The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains 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.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. 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. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds.
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul.
2. The poem about flowers written by Lin Daiyu in a Dream of Red Mansions is half-rolled and half-covered.
Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul.
The moon cave fairy sews clothes, and the woman in Autumn is always in my heart wipes her tears.
Who is shy and silent? On a westerly night, I fainted.
Chanting chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang
The rogue poet, the devil, invaded unconsciously and sank around the wall stone.
I wrote it in the frost at the tip of my hair and sang to the moon with fragrance in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.
Wenju-Princess Xiaoxiang
If you want to know how autumn feels, just mumble and knock on Dongli.
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If you don't talk about everything in the world, why don't you talk about it?
The first poem is about Bai Haitang's limited door basin.
3. What are the poems about flowers in A Dream of Red Mansions? 1 and Jia Yuanchun?
In the past twenty years, judging from right and wrong, Liu Bloom has taken care of Gong Wei.
Three spring fights for the early spring scenery, and the tiger meets the dream.
2. "Baochai"
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.
3, "Plum Blossom View Homesickness"
Not by the plum tree but by the willow tree, so who will pick up the painting?
I didn't remember the arrival of Chunxiang when I met again. It was another year to say goodbye to the west wind.
4. "Li Wan"
Who is like an orchid after the spring breeze of peaches and plums bears fruit?
Like ice water, you are jealous in an empty space, and you play jokes on others in vain.
5. Immortal Monument-Lin Daiyu
Where famous gardens are built, fairyland is not the world of mortals.
Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.
He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.
Whose poems are those flowers in a dream of red mansions? A Dream of Red Mansions is a classic that Cao Xueqin can't surpass. Its medicine, culture, diet, poetry and other cultures are all studied and respected by people. Who will you think of after reading these poems?
1. Steal a pear stone and borrow a plum blossom soul. (Dai Yu's "Bai Hai Tang Fu")
Second, each incense is divided into three roads, and it is an autumn opposite the book thrower. (Xiang Yun's "For Chrysanthemum")
Third, the short temples are cold and stained with three dew, and Gegenxiang is dyed with nine autumn cream. (Tanchun "Zanju")
Fourth, Xiao Shu's head is sitting by the hedge, and he is singing in the Leng Xiang with his arms folded. (Xiang Yun "Game")
Five, the hair is beautiful and the cream is written, and the mouth is fragrant. (Dai Yu's "Singing Chrysanthemum")
Six, aloof who hide together, as late as bloom? (Dai Yu's "Ask Chrysanthemum")
Seven, the flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")
Eight, the quality is clean and tidy, and it is not allowed to sink into the ditch. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")
Nine, there is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn. (Eat Crabs by Baochai)
Ten, cold pond crossing the crane shadow, Leng Yue buried the soul of poetry. (Daiyu+Xiangyun's "Mid-Autumn Festival Evening Couplet")
5. The sentences describing flowers in A Dream of Red Mansions chant the words "Bai Haitang" and "Limited Pot Gate".
Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget. My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.
Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late. Baochai cherished Fang Zi's posture, covered the door during the day, and joined hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul. Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting. Baoyu's autumn color reflects the heavy door, and the seven balances become a full basin of snow.
Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul. The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and the rain adds a tear.
Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk. Daiyu half-rolled the curtain and half-covered the door, grinding ice into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night. A fairy from Xiangyun went down to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.
Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and their souls leave Guan Qian. Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.
But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache. Secondly, the terrace leads to Robbie Gate, which is also suitable for corners and basins.
Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness. Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
The dark color wants to persuade Chang 'e, and the night is dim in the empty corridor. Chrysanthemum poetry recalls chrysanthemum, looking at the west wind and meditating, when reeds are red and white, 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 missed my heart and left with the goose. I sat listening to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me to see you at Chongyang?
Hongyi, the son of chrysanthemum planting, moved here with a hoe in the autumn nursery, so he planted chrysanthemums 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.
For this old friend of Juzhenxia, it is really a pleasure to play the piano and think about wine, not to mention that several cases are Tingting. Every other seat is divided into three roads, and the book thrower faces the 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.
