1. Ode to the white begonia in the door-limited basin with faint traces of soul
Exploring spring
The setting sun is cold and the grass is thick with the door, and the green moss covers the basin after the rain. Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon. Don't say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.
Baochai
Treasuring her beautiful appearance, she keeps the door closed during the day and holds the urn in her hand to fill the moss basin. Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.
You will know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very light. How can you find jade without a trace when you are sad? Wanting to repay Bai Di for his cleanliness, Tingting was silent and the sun was getting dark again.
Baoyu
The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow. When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, but Su Yu also adds a trace of tears. Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you feel like it, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk.
Daiyu
The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin. The pistils of a stolen pear are three-thirds white, and a plum blossom's soul is borrowed.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sewed his silk gown, 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.
Xiangyun
One
The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade. Of course Shuang'e prefers coldness, but if it weren't for Guan Qiannu, she would also leave her soul.
The autumn clouds bring out the snow, and the rain stains add traces of the night. But I like that the poet is tireless in chanting, so how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness?
Second
The Hengzhi steps lead to the Luoxue gate, which is suitable for both the corner and the basin. It is difficult to find a mate because flowers are happy to be clean, and it is easy for people to lose their souls due to sadness in autumn. The jade candle drips tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain breaks through the mid-moon mark. I want to complain to Chang'e, but the corridor is dark at night.
2. Chrysanthemum Poems
Recalling Chrysanthemums - Hengwujun
Looking at the west wind with sorrowful thoughts, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, when the heart is broken. There is no trace of autumn in the empty fence of the old garden, the thin moon is clear and frosty, and there is knowledge in the dream
Thinking about it and returning to the wild geese far away, sitting alone and listening to the night anvil. Whoever takes pity on me because of my yellow flower disease can express my condolences that I will meet again during the Double Ninth Festival.
Planting chrysanthemums - Mr. Yihong
I brought my hoe to the autumn garden and planted it beside the fence in front of the courtyard. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost.
Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with 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.
Offering Chrysanthemums - Old Friends of Zhenxia
Playing the harp and drinking wine are a happy couple, and several cases of Tingting decorate the quiet space. The incense spreads out across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch.
The frost clears the paper tent and brings new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not flood the peaches and plums.
Painting Chrysanthemums - Heng Wujun
I don’t know how to be wild in my poetry and drama, 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 Shen Hui Feng Qian Ying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, hanging on the screen and chatting to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.
Hairpin chrysanthemum and banana drop off guests
The vase is used to plant fences every day, so I never recognize the makeup in the mirror when I fold it. 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. The high sentiments do not catch the eyes of the people, and they clap their hands and laugh at the roadside.
Chrysanthemum Dream - Concubine Xiaoxiang
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 and beget butterflies; to recall the past is to look for Tao Lingmeng.
When I fall asleep, I follow the wild geese to break away. I am frightened and come back, so 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.
Visiting Ju-Yihong Gongzi
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 worry outside the threshold and by the fence?
The wax clogs come from afar and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff now.
Chrysanthemums - old friends of Zhenxia
Moved from other nurseries, they are more precious than gold, one bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cold fragrance.
In the past few days, there has been no king in the world, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth. Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but rather cherish every inch of shade.
Yong Chrysanthemum - Xiaoxiang Concubine
The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is lost in silence by squeezing rocks around the fence. The hair is written with beauty in the frost, and the fragrance in 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, it has been said through the ages to this day.
Wenju-Concubine Xiaoxiang
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. Who is hiding in the lonely and proud world? How late is the blooming of the same flowers?
How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? Can the crickets be sick of lovesickness after returning home? Don't talk about the world without talking about it. Why not explain it in a few words?
Chrysanthemum shadow - old friend of Zhenxia
Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into the three paths. The sparse lights on the window divider describe the distance and the near, and the sieve of the fence is broken and the moon locks are exquisite.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the spirit and the dream is empty. Don't step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it, no matter who is drunk and the eyes are hazy.
The remaining chrysanthemums and bananas are dropping off guests
The dew and frost are gradually pouring down, and the feast has just passed the light snow. The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches are not all green and the leaves are covered with 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. The autumn wind knows we will meet again next year, so don't miss us when we break up for the time being.
3. Ode to the Willow
Like a dream: Is it the embroidered velvet that has been spitting out, rolling up half the curtain of fragrant mist, picking it up with your delicate hands, causing the cuckoo to sing and the swallow to be jealous. Stay here. , stay! Don’t let the spring scenery go away.
The Moon over the Xijiang River - Baoqin
The Han Garden has limited sporadic elements, but the Sui Dynasty embankment has endless embellishments. In the spring of spring, your career will be prosperous, and the bright moon and plum blossoms will be a dream.
There are several courtyards with fallen red, whose fragrant snow curtains are there? The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are generally the same, but people hate them more when they are away!
Rumeng Ling-Daiyu
The powder falls into the Baihua State, and the fragrance remains in the Swallow Tower. A group of people form pairs one by one. Wandering is like a person's life is thin, the sky is lingering, and it is romantic.
