Baochai (Heng)
Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and heartbroken.
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 my heart and go back to the wild goose. It is too late to sit and listen.
Who pities my thinness and comforts me goodbye?
Lin Jiangxian (Xue Baochai)
Bai Yutang Spring Dance, Kochinda Volume. Bees and butterflies make a mess. How many times have you gone with the flow?
Never change, let him get together and let him leave. Laughter has no roots in youth, and good winds help me get to Qingyun.
Six Poems by Xue Baochai: Poems by Bai Haitang
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Marriage fat washes away the shadow of the autumn stage, and ice and snow attract the soul.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.
Too many, including writing about her. Come on, everybody.