[Wrong life] All is a good marriage of gold and jade, I only remember the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, I see the crystal snow of the nobles in the mountains, and I will never forget the lonely forest of the fairyland in the world. I sigh that the world is full of flaws today. Fang Xin. Even if the case is raised with eyebrows, it’s difficult to get over it.
This is the name Baochai written in the lyrics of the Dream of the Red Mansions song that the police fantasy fairy showed Baoyu
Ninghui Zhongrui plaque< /p>
The Fang Yuan is built to the west of the imperial city, and the auspicious clouds cover the sky.
The tall willows are happy to move the orioles out of the valley, and they are waiting for the Phoenix to come when they are repairing the bamboo.
The style of writing has been established. On the eve of the tour, Xiaohua Yinglong returned to the province.
The wise and talented immortal is full of colorful pens, so he is so ashamed that he dares to say goodbye again.
This was mentioned by everyone when the Grand View Garden was first completed. Poems written by Baochai
He shed tears of hero and separated from the virgin family. Xie Merci was ordained under the lotus pedestal. There was no chance of separation in the blink of an eye. We came and went naked without any worries. Where can we ask for cigarettes, raincoats, and rain hats to roll alone? As long as my mango shoes are broken, my bowl will be left to chance!
Whoever carries two sleeves of cigarettes after court will always have no chance of being in the quilt beside the piano.
Xiaochou does not need chicken repayment, and there will be no trouble for the maid for five nights. Tim.
The anxious head turns day after day, and the heart burns day after day.
Time flies and must be cherished, and the wind and rain are cloudy and sunny, and the changes are allowed.
Both of these are lantern riddles made by Baochai
Begonia Poems
Treasuring the beauty and keeping the door closed during the day, holding hands with the urn and filling the moss basin.
Rouge wash The shadows of the autumn steps appear, and the ice and snow attract the naked soul.
You will know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very pale, and how can you get the jade without a trace if you are sad.
Want to repay the White Emperor for his cleanliness, Wuyu Ting The day is dim again.
Recalling Chrysanthemums
Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reeds are white and the heart is broken.
The empty fence and old garden have no trace of autumn, There is knowledge in the thin moon, clear frost, and dreams.
Thinking of my heart and returning to the wild geese, I sit alone and listen to the late anvils.
Who takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease, and comfort me with words of hope that I will see you again on the Double Ninth Festival.< /p>
Painting chrysanthemums
I don’t know how to be crazy when I am writing poems, how can it be a waste of time to compete with painting.
The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. .
The faint fragrance of God meets the shadow of the wind, and escapes the fragrance of autumn.
Don’t miss the east fence for leisurely picking, and stick to the screen to chat to comfort the Double Ninth Festival.
< p>Ode to the Crab of BaoyuSitting in mourning under the shade of cinnamon and tung trees, Chang'an salivates in anticipation of the Double Ninth Festival.
The road in front of us has no latitude and longitude, and the spring and autumn sky in the skin is black and yellow.
Chrysanthemum is used to prevent the accumulation of coldness in the wine, and ginger is used to prevent coldness.
What benefit will it be if the cauldron is put down today? There is still the fragrance of grain and millet in the moon pool.
Everyone I also wrote a five-character rhythm in Luxue'an. Baochai naturally participated here, so I don't want the poster to be interested in reading it by myself
Liu Catkin Ci
The spring dance in front of Baiyu Hall, the east wind blows evenly .The bees and butterflies are in chaos. How can I have to live in the dust after passing away? Thousands of threads will never change, let them gather and divide. The laughter of the time has no roots, and the good wind often takes advantage of it and sends me to the blue clouds. !
It should be relatively complete