I don't know how crazy it is to draw a chrysanthemum, but I don't know how crazy it is. 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.
I was busy planting flowers in the hedge, so I looked at my 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.
Chrysanthemum dream xiaoxiang concubine fence edge autumn sleep clear, clouds with unclear 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 to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Interview with childe Juyi. Try it while there is frost and sunshine. Don't stay for a long time. Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.
Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If the yellow flower pities the poet, it will not hang the pole today.
Moving to the old friend's garden is shallow and deep, which is more expensive than gold. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.
It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant. It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
Chanting chrysanthemum, xiaoxiang concubines, rogue poets, demons unconsciously invaded and sank around the fence. There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
I asked Princess Ju Xiaoxiang about her autumn feelings, mumbling a negative hand to knock on Dongli. Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?
Qiu Guang, an old friend of Ju Ying Zhen Xia, has many intersections and dives in three ways. 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, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.
The dew of the residual chrysanthemum and plantain is gradually falling, and the feast is only a light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.
It's cold and late in Wan Li. Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.
6. What are the "flowers" poems in A Dream of Red Mansions? 1. Distinguishing between right and wrong for twenty years, Liu bloom's palace photo.
Three spring fights for the early spring scenery, and the tiger meets the dream. 2, "Baochai" cherished Fangzi to cover the door during the day and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul. Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting. 3. "Looking Back on the Past of Plum Blossoms" is not at the plum blossom side but at the willow side, so who will pick up the painting?
I didn't remember the arrival of Chunxiang when I met again. It was another year to say goodbye to the west wind. 4, "Li Wan" peach and plum spring breeze bears fruit, who is like a pot of orchids in the end.
Like ice water, you are jealous in an empty space, and you play jokes on others in vain. 5. Where the famous garden of "Fairy Fairy Garden-Lin Daiyu" was built, fairyland is different from the world of mortals.
Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers. Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.
He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car. .
7. Analyze the symbolic meaning of "flower" by combining the poems in A Dream of Red Mansions.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears? Say it again, the flowers are flying all over the sky? )
The spring pavilion (xiè) floats softly, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; (also full of unreleased melancholy; )
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling 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. [3] 360 days a year, the wind knife frost sword, strict coercion;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was crushed to death in front of the steps (suffocated);
Stealing a flower hoe and crying alone (also called secretly crying by a flower hoe), spilling blood on the branches above.
The azaleas are silent at dusk, and the lotus [reading the fourth sound] hoes the back and covers the heavy door;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble; (nóng, what's the matter? What's the matter with you? )
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?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May wings be born under the threat of slaves (some say wings will be born on this day) and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind;
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?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
The whole poem shows Dai Yu's sentimental character, inner contradictions and pains, subtle and complicated psychological activities through rich and peculiar imagination, bleak and sad pictures and strong sad emotions, and expresses her anxious experience of her own existence and confused feelings about life in the complex struggle between life and death, love and hate. Personize flowers, compare people to people with flowers, closely link the fate of flowers with the fate of people, and strongly accuse the evil forces that destroy flowers and harm people in the dark society. Write flowers clearly, people truly, and integrate the experience, fate, thoughts and feelings of characters into the description of scenery and things to create a vivid artistic conception with rich connotation and strong artistic appeal.
8. Daiyu's poems about burying flowers are because there are many versions now, and no one knows which one.
Who has pity when flowers are buried and flowers are blooming and flowers are flying all over the sky There is also a saying that flowers are flying all over the sky. ) the hair is soft and fragrant, and the hair touches the embroidered curtain. (also known as the soft spring of spring), the daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to complain about her sadness; (also full of sadness) I hoed the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endured falling 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 Zhongyan 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; How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and he is worried about killing (suffocating) the flower burying person in front of the steps; Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The azaleas are silent at dusk, and the lotus [reading the fourth sound] hoes the back and covers the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble; 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? It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Tips are not accepted, a pile of pure land hides the wind; 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? Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
9. Good Poems in a Dream of Red Mansions Good words and sentences in a Dream of Red Mansions: 1 Flowers wither and fly all over the sky. Who pities Hong Xiang? 2. The gossamer floats in the spring pavilion, and the floc touches the embroidered curtain.
