Daiyu is extremely brave.
Children are charming, charming,
Poets! Poets are a mess!
See what the northern countries show: Hundreds of leagues ice-bound go; Thousands of leagues flies snow.
It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and friends and relatives in Luoyang ask each other questions. A piece of ice is frozen in the cold string of the jade pot ice spring, and it can't stop biting snow and drinking ice for a moment. In Nong Yu, Guan Ying's language is slippery. Under the freezing of suffocating spring, it is difficult to have unfathomable ice in the sand sea, and the clouds in Wan Li are bleak. (Bai Xuege bid farewell to Ng Wui, secretary of Tian) Poems in a Dream of Red Mansions:
Xue Baochai's poem: rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow absorb the soul.
Jia Baoyu's poems; Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
Lin Daiyu's poems:
Half a curtain and half a door, grinding ice into soil, 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? Tired chairs are groggy on a westerly night.