A dream of red mansions poem about spring 1. Poems of spring, summer, autumn and winter described by Baoyu in a Dream of Red Mansions.
He doesn't write winter poems, but only spring and autumn. Take a look, these are probably all available. In addition, the 18th edition of Visible Apricot Curtain written by Daiyu on behalf of Baoyu, the seventieth edition of Tanchun written by Baoyu and his son are not included, nor is The Red Bean Song. Look for it. I can't find it.
Four couplets around the dike borrow three green flowers, and the flowers on the other side are divided into one vein. Baoding tea fragrance is still green, the quiet window chess is still cool, and the new green adds Huan Ge. Good clouds are fragrant, and those who pick Qin sing cardamom, and dreams are also fragrant. In the eighteenth time, there was a Feng Baoyu who wanted to show his early growth and was worthy of being called a phoenix. The poles are dripping. They are all green. Robbie helps the fragrance. The soft lining of three spring grasses gently drags a wisp of fragrance. Light smoke curled up and cold green fell into the corridor. Who said that the pond is curved? Hongyi is fast, the green is deep, and it is quiet during the day. Green wax is still rolling in spring, and red makeup stays up all night. The railing hangs crimson sleeves and the stone protects the smoke. In the east wind, the master should put the dreamer of spring in front of him. Who is crying for the tears? I am angry with my little flower for worrying about him. Born lazy, lazy, can't bear to talk often. In summer, a tired embroidered beauty dreams long, and a golden cage parrot calls tea soup. The window is bright and clean, the palace mirror is open, and the room is fragrant. Amber cups are slippery, glass sills are cool, and water pavilions are everywhere. The well is floating with the dew of wet crows. I carried the maids to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the sill went back to Cui Hua. I couldn't sleep at night because I was thirsty for wine, so I made tea again. In winter night, I had a beautiful dream and didn't sleep well. I only saw cranes in Song Ying, but I didn't hear songbirds everywhere. Daughter Cui Xiu Shi Han, son Jin Diao drank wine. The seventh paragraph is full of snow. Bathing is too real to make the shadow of ice, holding the heart of the jade as the soul. The breeze will not dispel a thousand sorrows, and the drizzle will add a trace of tears. Leaning on the painting column alone, clearing the anvil and complaining about the flute will send you to dusk. The thirty-eighth time "Visiting Chrysanthemum" was idle when the frost was clear, and the wine glass medicine stayed for a long time. Who was planted in first frost the month before last, and where is the worry outside the threshold? Wax is far away, so don't bear the burden of hanging crutches today. Chrysanthemums were planted in the autumn garden with hoes, so they were planted in front of the fence. I didn't expect to live in the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost. I coldly sang thousands of autumn poems, drank a glass of ice wine, watered the spring with soil, protected my diligence, and let me know that the well diameter is absolutely dusty. Singing crabs prefer the clawed osmanthus tree shade and pour vinegar on ginger crazily. I don't want a gentleman's bottle of dew, I just want the beauty of a widow.
After China's entry into WTO, red snow and cold snow are adopted, and purple clouds are cut with dust fragrance. If you care about poetry and thin shoulders, your clothes are still covered with Buddha moss.
Back to the seventy-eighth "Zen Poetry", the king was brave and lustful, so he taught beautiful women to ride and shoot. You can't be happy when you sing and dance, but you are complacent when you fight.
There's no dust ahead, general. It's at a red light. You can smell the breath when you are in power, and the frost spear and snow sword are delicate and difficult to lift.
Lilacs borrow hibiscus flowers, not pearls. After the war, I was so scared at night that I was stained with powder.
Bandits will go to Shandong next year, like tigers and leopards. The king led the mountain soldiers to destroy, and the first world war failed.
The fishy wind blows the wheat, and the sunshine is empty. The castle peak is silent, and the truth comes out. It is the time when King Heng died in battle.
In the rain, the bones are stained with blood, and in the cold moon and dusk, ghosts guard the bodies. Soldiers in succession only keep themselves safe, and Qingzhou sees dust.
Unexpectedly, I am loyal, loyal, and angry with Wang Heng. Who can count the winners? Lin Siniang, an infant general.
Ordered to drive away Zhao's daughter, Li Yan came to the battlefield. Embroidered saddle has tears and heavy spring worries, so it's really silent and cold at night.