The grass and trees are also aware of their sorrow, and their youth is turning gray! Sigh, who will give up and who will take away in this life? I don't care if I marry the east wind or spring, I will go with you and endure the flood to stay.
Linjiang Immortal-Baochai
The spring dance is performed in front of the Baiyu Hall, and the east wind blows it evenly. The bees and butterflies are in chaos. The water has passed away a few times, so how can it be forgotten.
Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he pleases. There is no root for laughter in the youth, and the good wind often takes advantage of it and sends me to the blue sky!
4. Inscription on the Grand View Garden
Plaque of openness and joy - Yingchun
The scenery in the garden is unique and wonderful, and it is a joy to be ashamed of when you are ordered to do so. Who believes that there is such a place in the world, where it would be a good idea to wander around?
The plaque of the article about good fortune - Xichun
The mountains and rivers stretch across thousands of miles, and the towers rise into the five clouds. The garden is built in the radiance of the sun and moon, and the scenery captures the power of creation.
Ninghui Zhongrui Plaque Xue Baochai
Fangyuan is built to the west of the imperial city, and the sun is shrouded in auspicious clouds. Gaoliu is happy to move the orioles out of the valley, waiting for the phoenix to come when they are repairing bamboo.
The style of writing has been established. Chen Youxi, Xiaohua Yinglong returned to the province. Ruizao Xiancai is full of colorful pens. I am so ashamed that I dare to say goodbye again.
There is a phoenix coming to honor the treasure jade.
The beautiful jade has just begun to become a reality, and it is suitable to wait for the phoenix. The poles are green and green, and everything is green and cool.
The water bursting out blocks the steps, and the fragrance of the tripod is blocked through the curtains. Don't shake the broken shadows, and the good dreams will grow longer.
The beautiful red color and the fast green color
It is quiet for a long time in the deep court, and two beautiful women come out. The green wax is still rolling in spring, and the red makeup is awake at night.
Leaning on the railing and hanging my crimson sleeves, leaning on the stone to protect the green smoke. In the opposite east wind, the master should show mercy.
All things compete for glory - Tanchun
The famous garden is so majestic, so why should I be ashamed of my humble knowledge when I am ordered to do so? It's so wonderful that it can't be expressed in words for a while, and sure enough, all things are radiant.
Li Wan’s plaque on Li Wan’s literary talent
Beautiful water and clear mountains embrace him, and his romantic literary talent surpasses Penglai. The green-tailored singing fan is fascinated by the fragrant grass, and the red-lined Hunan skirt dances with falling plum blossoms.
Pearls and jade should be passed down to the prosperous age. How lucky are the gods to come to Yaotai. The famous garden invites visitors to enjoy it, but no ordinary people are allowed to come here.
Plaque of the World's Immortal Source - Lin Daiyu
Wherever the famous garden is built, the fairyland is different from the mortal world. Borrow the beautiful mountains and rivers and add new scenery.
The fragrance of Jingu wine is fragrant, and the flowers are charming to the people of Yutang. What a blessing to invite favors, palace cars pass by frequently.
Hengzhi Qingfen
Hengwu is full of the pure garden, and radish helps the fragrance. Softly lined with spring grass, softly trailing a wisp of fragrance.
The winding paths are misted by light smoke, and the corridors are covered by cold green green. Who calls pond music, Xie's family has a long dream.
The apricot curtain is in sight
The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. water chestnuts and goose water, mulberry elms and swallow beams.
A border is green with spring leeks, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. When there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving.
5. Immediate Poetry
Immediate Poetry on a Spring Night
Xiaxiao Yunmei is laid out, and the toad in the alley hears the untruth. It's cold on the pillow, rain outside the window, and the spring scenery in front of me is like a dream.
Who weeps with the candles full of tears, and is angry with me for the little flowers. Naturally, the little servant girl is coquettish and lazy, and she can't bear to laugh and talk in the quilt.
Autumn night is about to happen
There is absolutely noisy in Jiangyun Pavilion, and the Gui soul is soaked in the gauze. The moss-locked stone pattern contains sleeping cranes, and the tung trees floating in the well reveal wet crows perching on them.
I carry the maidservant in the quilt to Shu Jinfeng, and lean on the threshold to return to the green flowers. I stayed up all night because I was thirsty for wine, and the heavy smoke made me pick up the rope to make tea.
Summer night is about to happen
The beautiful woman in tired embroidery has a long dream, and the parrot in the golden cage calls for tea. The window is bright, the musk moon is shining, the palace mirror is open, and the room is filled with sandalwood clouds to taste the royal incense.
The amber cup is slippery with the lotus poured into it, and the glass sill allows the cool breeze of the willow trees. The water pavilion is moving everywhere, and the curtains are rolled up in the red tower.
Winter night is about to happen
The plum soul and bamboo dream have been updated for the third time, and the brocade quilt has not yet fallen asleep. Only cranes can be seen in a courtyard with pine shadows, and no orioles can be heard on the ground full of pear blossoms.
