Disappointed to look at the west wind to hold boredom, polygonum red reeds white broken intestines when.
Empty hedges and old gardens have no trace of autumn, and the thin moon and frosty dreams are known.
They are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world.
Who pities me for the yellow flower disease, and consoles the words of the heavy sun will have a date.
Planting chrysanthemums--Jia Baoyu
Taking a hoe to the autumn garden, I moved it here, and planted it by the hedge in front of the garden.
The chrysanthemums have been planted in the garden by the hedgerow.
There are a thousand poems about the colors of autumn in the cold, and a cup of wine for the cold.
The spring is sealed with mud, and the path of the well is free from dust.
The Chrysanthemums---Old Friends of Pillow Haze (Shi Xiangyun)
Playing the zither and drinking wine is a good companion, and a few cases of ting ting are dotted with ghosts.
There are three paths of dew on the other side of the table, and one branch of autumn on the other side of the book.
New dreams come to the paper tent in the frost, and the nursery is cold and the sun is slanting, remembering old trips.
The proud world is also due to the same odor, the spring breeze peach and plum have not been drowned.
Painting chrysanthemums --- Asarum (Xue Baochai)
Poetry and play pen do not know crazy, is not the Danqing fee comparison.
Gathering leaves and splashing them with a thousand dots of ink, saving flowers and dyeing them with a few traces of frost.
They are the most important of all, and the most important of all is that they are the most important of all, and the most important of all is that they are the most important of all.
It is not necessary to pick up the flowers from the east fence, but it is a good idea to stick to the screen to comfort the sun.
The Chrysanthemum Hairpin - The Guest Under the Banana (Jia Tanchun)
Bottles are planted in the hedgerows every day, so don't recognize the makeup in the mirror.
The Chang'an gentleman is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Pengze is crazy about wine.
Short sideburns are coldly stained by three paths of dew, and the scarf is fragrantly stained by nine autumns of frost.
The high feelings do not enter the eyes of the people of the time, but they clap their hands and laugh by the side of the road.
Chrysanthemum Dreams - Concubine Lin Daiyu
Autumn by the hedgerow is a time to sleep soundly, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable from each other.
It's not like I'm looking for a butterfly, but it's like I'm searching for the Taoist temple.
Sleeping with the wild geese, and coming back to the grasshopper.
When I woke up, who would I talk to about my complaints?
Visiting the chrysanthemums--Jia Baoyu
Taking advantage of the frost and sunshine to try to visit the chrysanthemums, don't stay in the wine cups and medicinal lamps.
Who grows chrysanthemums before the frost and under the moon?
Waxed clogs are a long way off, and I can't stop chanting.
If the yellow flowers can understand the poet's feelings, he should not be ashamed to hang his staff on this day.
The Chrysanthemums: An Old Friend (Shi Xiangyun)
The other garden is more expensive than the gold, and one clump is lighter than the other one is deeper than the other.
Sitting at the head of the garden by the rusty hedge, holding my knees and chanting in the cool fragrance, the chrysanthemums are the most beautiful and the most beautiful of all.
There's no one else in the world who's proud of what they've done, but there's no one else who seems to know what I'm talking about.
Autumn light is not enough to live up to, relative to the original should cherish the inch of time.
The chrysanthemums --- Daiyu Lin
It's not a bad thing that the poets are invading at night and day, and the interjections around the hedges are sobering.
Writing in the frost, the mouth is filled with fragrance and the moon.
The paper is full of self-pitying words, but the words are not enough to understand the heart of autumn.
After Tao Ling Pingzhang, a thousand years of high winds have been spoken to this day.
Ask for the chrysanthemums--Lin Daiyu, the princess of Xiaoxiang)
If you want to know about the feelings of autumn, you can't find out, but you'll be able to knock on the east fence with your hands in your mouth.
Who will be the one to hide with you, and who will be the one to bloom late?
What is the loneliness of the garden and the frost in the garden?
There is no need to say that there is no one in the world to talk to, but there is no harm in speaking a few words.
Chrysanthemum Shadow - Pillow Xia's old friend (Shi Xiangyun)
Autumn light is stacked and stacked again and again, and it's stealing away from the three paths.
The window is far away from the lamp, and the broken moon in the hedge is exquisite.
The soul of a cold fragrance should reside, and the dream of a frosty seal is empty.
Preciously, the dark scent is not broken, who can recognize the haze of drunken eyes.
Remaining chrysanthemums --- Guests under the bananas (Jia Tanchun)
Dew condensation and frost are gradually tilted to interjections, the feast is only after the little snow.
The chrysanthemums are not as fragrant as they used to be, and the leaves are not as green as they used to be.
The moon and the grasshoppers are sick in their beds, and the geese are late for the cold clouds.
We will meet again in the fall of next year, but we will not part for a while.