Winter Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions

The fiftieth time in A Dream of Red Mansions, I wrote winter poems: Lu seeks unity, poems are warm, and spring lanterns are elegant. The whole poem is as follows:

Xifeng: The north wind is tight all night.

Li Wan: Open the door. It is still snowing. In the white mud,

Xiangling: Cherish Qiong Yao everywhere. Deliberately pity the hay,

Tanchun: No intention to decorate reeds. The high-priced village has matured.

Li Qi: Young husband Liang Rao. Move the fly ash pipe,

Wen Li: Yang comes back and forth. Hanshan has lost its green color,

Haze: frozen pu doesn't smell the tide. Easy to hang willow trees,

Xiangyun: It is difficult to pile bananas with broken leaves. Musk coal fuming tripod,

Baoqin: golden mink with sleeve cage. Take away the window mirror,

Daiyu: Pepper sticks to the wall. The oblique wind remains the same,

Baoyu: Talking in a dream. Where is the plum flute,

Baochai: Whose Yu Di? Ojokun's shaft was trapped,

Xiangyun: Dragon War Array Cloud Needle. The desolate coast is lonely,

Baoqin: Yinbian refers to Baqiao Bridge. Give Qiu pity and care,

Xiangyun: Add some words to read the news. Judging foreign risks,

Baochai: Zhike is afraid of being shaken. With a light pace,

Daiyu: Dance with the waist. Cooking taro has become a new reward.

Baoyu: Sprinkling salt is an old saying. Weeds are still fishing,

Baoqin: A forest axe doesn't smell firewood. Hidden like a thousand peaks,

Xiangyun: The snake is far away. The edge of the flower is condensed by cold,

Tanchun: the color is afraid of frost fading. Scared birds in the deep courtyard,

Smoke: the empty mountain cries the old stork. Up and down the steps,

Xiangyun: The pool floats. Shining at dawn,

Daiyu: Colorful people will stay up all night. Forget three feet of cold,

Xiangyun: the nine friends of Ruishi. Who asked me when I was lying dead,

Baoqin: Wandering around like a guest. The cat broke the belt,

Xiangyun: Haicheng fell.

Daiyu: Loneliness to Taiwan Pavilion,

Xiangyun: Poor and pregnant.

Baoqin: The tea is on.

Xiangyun: Boiling wine leaves is hard to burn.

Daiyu: Without a broom,

Baoqin: Burying the piano is a child's choice.

Xiangyun: the stone building sleeps leisurely,

Daiyu: brocade warms the cat.

Baoqin: the moon hole turns over the silver wave,

Xiangyun: Downtown is a hidden red sign.

Daiyu: Qin is chewy,

Baochai: Dripping water makes bamboo drunk.

Baoqin: Or a wet mandarin duck belt,

Xiangyun: Jade is out of date.

Daiyu: There is still no wind.

Baoqin: It will rain even if it doesn't rain.

Li Wan: If you want to be happy today,

Li Qi: I wish Shunyao with a poem.