The daughter's poems on green sleeves are cold, while the son's golden mink is light on alcohol. But I am happy that my servant knows how to test the tea, and sweeps away the fresh snow to cook it in time.
6. Crab Eating Ode
Baoyu
Holding chela prefers the coolness of cinnamon, pouring vinegar to beat ginger makes you crazy. A gluttonous king and his grandson should have wine, but a tyrannical son has no intestines.
Coldness accumulates in the navel and the fingers are smelly and fragrant. Originally, Po Xian had a busy life because of the delicious food of the world.
Baochai
Gui Ai and Tong Yin sit in mourning, Chang'an salivates in anticipation of the Double Ninth Festival. The road in front of me has no longitude and latitude, and the spring and autumn sky in the skin is black and yellow.
Chrysanthemum is also used when the wine is not able to control the fishy smell, and ginger is used to prevent cold accumulation. What is the benefit of leaving the cauldron today? The moon is empty and the fragrance of grain and millet remains.
Daiyu
I never forget the long battle with iron armor, and I will taste it first if I pile up the dishes and look at the colors. The chelated seals are both full of tender jade, and the convex red fat on the shell is fragrant.
The more fleshy you are, the more pity you have on your eight legs. Who can help me and persuade me to give you a thousand cups of wine? To Sijia's reward for the festive season, the osmanthus blows, the wind clears, the chrysanthemum carries frost.
7. Coupled Poems
Luxue'an's Coupled Poems (Abbreviated)
March 5th Mid-Autumn Festival Couplet
March 5th Mid-Autumn Festival Evening
The Qing Dynasty is planned to go to the Yuan Dynasty, and the sky is scattered with buckets and canopies
There are many orchestras and a few flying lights.
Who doesn't open the pavilion and light it up? The cold wind blows,
The good night scene is full of fun. Fighting for cakes and laughing at yellow hair,
Dividing melons and laughing at green beauties. The fragrance is new and the jade cinnamon blooms,
Color Jianmao Jinxuan. Candles glowing.
The flowers and drums are noisy. The clear light shakes the courtyard.
The garden is chaotic. Cao Zun gives an order.
Shooting and listening to the three announcements. The dice are red and dots,
The plain color connects the universe. Rewards and punishments have no guests and hosts,
Zhong Kun prefaces the poem. When composing, he leans on the threshold,
Imagine the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there,
The remaining music has faded. Gradually, the laughter has disappeared after listening to the words.
There are only traces of snow and frost left. The steps are exposed. Morning bacteria,
The smoke in the courtyard collects the evening breeze. In autumn, the stone marrow rushes down,
The wind leaves gather cloud roots. Baowu's love is solitary and pure,
People are facing Guanghan Run, commit a fight and invite the cow girl,
Take a chariot to wait for the emperor and his grandson. The empty wheel is uncertain,
The soul of the dark moon is empty. The sound of the pot leaking will dry up,
< p>The flame of the window lamp has dimmed. The shadow of the crane is crossing the cold pond,The cold moon buries the soul of the flower.
Thirty-five rhymes of the Miaoyu right of the Grand View Garden on the Mid-Autumn Night
The fragrant seal script is sold on the golden tripod, and the fat and ice are greasy on the jade basin. The flute increases the concubine's weeping, and the maid's quilt is warm.
A phoenix is ??hung in the empty tent, and a colorful mandarin duck is hidden in the idle screen. The thick dew makes the moss slippery, and the heavy frost makes it difficult to touch the bamboo.
Still walking in the marsh, still climbing to the plain of silence. Stones are strange, gods and ghosts are fighting, and wood monsters, tigers and wolves are squatting.
(It must be fine) The light is shining through, and Fu (Si) Xiaolu Tun. Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and ape crows in the valley.
If you are not familiar with it, you will forget the path; if you know the spring, you will not ask its source. The bells ring in the Cuicui Temple, and the chickens sing in the Daoxiang Village.
How can we continue to be happy and sad? How can we be troubled if there is no sorrow? Fangqing only pleases oneself, and elegant taste can be expressed to no one.
After the end of the day, I will be tired and cook tea in more detail.
Three people chanted red plum blossoms
The word "red" is Xing Xiuyan
The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red, and the east wind laughs before the cold. It is difficult to distinguish the spring when the soul flies to Yuling Mountain, and the clouds are separated by the clouds and the dream cannot pass through.
The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the onyx fairy helps the drunk to cross the remaining rainbow. It seems that it is an ordinary color, the shades are determined by his ice and snow.
The word "plum" is Li Wen.
White plum blossoms are lazily assigned to red plum blossoms. The marks on the frozen face are all covered with blood, and the drunken heart without hatred is turned into ashes.
Accidentally swallowed the elixir to remove the real bone, and stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus. The spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts and guesses.
The word "flower" is Xue Baoqin
The sparse branches are bright and the flowers are beautiful, and the children are extravagant in spring makeup. There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisurely courtyard, and there are sunset clouds on the empty mountains with running water.
Youmeng Leng follows the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of wandering immortals spreads across the Jiang River. The predecessor must be of Yaotai species, so there is no doubt about the difference in appearance.