the chickens sing in the Daoxiang Village. How can there be joy and sorrow? How can there be trouble without sorrow?
Fanqing only pleases oneself, who can express the elegance to whom? After a long break, I will discuss the tea preparation in more detail. Red plum blossoms
The word "red" is Xing Xiuyan
The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red, but the east wind laughs at the cold weather. It is difficult to distinguish the spring when the soul flies to Yuling Mountain, and the clouds are separated by the clouds and the dream is not clear.
The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the immortal helps the drunken person to cross the remaining rainbow. It seems that it is an ordinary color, the shades are determined by his ice and snow. The word "plum" is Li Wen
White plum blossoms are lazily assigned to red plum blossoms. If you show off your beauty, you will be drunk first. Even the marks on a frozen face are covered with blood, and those who are drunk without hatred are turned into ashes.
Accidentally swallowed the elixir to remove the real bone, and stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus. The spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts and guesses. The word "flower" is Xue Baoqin
The branches are sparse and the flowers are bright, and the children in spring makeup are extravagant. There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisurely courtyard, and there are sunset clouds on the empty mountains with running water.
Youmeng Leng follows the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of immortals spreads across the Jiang River. The predecessor must be of Yaotai species, so there is no doubt about the difference in appearance. Baoqin's Ten Nostalgic Quatrains
One of Red Cliff Nostalgic
Red Cliff is buried in water and the water does not flow, only the name and surname are left to carry the empty boat. The burning torch in Khotan is sad and the wind is cold, but the infinite heroic souls are wandering inside. Nostalgia for Jiaozhi No. 2
The bronze and gold incense yong vibrates the Ji Gang, and its sound spreads overseas to Rong and Qiang. Ma Yuan has done a great job, and Tiedidi has no trouble talking about the ovary. Zhongshan Nostalgic for the Past Part 3
How could fame and wealth ever accompany you? You were summoned out of the mortal world for no reason. It's almost impossible to let go of the implication, so don't blame others for laughing at you. Huaiyin Nostalgic for the Past Part 4
A strong man must guard against being bullied by vicious dogs, and the three of them should be in perfect position when the coffin is closed. Don't be scornful of the secular world. You will know even if you die with the kindness of a meal. Guangling Nostalgia Part 5
The cicada noise and crow habitat passed by in a blink of an eye, and the scenery of Sui Embankment was so close. Just because he had a romantic number, he caused a lot of talk. Peach Leaves Crossing to Reminisce About the Past
Withered grass and idle flowers reflect in the shallow pool, and the peach branches and leaves are always separated. In the Six Dynasties, there were many beams and pillars like this, with small photos hanging on the walls. Green Tomb Nostalgic Part 7
The black water is vast and cannot be swallowed, and the ice strings pluck away the sorrow in the song. The Han system is so deplorable that I should be ashamed of it forever. Mawei is nostalgic for the past.
Loneliness is stained by fat and stained by sweat, and tenderness is once transferred to the East. Just because of the traces of the wind, the quilt is still fragrant today. Pudong Temple is nostalgic for the past.
Little Hong Gujian is the lightest person, and he was secretly carried away and raped. Although he was hung up by his wife, he had already seduced him. The Plum Blossom View is nostalgic for the past.
Not by the plum blossoms, but by the willows. Among them, who picked up the painting of Chan Juan. Don’t remember the fragrance of spring when reunion comes, and bid farewell to the west wind for another year. Xiangling Three Poems in Ode to the Moon
Part 1
The moon is in the middle of the sky, the night is cold, the clear light is bright, and there are clusters of shadows. The poet adds to the fun and often thinks about playing, but the stranger adds to the sorrow and cannot bear to watch.
A jade mirror hangs beside the jade building, and an ice tray hangs outside the pearl curtain. What's the use of burning silver candles on a good night, when the clear colors are shining brightly on the screen.
Second
Not silver nor water reflects the cold window, look at the clear sky protecting the jade plate. The faint fragrance of plum blossoms is ready to be dyed, and the silky willow ribbons are just drying.
