Appreciation of Chrysanthemum Poem in Dream of Red Mansions
Baochai (Heng Wujun)
Recalling Chrysanthemums
Gazing at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, Polygonum The red reed is white and the heart is broken.
There is no trace of autumn in the empty fence and old garden, and there is knowledge in the thin moon and clear frost.
I will return to the wild goose with my heart in mind, and I will sit there and listen to the late anvils.
Who will take pity on me because of my yellow flower disease, and say comfort words that I will meet again on the Double Ninth Festival.
Baoyu (Mr. Yihong)
Visiting Ju
Take advantage of the frost and clear weather to try a trip. Do not leave the wine glass and medicine cup soaked.
Whose family will plant it under the moonlight before the frost? Where will there be worries outside the threshold and by the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough.
If Huang Hua takes pity on the poet, he will not bear the burden of hanging the head of his staff today.
Baoyu (Mr. Yihong)
Planted chrysanthemums
He brought a hoe to the autumn garden and planted it by the fence in front of the courtyard.
It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost.
Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine.
The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.
Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia)
To the chrysanthemums
The chrysanthemums moved from other gardens are more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep.
Ketou sat by the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
In the past few years, there has been no one in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth.
Don’t live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of the shade.
Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia)
Offering chrysanthemums
It is a joy to play the piano and drink wine, and several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space.
The incense spreads across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels.
Proud of the world, because of the same smell, the spring breeze did not flood the peaches and plums.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Chanting Chrysanthemum
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is lost in silence while walking around the fence and knocking stones.
The writing is delicate and beautiful, written in the frost, and the words are fragrant and chant to the moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words.
Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day.
Baochai (Heng Wujun)
Painting Chrysanthemum
I don’t know how to be mad in poetry and drama, how can it be a contest of painting and painting.
The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn.
Don’t waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
Daiyu (the concubine of Xiaoxiang)
Asking Ju
Wanting to know about the autumn mood, which no one knows, she murmured and knocked on the east fence with her hands behind her hands.
Who is hiding in the lonely and proud world? The same flower blooms late?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, how can the crickets be sick and miss each other?
Hugh If you have nothing to say about the world, why not explain it in a few words?
Exploring the spring (banana guests)
Hairpins and chrysanthemums
I am busy planting bottles for fences every day, so I never recognize the makeup in the mirror.
Mr. Chang'an is obsessed with flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost.
The high sentiments are not appreciated by the eyes of the time, so you can clap your hands and laugh by the wayside.
Xiangyun (old friend of Zhenxia)
Chrysanthemum shadow
The autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths.
The sparse windows and lamps depict the distance and the near, and the sieves of the fence are broken and the moon locks are exquisite.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the spirit dream but it is empty.
Don’t cherish the secret fragrance and break it to pieces. No matter who is drunk, the eyes will be hazy.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Chrysanthemum Dream
I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were indistinguishable.
To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang and produce butterflies, but to recall the past and seek Tao Lingmeng.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild geese to break away, and when I am frightened, I come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets.
Who can I complain to when I wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke are endless.
Exploring the spring (banana guests)
The remaining chrysanthemums
The dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
The pedicle has lingering fragrance and is golden, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the crickets are sick, and the clouds are cold and the wild geese are late.
The autumn wind knows that we will meet again next year, so don’t miss us when we break up for the time being.
Chrysanthemum (Jin Dynasty) Yuan Song
The chrysanthemums are planted on the secluded cliffs, promoting the beauty of Linghan.
Spring dew does not stain, autumn frost does not change the stripes.
Fuchou (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
Every time I hate Tao Pengze, I have no money for chrysanthemums.
Now that the ninth day has arrived, I realize that I need to buy wine on credit.
Sparse shadows. Chrysanthemum shadows (Qing Dynasty) Chen Keqin
Autumn has no place to find, and the earth is full of broken shadows, but it is still full of autumn. The rhyme of the fence roots and the shaking of the moon and cage of clouds are also desolate and interesting. Some people are leaning on the corner of the railing, swaying, and hurting their autumn mood. I am very sad and thin, and my beautiful face is transformed into a beautiful soul.
Fortunately, it’s not too late. More importantly, the Double Ninth Festival is over, and the wind and rain are gone. The paintings are unclear, stacked one on top of another, lying horizontally in the courtyard in the cool night. The cold west wind makes it difficult to wake up from the dream, but the smoke is whispering in the dark. Waiting for courtesy, in order to summon the night lamp, move it up to the plain screen to take a look.
Mo Ju (Yuan Dynasty) Hu Bu
On the day Peng Ze returned, his plain clothes were dotted with dust.
After Wu Sha was drunk, he hung it on a chrysanthemum branch.
Peach Blossom Chrysanthemum (Yuan Dynasty) Wang Yun
Tears shed on the imperial concubine and she sends dew flowers. Changing the roots is not for storing cinnabar.
There are many kinds of yellow, light, white and broken, and the fresh green and red are all in one family.
The poet writes poems to pity the late festival, and the savage compiles the musical score.
The frost and dew in autumn are ruthless, and the clouds will protect the colorful clouds.
Duoli. Yong Baiju (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao
The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate the rustling, the ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It's not like the imperial concubine's drunken face; nor is it like Sun Shou's frown. Han Jin steals the fragrance, and the lady's wife is a fan. Don't compare them with each other. Take a closer look at the Qi and Qu Ping pottery orders, and the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance lingers, not reducing the fragrance. Gradually autumn falls, the snow becomes clear and the jade becomes thinner, relying infinitely on people. It seems like the worry is condensing, Han Gao is undressing the pendant; it is like the tears are falling, and the Wan fan is writing poems. The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and beautiful. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why do we need to remember it more, Zepan Dongli?
Eastern Jin Dynasty) Tao Yuanming
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.
With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best in the world.
Qiu Ju (Tang Dynasty) Luo Binwang
Promote the beauty of the three autumn evenings, and bloom in ten steps.
The sun is smiling all over the yellow, and the green sun is shaking in the wind.
The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore.
Jin Qiao can be the same as others, but who can be the same as jade?
Playing with white chrysanthemums with Linghu Xianggong (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi
Every chrysanthemum is all yellow, and the Liang Kingdom is as lonely as frost. The pure and beautiful tree is clearly opposite to the jade hall.
Immortals wear snow cloaks, while plain girls hate red makeup. White butterflies are hard to see when they arrive, but linen clothes are even more fragrant when brushed.
The west wind shakes the feather fan, containing dew and nectar. The high beauty covers the silver well, and the branches cover the elephant bed.
The osmanthus clusters gradually grow together, and the plum blossoms are jealous of their beauty. Once you enter the Yaohua chant, the music will be played from then on.
White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.
It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.
Yellow Flower (Song Dynasty) Zhu Shuzhen
The earth flower can be white or red, and you can love this work in the late festival.
I would rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind.
Er Seju (Qing Dynasty) Cheng Xianzhen
The beauty is dressed in yellow, and the rest is in purple.
No better than Xuan Chunpa, Yao Wei is the enemy of the family.