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.
Lin Daiyu's poems
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Chanting chrysanthemum
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon 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.
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Ask chrysanthemum
Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:
Who is lonely and proud of the world, who is secluded, and who is dying with flowers?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Jumeng
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.
The autumn window is stormy
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.
I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly, break the autumn window and make Qiu Meng green.
Love autumn can't bear to sleep, ask yourself if autumn screen is in tears.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.
There is no wind in the autumn courtyard and no rain in the autumn window.
Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent.
Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.
The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Lin Daiyu: Tang Duoling.
The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance stays in Yanlou. Crowds of people lined up to form a carpet. flotage
It is also like a thin life, empty and romantic.
Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald. Alas, who will give up and accept this life? marry
Regardless of the east wind and spring, go by yourself and stay for a long time!
Tipa
When you are completely blind, who do you throw your tears at?
It's not sad to give you a gift that is listless all over.
Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town.
I finally wiped off the sleeves on the pillow and let him be found and dirty.
The color lines of the old traces on the Zhu Xiang River are blurred.
There are also thousands of bamboos in front of the window.