Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul.
The moon cave fairy sews clothes, and the woman in Autumn is always in my heart wipes her tears.
Who is shy and silent? On a westerly night, I fainted.
Chanting chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang
The rogue poet, the devil, invaded unconsciously and sank around the wall stone.
I wrote it in the frost at the tip of my hair and sang to the moon with fragrance in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.
Wenju-Princess Xiaoxiang
If you want to know how autumn feels, just mumble and knock on Dongli.
When you stood coldly, who hid and Bloom was late?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If you don't talk about everything in the world, why don't you talk about it?
The first poem is about Bai Haitang's limited door basin.
2. Who can recite Daiyu's poem "When Flowers Fall in bloom" and Lin Daiyu's funeral speech?
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.
There are no sad songs for me, flowers falling and people dying.
3. Who can recite Daiyu's poem When Flowers Fall in bloom? Lin Daiyu's funeral speech was full of flowers and plants. Who has pity when the fragrance dies? The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir misses the spring dusk and looks sad. She hoes flowers out of embroidered boudoir with both hands and endures falling flowers. 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 is silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe answers the door. The blue light fell asleep against the wall, and the window was not warm.
Blame it on the ass. It hurts the spirit twice. It's half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly becomes trouble, and even silence is deaf. 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.
There are no sad songs for me, flowers falling and people dying.