The hatred of spring and the sadness of autumn are all caused by oneself. Who is the beauty of the beautiful face and moonlight? Is this a poem by Lin Daiyu?

(1) The police fantasy fairy leads Baoyu to the "Unfortunate Life Division" in the illusion of Taixu. There is a couplet written on both sides: Spring hates autumn and sorrow is caused by oneself. Who can be beautiful for the beauty of the moon.

(2) These two lines of poems are not Lin Daiyu’s poems. They are a general summary of the fate of the women in "The Misfortune", including Lin Daiyu’s fate.

(3) The main idea of ??the poem is that the sadness caused by the falling red leaves is caused by one's own inability to control one's own emotions. It is hard to find a close friend, and the youth in the blooming season flies away in the blink of an eye.

(4) Lin Daiyu’s poems include: Stormy evening in the autumn window, poems on flower burials, poems on handkerchiefs, etc. There is also the sad and unforgettable sentence "The cold moon buries the flower soul".

(5) Autumn Window Stormy Evening: (Excerpt this group for your taste.)

Autumn flowers are pale, 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 I 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. In whose autumn courtyard is there no wind, and where is the autumn window without the 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.