The third time, Jia Yucun was reinstated, and Lin Daiyu threw her father into the capital.
Two bends such as Cu-smoke eyebrows, a pair of watery eyes. The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is three points worse than the west.
2, the judgment "alas, stop"
Going to dreamland for the fifth time means that the fans of twelve women drink fairy tales and play a dream of red mansions, which is a pity. The jade belt hangs down the forest, and the golden hairpin buries the snow.
3. Crying flowers and reciting poems
On the 26th time, there was a secret language on the Honeycomb Bridge, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was sleepy in spring, so its appearance should be expected by the world. A whimper continued, and birds were flying everywhere. 4. Funeral speech
The twenty-seventh time, the colorful butterfly was buried in Cui Ting and the play. Swallows cried and red flowers bloomed all over the sky. The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again? Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless. Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm. Blame it on the ass. It hurts the spirit twice. It's half pity and half trouble: pity suddenly becomes trouble, and even silence is deaf. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I will die and be buried, but when will I die? The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
5, the topic pa three quatrains
The thirty-fourth time I fell in love, because my emotional sister made a mistake and advised my brother to cry in one eye, but for whom? Hard work for gifts, not sad at all! Secondly, throwing pearls and rolling jade is just stealing, and the town has no intention of relaxing. It's hard to brush the sleeves on the pillow, so he is set on fire and stained. Its three-color line is difficult to gather pearls on the surface, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River have been blurred. Thousands of bamboos in front of the window, no fragrance?
6, the flower name signing sequence-Daiyu signing
Back to the sixty-third, the red group of shroud held a night banquet to die, and then she died alone, worrying about the lotus-the air duct showed her sadness-without blaming Dongfeng for it.
7. Daiyu is sad to see Pa.
The eighty-seventh time, I felt the autumn sound caressing the piano, feeling sad about the past, meditating, being silent, falling into evil spirits, frustrated people, frustrated things, and new crying marks between old crying marks.
8. Praise Daiyu
Back to the eighty-ninth story, I wrote lyrics in the childe, made a bow and bowed, and the graceful tree stood in the wind, exposing Ran Ran and Xiang Lian.
9, sigh Daiyu disease
For the ninetieth time, the poor girl who lost her cotton-padded coat gave fruit generously. Xiao Lang was surprised and ignorant. Heart disease must be treated with heart medicine, and it is necessary to tie the bell to solve the problem.
10, lamenting the death of Daiyu
Back to the ninety-eighth time, the soul of bitter crimson beads stayed with the soul of English fragrance, the god of heaven and disease, and shed tears of acacia. A wisp of it drifts with the wind, and sadness falls asleep at night!
There are many poems about Daiyu. I can give them to you if you want.