Who can provide the poem of A Dream of Red Mansions?

chanting the white sea pond limits the soul of the door basin to faint

exploring the spring

The cold grass in the setting sun brings heavy doors, and the moss is lush enough to spread the basin after the rain.

Jade is hard to be clean in spirit, and snow is easy to be ecstasy.

My heart is a little delicate and weak, and there are traces of beautiful images in the middle of the night.

Don't say that the immortal can feather, and the amorous feelings accompany me to sing the dusk. Worry makes a jade without trace.

If you want to pay for the cleanliness of Bai Di, you will feel faint without saying anything.

Baoyu's autumn looks pale and reflects the heavy door, and seven knots of snow are full of pots.

Taking a bath is too real to make a shadow, and holding Xizi Jade as your soul.

The breeze does not disperse thousands of worries, and the rain adds a tear.

Borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

The immortals in the Moon Cave sew their robes, and the women in always in my heart in autumn wipe the crow marks.

Who do you complain with in silence? You are faint after being tired of leaning on the west wind at night.

Xiangyun

One of the immortals

came down to the capital gate yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.

Naturally, Frost prefers cold, and it's not enough for her to leave her soul. It is also suitable for a corner or a pot.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and it is easy for people to grieve for autumn.

Jade candles dry tears in the wind, and crystal curtains separate the marks in the broken moon.

You complain to Chang 'e about your lust, but the night is faint in the empty corridor.

Chrysanthemum poems

Recalling chrysanthemums-Heng Wujun

Looking at the west wind and brooding. It's a consolation to see you at Chongyang.

A chrysanthemum-Yihong Gongzi

moved here with a hoe and an autumn nursery, so he planted it in front of the hedge yard.

I didn't expect to live in the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost to bloom today.

I sing a thousand poems about autumn colors coldly and drink a cup of cold fragrant wine.

I irrigate the spring mud to protect my well. Book throwers have a new dream about an autumn.

The frost clears the paper account, and the nursery is cold and the setting sun reminisces about the past.

Being proud of the world, because of the same smell, the spring breeze is not as good as stay for a long time.

Painting chrysanthemum-Heng Wujun

Is it a contest between painters and painters?

Gather leaves and splash thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few. Stick a screen to chat to comfort Chongyang.

Zanju-Banana Xiake

Bottles are busy for hedgerow planting, so I can forget the makeup in the mirror.

Chang 'an's son is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is an alcoholic.

His short temples are stained with cold dew, and Gejin incense is stained with nine autumn frost.

When he is out of fashion, clap your hands and let him laugh at the roadside. Looking back on the past, you can still find Tao Lingmeng.

When you go to sleep, you will be annoyed when you wake up.

When you wake up, who will complain about the bitterness, and the grass will be cold and the smoke will be infinite.

Visit Chrysanthemum-Yihong's son, and try it while the frost is fine, and the wine glass will light up stay for a long time.

Who planted it before and after the frost, and where are you worried by the fence outside the sill. < Don't bear to hang a staff today.

It's more expensive than gold to move to an old friend of Chrysanthemum-Pillow Xia's

A cluster of flowers is shallow and a cluster of flowers is deep.

Sitting on the edge of a sparse hedge, sitting on a branch head, holding your knees in a cold fragrance, singing.

Counting it is even more arrogant, and it seems that I am the only one who knows you.

Qiu Guang has lived up to it. With a sweet tongue, she sings to the moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and complaints, and it is a piece of talk about who will tell Qiu Xin.

After Tao Lingping's chapter, the eternal high wind talks about this day.

Ask Ju-Princess Xiaoxiang

If you want to know about autumn's feelings, murmur and knock on the east fence with a negative hand.

If you stand aloof, who will hide, it will bloom as usual.

Why is the frost in the garden lonely, and can you miss Hong Gui's illness?

If you don't talk about anything in the world, why don't you talk about it?

Ju Ying-Zhen Xia's old friend

Qiu Guang has a lot of overlapping, and it dives into three paths.

The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen is exquisitely locked.

The cold fragrance stays where the soul should stay, and the frost seal is vivid, and the dream is empty.

Take care of the faint fragrance. Branches are full of greenery.

Half-bed falling moon flies, and Wan Li's cold cloud is late in yan zhen.

Autumn wind knows goodbye next year, so don't miss it for the time being.

Chanting willow

Like a dream-Xiangyun

Is it embroidered velvet and residual vomit, rolling up half a curtain and fragrant mist, and picking it up with your hands, which makes the cuckoo cry and swallow envy? Don't make the spring scenery go away.

