"Lan Que Ming" by Wang Shuzhi of Jin Dynasty:
Orchids are both spring blooms and chrysanthemums are blooming in autumn. The fragrance is fragrant and the herbs are fragrant, and the heroes are beautiful. Which one is fragrant? It becomes more fragrant in the quiet.
Twelve poems about chrysanthemums in A Dream of Red Mansions
Baochai (Heng Wujun)
Recalling Chrysanthemums
Looking at the west wind and thinking sadly , Polygonum red reed white when heartbroken.
There is no trace of autumn in the empty fence and old garden, and there is knowledge in the thin moon and clear frost in dreams.
Thinking about it and returning to Yanyuan, only a few people sit and listen to the evening anvil.
Whoever takes pity on me for being so skinny will say that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival.
Baoyu (Mr. Yihong)
Visit Ju
Try to take a leisurely trip while the frost is clear, and don’t leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded.
Whose family is planting it under the moonlight before the frost? Where is the autumn outside the threshold and beside the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough to make you happy.
If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, it will not hang on the branches now. ]
Baoyu (Mr. Yihong)
Planting chrysanthemums
I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the courtyard.
Unexpectedly, it rained last night, but today it is still full of frost.
Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, drinking a glass of cold wine.
The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently. I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.
Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia)
Chrysanthemums
Moved from other gardens, they are more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep.
Kedou sat by the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
In the past few years, there has been no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who has good friends.
Don’t live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of the shade.
Xiangyun (an old friend of Zhenxia)
Offering chrysanthemums
Playing the piano and drinking wine is a joyful couple, and several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space.
The incense is spread across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels.
Because of the same smell, the peaches and plums were not flooded by the spring breeze.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Yong Chrysanthemum
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is silenced by squeezing stones around the fence.
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.
Baochai (Heng Wujun)
Painting Chrysanthemums
I don’t know how to be mad when I write poetry, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing.
The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.
The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn.
Don’t waste time picking things up on the east fence, or sticking to the screen to chat to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Asking Ju
Wanting to learn about the autumn mood, which no one knows, she murmured with her hands behind her back and knocked on the east fence:
< p>Who is lonely and arrogant in the world? How late is the blooming of the same flower?How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can I miss lovesickness when I am sick?
Don't talk about the world without talking about it. , why not talk for a while to explain?
Exploring the Spring (Biao Guests)
Hairpin Chrysanthemum
I am busy planting bottles for fences every day, so I don’t recognize them when they come. Makeup in the mirror.
Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.
The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost.
High-spirited people don’t catch the eye of the times, so you can clap your hands and laugh by the wayside.
Daiyu (Concubine Xiaoxiang)
Jumeng
I had a deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon were 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.
Xiangyun (old friend of Zhenxia)
Chrysanthemum shadow
Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths.
The sparse lights on the windows depict the distance and the near, and the moon locks are exquisite through the sieves of the fence.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty.
Don’t step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it, no matter who is drunk, the eyes will be dim.
Exploring the spring (banana guests)
Remnant chrysanthemums
The dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the cicadas are sick, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
We will see you again next year in the autumn, so don’t miss us if we break up for the time being.
Dark light purple, melting yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.