Daiyu appears:
Two eyebrows that look like frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that look like happiness but not happiness. The state of mind gives rise to the worry of two dimples, and the disease of tenderness attacks the whole body. Tears a little, panting slightly. When you are quiet, you are like a beautiful flower shining on the water; when you are moving, you are like a weak willow supporting the wind. The heart is one more orifice than the stems, and the disease is like Xizi, which is three points better.
Judgment:
The official list of the Twelve Hairpins in Jinling - Chai and Dai
It is a shame to stop virtue and pity Xucai.
The jade belt hangs in the forest, and the golden hairpin is buried in the snow.
Flowers at Lin Daiyu's funeral
With the flowers gone, the sky is full of flowers, and the red and fragrant flowers are gone. Who can pity her?
The hairspring is soft and tied to the floating spring tree, and the catkins fall lightly. Touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and has no place to release it.
Peeling the flowers out of the boudoir to embroider the boudoir, endure to step on the fallen flowers back and forth?
Liu Siyu Ying Zi Fang Fei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year?
In March, the fragrant nest is first built, and the swallows in the beams are too ruthless.
Although I can peck at the flowers next year, I won’t be able to leave my nest empty.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, wind, sword, frost and sword confront each other.
How long can the bright and fresh food last? It is difficult to find it once it is wandering.
The flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I worry about killing and burying the flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning alone on the flower, I shed my tears secretly, and sprinkled the empty branches with traces of blood.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The green lamp shines on the wall as I fall asleep for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
It's strange that the story is doubly saddening, half pity for spring and half anger for spring:
I feel pity for spring and then go away, and then go without saying anything.
Last night there was a sad song outside the court. Do you know whether it is the soul of the flower or the soul of the bird?
It is difficult to keep the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
I would like to grow wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a cup of pure soil to cover the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be filthy and sink into ditches.
If you die now, you will be buried, but you don’t know when you will be buried?
Now that you are buried with flowers, you will laugh like crazy. Who will be buried in the year you are buried?
Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty grows old, the flowers fall and the people die.
Lin Daiyu's poem
The half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closes the door, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade. pot.
The pistils of the stolen pear are three-thirds white, and the soul of the plum blossom is borrowed.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sewed the silk thread, and the resentful girl in autumn wiped away the traces of her cry.
I am shy and silently complaining to someone. I am tired of leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Yong Chrysanthemum
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is lost in silence while walking around the fence and knocking stones.
The hair is written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanting 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, the story has been told through the ages to this day
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Wenju
For more information No one knows the sentiments of autumn, murmuring with hands behind one's back and knocking on the east fence:
Who is so lonely and proud of the world? How can the flowers bloom so late?
Why is the frost in the dew garden so lonely? Is it true that Gui Xun is lovesick?
If you don’t want to talk to the world, why not talk about it for a while?
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
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The autumn sleep beside the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable.
To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the cries of crickets.
Who can I complain to when I wake up? There is no limit to the decaying grass and cold smoke.
Autumn window and stormy evening
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are solemn and autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the autumn window will never end, and the wind and rain will make it desolate.
How quickly the autumn wind and rain come, shocking the autumn window and the green dream of autumn.
I can’t bear to sleep with the love of autumn in my arms, and ask myself whether the autumn screen will move the candle with tears.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation of love.
Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, and whose autumn window has no sound of rain?
Luo quilt cannot withstand the force of autumn wind, and the sound of residual leakage makes the autumn rain rush.
The pulse beats again even at night, and someone seems to be weeping in front of the lamp.
The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen.
Lin Daiyu: Tang Duoling
The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance lingers on Swallow Tower. Group after group formed a blanket. Wandering
It is like a person's life is thin, empty and lingering, talking about romance.
The grass and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray.
Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life? Marry her
The east wind and spring don’t care, just go with it and endure the flood to stay!
Tipa
The eyes are empty and the tears are hanging down. To whom should I throw my leisurely toss?
How can I be sad if I give you a large piece of crocodile gauze?
Tossing beads and rolling jade only steals the day in the town, but has no intention to town in the day.
It is difficult to wipe off the sleeve edges on the pillow, leaving them with spots and spots
The colorful thread is difficult to close and the old traces of the Pearl and Xiangjiang River are blurred
There are also thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window that do not recognize the fragrance. No stains