Xijiang Moon-Baoqin

Hanyuan is scattered and limited, and Sui Dykes are dotted endlessly. In the third spring, the east wind pays off, and the bright moon and plum blossoms dream.

In several courtyards, who has a fragrant snow curtain? Jiangnan jiangbei is generally the same, but it is hateful to leave people!

Like a dream-Daiyu

The powder falls into Baihua State, and the fragrance remains in the swallow's nest. Groups of people are paired up. Wandering is like a thin life, empty and romantic.

Even the grass and trees know their worries, but the young flowers are bald! Sigh, who will give up and who will accept this life? Marry Dong Fengchun regardless, let him go, and endure stay for a long time.

Linjiangxian-Baochai

Bai Yutang gave up dancing in the previous spring, and the east wind rolled evenly. There were a lot of butterflies in the swarm. After several times, it was necessary to entrust Fang Chen with the water.

After all, he did not change, let him get together with him. Shao Hua had no roots in laughter, so he took advantage of the wind to send me to Qingyun.

Grand View Garden's inscription

Vast and pleasant plaque-Spring Festival

The garden is exquisitely prepared, and it was ordered to be ashamed of its profundity.

Who believes that there is such a world, and you can't think clearly when you come to Ning?

The plaque of article creation-Xichun

The landscape stretches thousands of miles away,

The tower rises from the five clouds.

The garden is built in the brilliance of the sun and the moon,

The landscape captures the contribution of article creation.

The plaque of Zhong Rui, Xue Baochai, is condensed.

The fragrant garden is built to the west of the emperor, and the auspicious clouds of China are shrouded in wonder.

Gao Liuxi moves the warbler. How dare you say goodbye when you are ashamed?

Baoyu, an instrument minister from Feng Lai, would like to write a question

Showing jade has just come to fruition, and it is worthy to treat the phoenix.

The poles are green and dripping, and all of them are green and cool.

The water is blocked by the bricks, and the ding fragrance is blocked by the curtains.

Don't shake the broken shadows, so that the days are long.

Yihong is fast and green < The master should show mercy.

The plaque of Vientiane striving for glory-Tanchun

The famous garden was built with great momentum, and he was ordered to be ashamed of his superficial knowledge.

The exquisiteness was beyond words, and everything was really brilliant.

The plaque of Li Wan's literary talent and romantic charm

Xiushui Mingshan's embrace, and the romantic literary talent was better than Penglai's.

Green cutting songs and fans were fascinated by grass. Mortals are not allowed to come here.

The plaque of the immortal source in the world-Lin Daiyu

Where is the famous garden built? The fairyland is not a world of mortals.

The scenery is new because of the beautiful mountains and rivers.

The wine in Jingu is fragrant, and the people in Yutang are beautiful.

He is lucky to invite the favor, and the palace cars pass by frequently.

Heng Zhi Qing Fen. Xie Jia has a long dream.

Apricot curtains are in sight.

Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and there is a mountain villa in sight.

Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Swallow Beam.

A bed of leeks is green in spring, and rice flowers are fragrant in ten miles.

There is no need to farm and weave in prosperous times.

That is, poetry is about things. It's my fault to worry about flowers.

I'm naturally lazy and lazy, and I can't stand laughing and talking.

Autumn night is the thing.

There is absolutely no noise in the crimson cloud porch, and the osmanthus streamers soak the silk gauze.

The moss locks the stone pattern to make me sleep on the crane, and the well floats the tung dew to expose the wet crows.

I'll hold the maid-in-waiting to Shu. The room is full of fragrant sandalwood.

The amber cup is slippery and the glass sill is cool with willow wind.

The water pavilion moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up Zhu Lou for evening makeup.

Winter night is just a thing.

It's late at night, and the dream of plum blossoms and bamboos has not finished sleeping.

I can only see Songying in the court. Sweep the new snow and cook it in time.

Eat crabs and chant

Baoyu

Holding claws prefers the shade of osmanthus, and throwing vinegar on ginger makes you crazy.

The gluttonous prince and grandson should have wine, but the son who runs amok has no intestines.

Cold accumulation between the umbilicus makes him forget jealousy, and his fingers are stained with fishy smell, which is still fragrant.

It used to be beautiful for the world, and Poxian once laughed and was busy all his life. Piri is dark and yellow in the spring and autumn.

Chrysanthemum is still used for wine, which prevents the accumulation of food.

What's the benefit of falling into the kettle today, and there is spare corn fragrance in Yuepu.

Daiyu's armor is long and she has never forgotten her death, and she likes to taste the color of the pile of dishes first.