3, the boudoir daughter cherishes the spring dusk, and she is full of nowhere to complain. 4. Flowers hoe out embroidered curtains and endure falling flowers.
5. The pods of willow and elm come from wheat straw, regardless of peach blossom floating or Li Fei. 6. Peaches and plums can be delivered again next year. Who do you know the year after next? In July and March, the fragrant nest has been built, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! 8. Although Ming can peck at flowers and hairs, he doesn't lean on the empty nest.
9, 360 days a year, the wind knife frost sword is strict. 10, when will it shine? Once adrift, it's hard to find.
165438+ 12, I only shed tears on the flower hoe, and I saw blood on the branches above.
13, Du Fu is speechless. It's already dusk, and the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door. 14, blue light on the wall, cold rain knocking on the door, not warm.
15, strange things are doubly depressing, half pity and half trouble. 16, Xichun suddenly went to worry and silence.
17, sang a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? 18, the soul of flowers and birds is always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of being wordless. 19, may the slaves grow wings under their ribs and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
20. After all, where is Xiangshan? 2 1, no beautiful bones, pure land to shelter the wind. 22. It is better to clean up the quality than to sink in the ditch.
23. I am a dead slave and I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die. 24. The slave who buried the flowers smiled today. Who did he know when he buried the slaves? 25, try to see the spring flowers gradually fall, that is, when the beauty dies of old age. 26. There is no sad song for me, I don't know! This case is full of absurd words and a bitter tear.
Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste? -A Dream of Red Mansions Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable. Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass on the wasteland is missing.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but gold and silver can't forget them; In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time. Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only wives can't forget them; You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only children and grandchildren can't forget them; Since ancient times, there have been many infatuated parents. Who has seen filial piety for children and grandchildren? -"A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Good Songs" The humble room is empty and the bed is full; Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window.
What do you say about thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are the temples frosted again? Yesterday, the loess dragon sent bones, and tonight, the red light lies at the bottom of the account. A box full of gold and a box full of silver, everyone is slandering beggars.
I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back! If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future. Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane! Because the gauze cap is too small, it locks the cangue bar; I felt cold in my coat yesterday, but now I feel purple python is long: noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think my hometown is my hometown.
That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on the wedding dresses for other girls! -"A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Good Songs" are also true and false when they are false, and inaction is everywhere. -A Dream of Red Mansions is a stone archway in a dreamland. One is Xian Fanpa in Yuen Long, and the other is Mei Yu's unreasonable behavior.
If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty? One speaks in vain, and the other cares nothing; One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. How many tears can you have in your eyes? How does autumn flow to the end of winter and spring flow to summer?
-"A Dream of Red Mansions" is full of flowers. Who pities Hong Xiang? The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. She hoes flowers out of embroidered boudoir with both hands and endures falling flowers. Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless. 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 bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo is silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe answers the door. The blue light fell asleep against the wall, and the window was not warm. Blame it on the ass. It hurts the spirit twice. It's half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly becomes trouble, and even silence is deaf.
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 wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die? The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury? 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! -"A Dream of Red Mansions" Lin Daiyu's funeral speech recalled the west wind and meditated.
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 chrysanthemum, while first frost gave it a try, the glass was filled with mo 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.
-Prince Hongyi planted chrysanthemums, moved them to the autumn nursery with a hoe, and planted them 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.
-Yi Gongzi's move to Chrysanthemum Garden is more expensive than gold, a little shallow and a clump deep. 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. -pillow summer old friends offer chrysanthemums and play the piano to consider wine. Very likable. A few cases adorn you.
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. -Sleeping in the summer, old friends sing chrysanthemums, rogue poets are ignorant and ignorant, and they sink their voices around the fence.
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 loves painting chrysanthemums and poems. Is it a contest between painters and painters? Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost. Light and thick gods will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance of autumn wrists will escape.
Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang. -Constantly ask Chrysanthemum if she wants to know the feelings of autumn, mumbling to knock on the fence: Who is lonely and proud? Late to blossom? Why is the garden lonely? Hong Zhu Gui.