It's a close call. Take an oath to the former king. Thieves are rampant and invincible.
Ma Jian's rouge is fragrant into the bone marrow, and his soul is separated by Guo Cheng's hometown. When The Xing Chi Times entered the capital, whose children were not sad! The son of heaven panicked and worried about his loss. At this time, civil and military officials bowed their heads.
What happened? Civil and military officials are not as good as Lin Sinian in the boudoir? I sigh for Zhang Sinian, but I still hesitate after singing! Note: The seventy-eighth "Daughter of Lotus" written for the female general Lin Siniang is a hard-won Yuan, and it is a glorious moon. On the days when there is nothing to do, the turbid jade of Hongyi Garden is dedicated to the stamen, the pot of ice fish, the fragrant spring and the tea of maple dew: although the four are small, they are sincere sacrifices to Betty Palace. His hometown surname has long been neglected.
And jade in the pillow comb, perched on the evening of the banquet tour, love and blasphemy, and * * *, only five years in August. Looking back on a woman's life, its quality means that she is not rich in gold and jade, while her body means that she is not rich in ice and snow.
If it is a god, neither the stars nor the sun can describe its essence, but its appearance is not enough to describe its color. My sister likes fresh, and she likes Yang Huide.
Unexpectedly, the pigeon hates its height and the eagle is surprised; I envy its smell, but I envy it. Huayuan himself is afraid, how can he be arrogant? Liu Ben is so sad, why not take a bath! I was occasionally injured by methods, so I got sick.
So the cherry lips are red and faded, and the rhyme is groaning; Apricot noodles are fragrant and dry, and the color is old and ugly. Rumors and criticisms come from the screen; Thorns and hazel trees, covered with windows.
Endless, and endless. High standards of jealousy, women hate Changsha; Chastity and danger, women are inferior to geese.
Self-storage bitterness, who pity death? Fairy clouds, sweet toes are hard to find. Mainland fans gather in caves. Where is the fragrance of death? If the sea fails, there will be no medicine for rebirth.
Eyebrows were black and blue, and I was still painting yesterday; The ring is cold, but who is warm today? The medicine left in the cauldron is still there, and the traces of tears are still there. The mirror is divided into shadows, and the moon is opened; Comb dragonflies, mourn sandalwood and cloud teeth.
Entrust the gold to the grass, pick up the jade box and throw it into the dust. Loukong magpie, hanging from the needle of Qixi; Who will continue the five elements without Yuanyang? KuangNai Jintian is a festival, Shi Si, Bai Di; Lonely dream, empty room is empty.
The moon is dark and windy, and the fragrant soul disappears with the beautiful image; Zhang Rongxiang residual, jiao breathe * * * thin waist. Even the sky is fading, it is not alone; Crickets are everywhere.
The exposed steps were laid late and the curtains were not cold; The rain falls on the autumn wall, and the courtyard next door looks at the flute. The name is still alive, and the parrot is still calling in front of the eaves; Brilliant quality will die, and the begonia outside the threshold will wither ahead of time.
After grabbing the screen, the lotus petals are silent; In front of the grass court, Lan Fang was in vain. Throw away the remaining embroidery thread and silver stationery.
2. Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions that describe the grievances in spring.
1, the fifth time, the couplet next to "Begonia Sleeping in Spring": tender cold locks dreams because of spring cold, and the aroma cage is wine. The second time, the eighteenth time, the green wax of Baoyu's poem "Hongyi Fast Green" was still in the spring roll, and the red makeup stayed up all night. The third time, spring scenery is the thing, and the lane is more important.
It's cold on the pillow and raining outside the window. Who are the tears of Yingying Candle crying for? A little flower is sad and angry for me.
Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand the frequency of jokes. 4. The lyrics of the Twenty-third Romance of the West Chamber were originally colorful, as if they were all given to Duan Jingrui Garden ... For you, it is as beautiful as flowers and flows like water ... 5. In the Twenty-sixth Romance, Baodi borrowed the lyrics of the Romance of the West Chamber: "Sleepy every day." "If I spend my honeymoon with an affectionate lady like you, how can I be willing to fold the quilt?"
Personally, I think this is the ultimate work of "A Dream of Red Mansions" to write about spring sorrow and resentment. Flowers wither and fly all over the sky. Who is pity when the red disappears and the fragrance breaks? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain.
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again. The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can it be glamorous? Once adrift, it's hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, suffocating the flower burial man in front of the steps.
Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. The strange farmer's ass is twice as depressed, half pity and half chagrin.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! 8. For the seventieth time, Lin Daiyu wrote "Peach Blossom Tour". The east wind outside the peach curtain is soft, and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain is lazy. There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom.
The east wind intends to open the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at it. The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms.
Flowers are also sad to help others, and the news outside the curtain blows through. The wind blew through the curtains, and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad.
Idle moss courtyard door is empty, railings stand on their own feet. People cry against the east wind, and skirts stand beside peach blossoms.
Peach blossom leaves are messy, and flowers bloom in red leaves. The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red.
The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow. The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrant spring shadows the cold rouge! What kind of rouge is brighter? The color of flowers makes people cry.
If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow from long to charming. Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring.
The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk. Spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtains are empty! 9. Back to the seventieth time, the words filled in by someone in the Peach Blossom Club are selected from the sentence "Nan Ke Zi" continued by Baoyu: Yinger is worried about butterflies and tired at night, and the next year's "Tang Duoling" will bid farewell to Daiyu: the powder falls into a hundred flowers, and the fragrance stays in the Yan Lou.
Each component pair appears. Wandering is also like luck, saying it is romantic.
3. A Dream of Red Mansions
Twelve Dream of Red Mansions-Introduction Year: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin opened, who is the lover? It's all about romance.
When you are lonely, try to send your stupid intentions. Therefore, the performance of this "Dream of Red Mansions" mourning for the golden jade.
Twelve pieces of a dream of red mansions-virtual eyebrow era Author: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin, one is a fairy flower, the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried? Waste children, waste care.
One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. I don't know how many tears there are in my eyes, how to stop autumn from flowing into winter and spring from flowing into summer! Twelve Poems of A Dream of Red Mansions-When Birds Cast into the Forest: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's official family business withered, and wealth, gold and silver disappeared.
If there is kindness, it will be repaid, and if there is no kindness, it will be repaid. The life I owe has been returned, and the tears I owe have been exhausted: revenge is not light, and the separation and separation are all fixed.
If you want to know about past lives, you are really lucky to be rich when you are old. He who sees through escapes into an empty net and loses his life in vain.
Just like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, the land is so clean! Twelve Poems of a Dream of Red Mansions-The Age of Hating Impermanence: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin likes splendor just in time, but hates impermanence, leaving everything behind and spending his time wandering around. The road to my hometown is far away and the mountains are very high.
So, I told my parents in my dream: My son's life is in the grave, and my family needs to step back and leave early! A Dream of Red Mansions-The Age of Happiness and Sadness: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin, when he was a baby, his parents died with a sigh. Who knows how to pet those shrubs that continue to lead the way? Fortunately, he is a generous man by nature and never cares about children.
Like the moonlight in the Jade Hall. My fellow has both talent and beauty, and won for a long time. When he was young, he must have folded into a bumpy shape.
Finally, the clouds disappeared and the water dried up the Xiangjiang River. This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste your sadness. Twelve-part Dream of Red Mansions-The Age of Empty Flowers Author: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin will explore three spring, how about peach, red and green? Knock out youth and find a bright sky.
It is said that there are many peaches in the sky and many apricots in the clouds. Who the hell saw autumn? Look at the people in Bai Yang Village sobbing, ghosts singing in the green maple forest, and what's more, the grave is covered with rotten grass. This is because the poor and the rich worked hard yesterday, and the spring and autumn flowers withered.
Who can hide like this? It is said that precious trees in the west is called whirling and bears lasting fruits. A Dream of Red Mansions-Le You: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin, Zhongshan Wolf, heartless beast, totally ignorant of heaven.
Blind charm, luxury, lust and greed. Looking at the gorgeous character of Hou Men and Liu Pu, it is really obscene to be the daughter of a lowly public official.
Sighing the fragrance of the soul, carrying a long swing. A Dream of Red Mansions-The End of Good Things: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin painted the fragrant dust of Liang Chun.
Being good at amorous feelings and grasping the moon phase is the foundation of losing home. Losing power is respectful, and the death of family affairs is the original sin.
Always because of love! Twelve Dream of Red Mansions-Age of Intellectual Fatigue: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's organs were too clever, but they killed Qing. Heartbroken before death, ethereal after death.
It is better to have a rich family, but eventually a family will die and everyone will go their separate ways. It's a waste of time to spend half your life, and it's like a long night's dream.
I am as anxious as a building and as dizzy as a lamp. Ah! One happy and one sad, lamenting that things are unpredictable! A Dream of Red Mansions-A Life's Mistake: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin Tao is a good marriage, I only look at the alliance of wood and stone.
Facing the crystal snow on the mountain, I will never forget the lonely forest in Shu Xian. Sigh that there is a fly in the ointment in the world
Even in the case of Qi Mei, its significance is hardly flat. Twelve pieces of Dream of Red Mansions-Late adolescence: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's kindness in the mirror is more worthy of fame in his dreams! Then why didn't you mention embroidery when you were young?
Only those who wear Zhu Guan and phoenix coat can't resist impermanence. Although life is hard to bear being old and poor, it is necessary to accumulate children and grandchildren.
Wearing a hairpin tassel in high spirits, a golden seal hanging on the glittering chest, a magnificent Jue Deng, and a faint and miserable yellow road near! Can ancient generals still exist? It's just a hollow reputation. Later generations admire it. Twelve pieces of A Dream of Red Mansions-Year of Qing Yu Author: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin stayed for celebration, stayed for celebration, and suddenly met a benefactor; Lucky mother, lucky mother, accumulate yin work.
Advise everyone to help the needy, and don't use my cruel uncle who loves money and forgets flesh and blood. It's multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, with the sky on it! Twelve pieces of Dream of Red Mansions-bad karma Times Author: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's temperament is like orchid, and his talent is richer than fairy.
Loneliness is human nature, and everyone is rare. Your way is to spit out the meat and see the continuation of the front edge as vulgar; But I don't know that the more jealous good people are, the cleaner the world will be.
It's a pity that this ancient temple of Qingdeng is old, which has failed to live up to the spring scenery of Pink House. In the end, I was totally ashamed and didn't want to. Like a flawless white jade stuck in the mud, why should the prince and grandson sigh? Twelve pieces of a dream of red mansions-the age of separation of flesh and blood: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin sailed three thousand stormy roads, leaving the family of flesh and blood together.
I'm afraid crying will damage my old age. I'll tell my parents to have a rest. Poverty has been fixed since ancient times, and there is no chance of clutch. From now on, we will be divided into two places, each keeping safe.
I want it back, don't get involved! House couplets in Ningfu years: Author of Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin is knowledgeable in the world, and his personal cultivation is an article. Linjiang Fairy Age: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin dances in front of Baiyun Hall in spring, and the east wind rolls evenly.
Bees swarmed around butterflies, and how many times did they disappear with the water? Is it necessary to appoint Chen Fang? Never change, let him get together and let him leave. Laughter has no roots in youth: good wind, with its power, sends me to Qingyun.
Burying flowers and singing in the Year: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and who has pity when the fragrance dies? Soft hair floats in the spring pavilion, falling hair touches the embroidered curtain? The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy; Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again? Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, smothering the flowers in front of the steps; Leaning on the flower hoe alone, shedding tears, sprinkling.
4. Poems in a Dream of Red Mansions
Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul. (Dai Yu's "Bai Hai Tang Fu")
Three paths of incense are separated, and the book thrower is opposite to one autumn. (Xiang Yun's "For Chrysanthemum")
The short temples are cold with three paths exposed, and the kudzu in September is frosty. (Tanchun's praise drama)
The branches sitting by the hedge knelt in the Leng Xiang. (Xiang Yun "Game")
Write on the beautiful side of your hair in the frost and sing to the moon with your sweet mouth. (Dai Yu's "Singing Chrysanthemum")
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? (Dai Yu's "Ask Chrysanthemum")
There is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn.
Crossing the crane shadow in the cold pond, Leng Yue buried the soul of poetry. (Dai Yu+Xiangyun's "Mid-Autumn Festival Couplet")
Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, and red incense is pitiless. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")
Clean up the quality, clean it up, and don't let the pollution sink into the ditch. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")