The delicate jade is full of chelates, and the shell is convex and the red fat is fragrant.

More meat is more pity for her. The breeze blows in the osmanthus and the chrysanthemum is frosty.

Poems

Poems on the Scenery of Luxue Temple

The north wind is tight all night, and Xifeng

opens the door, and the snow is still floating. Li Wan

cherishes Qiong Yao everywhere. She intentionally glories the dried grass, while Xiangling

unwittingly adorns the withered flowers. The price is high and the village is ripe, exploring the spring. Smoke

is difficult to pile up banana with broken leaves. Musk coal melts Baoding, Xiangyun

has golden mink in sleeve cage. Light grabs the window mirror, and Baoqin

sticks pepper on the wall. The oblique wind remains the same, and Daiyu

dreams and talks. Where is the plum flute? Baoyu

whose jade flute is it? Aochoukun's shaft is trapped, and Baochai

fights against the clouds. The wild shore returns to the lonely mountain, and Xiangyun

sings the whip and points to the Baqiao Bridge. Give Qiu pity and comfort, and Baoqin

adds the words to the levy. The depression and the danger of foreign countries are judged, and Xiangyun

branches are afraid of shaking. Xiangyun

is afraid of frost fading. The deep courtyard scares the cold birds, and in the spring

the empty mountain weeps the old (owl). The steps go up and down, and the smoke

floats in the pool. When it shines in Linqing dawn, Xiangyun

blooms into the night forever. If you forget the three feet of cold, Daiyu

will be released for nine days. Baoqin

leaves are hard to burn when cooking wine. Xiangyun

has no broom to sweep the mountain monk, and Daiyu

buries the piano and picks the child. Baoqin

sleeps in the stone building, Xiangyun

warms the cat. Daiyu

turns the silver waves in the moon cave, and Baoqin

hides the red sign in Xiacheng. Xiangyun. Daiyu

is drizzling even if it doesn't rain. Baoqin

wants to be happy today, and Li Wan

wishes Shunyao with a poem. Li Qi

Mid-March Autumn Festival couplet

Mid-March Autumn Festival

A clear tour is planned to go to Shangyuan. Scattering the sky and skipping

There are numerous orchestras everywhere. Several places fly wildly,

The color is healthy and luxuriant, Jin Xuan. Candles are bright and graceful.

Flowers and drums are spread noisily. The courtyard is rocked by clear light.

The garden is chaotic. Cao Zun gives an order,

He listens to three announcements, rolls Ayabeni into a point,

Su Cai meets Gan Kun. There is no guest and host for reward and punishment, and

Zhong Kun is the preface to poetry.

The smoke in the courtyard gathers in the evening, and the stone marrow pours in the autumn,

The wind leaves gather in the clouds, and people are lonely and clean,

People are heading for the cold. If they make a fight, they invite cows and girls,

If they take advantage of it, they will treat their grandsons. The imaginary surplus wheel will not be fixed,

If it is dark, it will be empty. The leaky kettle will dry up,

Fat and ice are greasy with jade pots.

A flute makes a woman cry, while a maid waits on a child's warmth.

An empty curtain hangs a phoenix, while a screen hides the flowers for the honeymoons.

Exposed thick moss is smoother, and the frost is heavier than bamboo.

You still linger in the swamp, but you still climb to the original place of silence.

Wonders and ghosts. Chickens sing in the village of Daoxiang.

If you are happy and sad, why bother?

If you are affectionate, who will you talk to?

If you are tired of the clouds, brew tea will talk more about it.

The three of them sing red plum blossoms

The word "red" Xing Xiuyan

If the peach is not fragrant and the apricot is not red, you will laugh at the east wind before rushing to the cold. < Shade comes from his snow and ice.

Plum pattern

Bai Mei is lazy in giving red plums, showing off her beauty first.

Scars on her frozen face are all blood, and infatuation without hatred will turn to dust.

Swallowing Dan medicine by mistake will remove true bones and steal Yaochi to take off her old tires.

Jiangnan in the north of the Yangtze River is brilliant in spring, and it is said that bees and butterflies are suspicious and guessing. There is a sunset in an empty mountain with flowing water.

The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance of immortals is crimson.

The predecessor must be a Yao and Taiwan species, and there is no doubt about the color difference.

Other

authors' origins

When it comes to bitterness, the absurdity is sadder.

From the same dream, don't laugh at the world!

the peak of the green ridge

There is no material to fill the sky, and it will be many years if you waste your life in the world of mortals.

Who will remember to make a wonderful biography of this system?

the author's topic is absolutely

full of absurd remarks, a handful of bitter tears!

Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste?