What are the poems written by Cao Xueqin?

Half-down and half-poor, sick and resentful, literary grace and decoration are useless, leaving only the red chamber for future generations. What a bitter life? The party is over.

Sorrow and joy are still illusory, and ancient and modern dreams are absurd.

Talking about tea is heavy, more infatuated and more bitter.

It's extraordinary that you have worked hard for ten years. full of wild talk

A bitter tear.

All words are stupid.

Who knows the taste?