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 the wild goose, and I sit and listen to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again in Chongyang?
-constant
Visit chrysanthemums
Try it while it's sunny in first frost. Don't leave the medicine in the glass for a long time. Who planted first frost the month before? Where is autumn outside the fence?
Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If a yellow flower helps a poet, it won't be a stick today.
-Gong Yizi
Chrysanthemum planting
I brought the autumn garden and planted it in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
-Gong Yizi
play a chess game
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, shallower and deeper. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.
Shu Yun is even more arrogant. It seems that I am the only one who knows her! It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
Chrysanthemum donor
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting. There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an autumn.
First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time.
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
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 wrote in the frost at the end of the play that the mouth is fragrant to the moon.
All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only? A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
-Princess Xiaoxiang
Draw chrysanthemums
I wonder how crazy the pen after the poem is. Is it a contest between Dan Qing and Fei? Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost.
The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn. Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.
-constant
Ask chrysanthemum
If you want to know how autumn feels, you will knock on the east fence with a negative hand: when you are lonely and proud, who will hide? Late to blossom?
Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while?
-Princess Xiaoxiang
Zanju
The bottle for hedgerow planting is getting busier every day, so I have to take a break to recognize the makeup in the mirror. Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol.
The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream. When you are in high spirits, clap your hands and laugh at the roadside.
-Get off at Banana Station.
Juying
Qiu Guang overlapped heavily and plunged into the third road. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon lock exquisitely.
Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, and frost seal is vivid and dreamy. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it. Who can recognize when he is drunk?
-An old friend of Xia Zhen's.
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 will complain: the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite!
-Princess Xiaoxiang
end game
The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.
It's cold and late in Wan Li. See you in the autumn wind next year, and miss you for the time being!