The west wind is melancholy and thoughtful, and the reed is heartbroken when it is red and white.
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?
Second, Jia Baoyu's "Visiting Chrysanthemum"
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 the autumn outside the fence?
Wax (Kyrgyzstan) is far away, and cold drinks are not enough.
If the yellow flowers pity the poets, they will not hang up their branches today.
Third, Jia Baoyu's "Planting Chrysanthemums"
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.
A cold drink has a long history, and a glass of Leng Xiang wine is drunk.
Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
Fourth, Shi Xiangyun's "Game"
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep.
Sitting on the shore of Xiao Shufen (Pan), the head of the family knelt 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.
V. Shi Xiangyun's "For Chrysanthemum"
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is chou, and a few cases are Tingting.
Every other seat is divided into three dew, and the book thrower faces 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.
Six, Lin Daiyu's "Chanting Chrysanthemum"
Rogue poets, demons swoon and invade, and the fence hits the stone and sinks.
There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only?
Since Tao Qian wrote Ode to Chrysanthemum, Qiu Qiuju's noble character has been praised by people.
Seven, Xue Baochai's "Painting Chrysanthemums"
I don't know how crazy the pen after the poem is, so this is a contest between painters and painters.
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 that Dongli is idle (duo), stick to the screen to comfort Chongyang.
Eight, Lin Daiyu's "Ask Chrysanthemum"
If you want to hear about autumn, you don't know, just knock on the east fence.
Xie, who is hiding it, and the same flower is late at the end?
How lonely is the frost in the garden, and how can Qiong Gui miss it?
If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while?
Nine, Jia Tanchun's "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.
X. Shi Xiangyun's "Ju Ying"
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, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.
Xi. Lin Daiyu's Chrysanthemum Dream
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 to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Twelve, Jia Tanchun's "endgame"
The frost gradually poured on the road, and the feast was only after the light snow.
Pedicels are indifferent to fragrant gold, and branches are not covered with green leaves.
It's cold and late in Wan Li.
Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.