I only suspect that the remaining powder is coated with gold, as if light frost has been applied to the jade railing. When I woke up from the dream, no one was around in the west building, but the remaining faces could still be seen through the curtain.
Third
It is difficult to cover up the essence, but the shadow is beautiful and the soul is cold. An anvil strikes a thousand miles of white, and half a chicken sings the fifth watch.
Listen to the flute in the autumn on the green coir river, and lean on the railing at night in the red-sleeved building. Winning Chang Mo should ask, why not reunite forever! Ode to the Five Beauties
Xishi
A generation fell in love with the city and chased the waves, Wu Gongkong recalled his son's family. The girl from the East Village is imitating the frown and smiling face, her hair is white and her gauze is still hanging by the stream.
Yu Ji
The wind howls at night with broken heart, and Yu Xi hates her double pupils. Tao Peng was willing to accept his grave, and drinking his sword was as good as in Chu's tent.
Ming Fei
The stunning beauty left the Han Palace, but the fate of the beauty was poor in ancient and modern times. Even if the king is light on color, why should he give up power to the painter?
Green Pearl
Throwing away the rubble pearl, how could Shiwei be so charming? They are all caused by the blessings of the past life, and they share the comfort of loneliness.
Hong Fu
The handsome man has a unique attitude when talking, and the beautiful woman knows the end of the road with her giant eyes. The corpse is in the palace of Yang Gong, how can he restrain his female husband? Peach Blossom Walk
The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup inside the peach blossom curtain is lazy. There are peach blossoms outside the curtain, and there are people inside the curtain. People and peach blossoms are not far apart. The east wind deliberately lifts the curtains, and the flowers want to peek at people without rolling up the curtains.
The peach blossom curtain is still open, but the person inside the curtain is thinner than the peach blossom. Flowers express pity for people, flowers are also sad, and the wind blows through the news behind the curtain. The wind blows through the Xiang curtain and the garden is filled with flowers. The spring scenery in front of the court is doubly sad.
The door of the moss-covered courtyard is empty, and people rely on the railings in the setting sun. The man leaning on the railing weeps to the east wind, and the red skirt stands quietly beside the peach blossom. The peach blossoms and peach leaves are in chaos, and the new flowers are blooming and the red leaves are green.
Ten thousand trees are covered in mist and smoke, and the walls of the drying building are red and blurry. Heaven's secret burns through the mandarin duck brocade, and I am about to wake up in the spring and move my pillow. The maid's golden basin brings water in, and the shadow of the fragrant spring is dipped in rouge and cold.
How can the bright color of rouge be compared to the color of human tears? If we compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will flow as they grow and the flowers will flatter themselves. When you look at flowers with tearful eyes, the tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring.
The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly to the dusk when people are tired. With the sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is pierced by the moon marks in the sky! Autumn window, stormy evening
Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, and autumn lights are bright and autumn nights are long. I already feel that the autumn window will never end, how desolate it is to be helped by wind and rain! Help the autumn wind and rain come so quickly! The autumn window is broken and the autumn dream is green.
I can’t bear to fall asleep in my embrace of autumn, and I move my tears to the autumn screen. The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the worry and sorrow illuminate the separation of feelings. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?
The quilt cannot bear the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks urges the urgent autumn rain. The pulse beats again even at night, and someone seems to be weeping in front of the lamp. The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen. Flower Burial Poems
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and unable to find relief.
Peeling the flowers out of the boudoir to embroider them, she endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei. The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year?
The incense nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless! Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave your empty nest alone. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other.
How long can the bright beauty last? It is hard to find it once it is wandering. Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. The person burying the flowers is suffocating in front of the steps. He is leaning against the flower with a hoe and secretly sheds his tears. Blood stains can be seen on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the man with the hoe returns to cover the heavy door. The green lantern shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm. The story of the strange slave is doubly saddening, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring:
I feel pity for spring and feel annoyed and then go away, and then go without saying anything. There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
May I have wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a pure land to cover up the wind. The essence comes and goes clean again,
It is better than the filth that sinks into the ditch. If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried? People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year?
Look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it! Three poems inscribed on old handkerchiefs
The eyes are filled with tears, and the tears are hanging down. Who are you giving up for? How can one not be saddened by the gift of a piece of crocodile gauze?
Throwing beads and rolling jade, I just secretly wash it. I have no intention of spending the day in leisure. It is difficult to wipe the edge of the sleeves on the pillow, leaving it speckled and stained.
The colorful thread is difficult to collect on the face, the old traces of the Xiangjiang River have been blurred, there are thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window, and there are no traces or stains of fragrance? Catkin Poems
Xiang Yun is like a dream order
How can it be that the embroidered velvet is still spitting out, rolling up half the curtain of fragrant mist, and picking it up with delicate hands, making the cuckoo sing and the swallows are jealous in the air. Stay, stay, don't let the spring light go away. Tanchun, Baoyu, Nan Kezi
The slender strands are hanging in the air, and they are just hanging down. It is difficult to tie or tie them, and they are separated from the east, west, north and south.
Don’t pity me when I fall away, I will know when I fly back. When the orioles are worried and the butterflies are tired and blooming in the late evening, even if they meet again in the next spring, it will be the next year! Daiyu Tang Duoling
The powder falls in the Baihua State, and the fragrance remains in the Swallow Tower. Groups form pairs one by one. Wandering is like a person's life is thin, empty and lingering, talking about romance.
The grass and trees also know their sorrow, and their youth turns gray! Sigh: Who will give up and who will take back in this life? Marry with the east wind and spring regardless of it, go with it, endure the flood and leave the treasure Qin Xijiang Moon
The Han Garden has limited sporadic elements, but the Sui Dynasty embankment is infinitely decorated. In the spring of spring, your career will be prosperous, and the bright moon and plum blossoms will be a dream.
There are several courtyards with fallen red, whose fragrant snow curtains are there? The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are generally the same, but people hate them more when they are away! Baochai Linjiangxian
The spring dance in front of the Baiyu Hall is carried evenly by the east wind. The bees and butterflies were in chaos. How can it be that the water has passed away?
Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he pleases. There is no reason to laugh at the time, but the good wind often takes advantage of it and sends me to the blue sky! Baoyu Song of Purple Lingzhou
A cold autumn wind blew away the shadows of lotus flowers and red jade in the pond. The polygonum flowers and water chestnut leaves are full of sorrow, and heavy dew of heavy frost presses the slender stems.
I don’t hear the sound of playing chess in Yongzhou, and the chessboard is stained with mud. The ancients said farewell to their friends, but now I feel the love of brotherhood! Baochai's poem to Daiyu
The sad time sequence is evolving, and it belongs to Qingqiu. Feeling that the home is not built, I feel sad about being alone and separated. There are flowers in the north hall, why forget your worries?
There is no way to relieve my worries, and my heart is aching. The clouds are covered with sour autumn wind, and the leaves are covered with frost when walking in the atrium. Where to go, where to go, I have lost my old joy. I feel sorry for my lungs and liver when I think about it!
Only the tuna has a pond, and the crane has a beam. The scales are lurking, but the feathers are so long! I scratch my head and ask about the vastness, the sky is high and the earth is thick, who knows I will be hurt forever.
The Milky Way is filled with cold air, the moon is slanting, and the jade is sinking. Worry is coming, sending me mournful moans, moaning again and again, sending me a close friend. Baoyu Zilingzhou Sadness
A cold autumn wind blew away the shadows of lotus flowers and red jade in the pond. The polygonum flowers and water chestnut leaves are full of sorrow, and heavy dew of heavy frost presses the slender stems.
I don’t hear the sound of playing chess in Yongzhou, and the chessboard is stained with mud. The ancients said farewell to their friends, but now I feel the love of brotherhood! Baoyu reads <
You prove my proof, my heart proves my mind. There is no proof, Si Keyun has proof. There is no proof, it is based on the situation. Without a foothold, you will be clean. Parasitic grass
I am not you, I cannot understand it from him. Come and go without hindrance. They were filled with great sadness and joy, and they all talked about how close they were to each other.
I used to be busy but why, now I look back and think about it, it’s really boring