Four couplets
The willows around the dike borrow three flowers, and the flowers are fragrant across the bank.
Baoding tea is still green, and window chess is still cold.
Happy songs are added in the new green place, so that the clouds are fragrant to protect the Qin gatherers.
Singing cardamom is still beautiful, and sleeping and dreaming are sweet.
Back to the eighteenth
Ancient omen
Baoyu asked questions sincerely.
Xiuyu has just made her debut and deserves to be treated like a phoenix.
The poles are green and dripping, both green and cool.
Building water hinders steps, and wearing curtains hinders ding Xiang.
Don't shake the ghosting, the day is long.
Yi Zhi qingfen
The garden is full of weeds, and the radish helps the fragrance.
Soft lining with three spring grasses, gently dragging a wisp of fragrance.
Light smoke twists and turns, cold green drops cloister.
Who is the song of the pond? Xie Jia has a long dream.
Hongyi express
When the president is quiet, he goes out in pairs.
Green wax is still rolling in spring, and red makeup stays up all night.
Hanging crimson sleeves against the railing and leaning against the stone to protect the smoke.
Dongfeng, the master should be merciful.
Twenty three times
Spring nights are the best.
Clouds in the sky disperse, and frogs across the lane are even more unreal.
The pillow is light and cold, and it rains outside the window.
Yingying cries for whom, and Xiaohua is worried for me.
Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand laughing often.
Summer nights are the best.
Tired embroiderers dream long, and golden cage parrots call tea soup.
The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer moon opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance.
Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool.
Shuige moved everywhere, and the curtain rolled up for the evening makeup Zhu Lou.
Autumn night is the most beautiful.
There is no noise in crimson Yun Xuan, and osmanthus streamers soak the yarn.
The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow.
I carried the maids to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold went back to Cui Hua.
I can't sleep at night because of thirst for wine, so I can make tea again with heavy smoke.
Winter nights are the best.
It's late at night, and Brocade is still awake.
Songying saw only a courtyard crane, and the pear flower could not hear the warbler everywhere.
Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light.
However, I like to wait on my son to taste tea and sweep the new snow in time to cook.
Back to the 37th "Bai Haitang"
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven knots are saved into a basin of snow.
Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
Xiao Feng let go of thousand worries, and Su Yu added a tear.
Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.
The 38th Visit to Chrysanthemum
Take a trip to first frost while the weather is fine. The medicine in the glass won't last long.
Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.
Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough.
If the yellow flower pities the poet, it won't hang the staff today.
Planting chrysanthemums
The autumn garden with hoes was moved here and planted in front of the fence.
I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
There are thousands of poems about autumn, and a glass of drunkenness.
Fill the spring with mud, seal the land and cherish it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.
Chanting crab
Claws prefer sweet-scented osmanthus shade, and vinegar splashing ginger makes them crazy.
The greedy prince and grandson should have wine, but the rampant son has no intestines.
Cold accumulation between umbilicus leads to forgetfulness, and fingers smell fishy.
Originally, there was a beautiful mouth and a beautiful belly in the world, and the fairy laughed all her life.
The fiftieth interview with Miao Yu begging for red plum
The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut. Looking for spring and wax to Penglai.
I don't want a gentleman's bottle of dew, I just want the beauty of a widow.
After China's entry into WTO, red snow and cold snow are adopted, and purple clouds are cut with dust fragrance.
If you care about poetry and thin shoulders, your clothes are still covered with Buddha moss.
Back to the seventy-eighth "chan chan Ci"
Heng Wang is both martial and lustful, and teaches beautiful women to ride and shoot.
You can't be happy when you sing and dance, but you are complacent when you fight.
There's no dust ahead, general. It's at a red light.
You can smell the breath when you are in power, and the frost spear and snow sword are delicate and difficult to lift.
Lilacs borrow hibiscus flowers, not pearls.
After the war, I was so scared at night that I was stained with powder.
Bandits will go to Shandong next year, like tigers and leopards.
The king led the mountain soldiers to destroy, and the first world war failed.
The fishy wind blows the wheat, and the sunshine is empty.
The castle peak is silent, and the truth comes out. It is the time when King Heng died in battle.
In the rain, the bones are stained with blood, and in the cold moon and dusk, ghosts guard the bodies.
Soldiers in succession only keep themselves safe, and Qingzhou sees dust.
Unexpectedly, I am loyal, loyal, and angry with Wang Heng.
Who can count the winners? Lin Siniang, an infant general.
Ordered to drive away Zhao's daughter, Li Yan came to the battlefield.
Embroidered saddle has tears and heavy spring worries, so it's really silent and cold at night.
It's a close call. Take an oath to the former king.
Thieves are rampant and invincible.
Ma Jian's rouge is fragrant into the bone marrow, and his soul is separated by Guo Cheng's hometown.
When The Xing Chi Times entered the capital, whose children were not sad!
The son of heaven panicked and worried about his loss. At this time, civil and military officials bowed their heads.
What happened? Civil and military officials are not as good as Lin Sinian in the boudoir?
I sigh for Zhang Sinian, but I still hesitate after singing!
Note: It's made for general Lin Siniang.
Back to the seventy-eighth "hibiscus daughter"
Peace in Victoria is hard-won. It is a month of glory, laurel and beauty. In the days when there is no choice, the turbid jade in Yihong Garden is dedicated to flowers, ice fish, fragrant springs and maple dew tea. Although the four are very small, it is a tribute to the daughter of Gong Si Furong.
It has been six years since my daughter died. His hometown surname has long been neglected. And jade in the pillow comb, perched on the evening of the banquet tour, love and blasphemy, and * * *, only five years in August. Looking back on a woman's life, its quality means that she is not rich in gold and jade, while her body means that she is not rich in ice and snow. If it is a god, neither the stars nor the sun can describe its essence, but its appearance is not enough to describe its color. My sister likes fresh, and she likes Yang Huide. Unexpectedly, the pigeon hates its height and the eagle is surprised; I envy its smell, but I envy it. Huayuan himself is afraid, how can he be arrogant? Liu Ben is so sad, why not take a bath! I was occasionally injured by methods, so I got sick. So the cherry lips are red and faded, and the rhyme is groaning; Apricot noodles are fragrant and dry, and the color is old and ugly. Rumors and criticisms come from the screen; Thorns and hazel trees, covered with windows. Endless, and endless. High standards of jealousy, women hate Changsha; Chastity and danger, women are inferior to geese. Self-storage bitterness, who pity death? Fairy clouds, sweet toes are hard to find. Mainland fans gather in caves. Where is the fragrance of death? If the sea fails, there will be no medicine for rebirth. Eyebrows were black and blue, and I was still painting yesterday; The ring is cold, but who is warm today? The medicine left in the cauldron is still there, and the traces of tears are still there. The mirror is divided into shadows, and the moon is opened; Comb dragonflies, mourn sandalwood and cloud teeth. Entrust the gold to the grass, pick up the jade box and throw it into the dust. Loukong magpie, hanging from the needle of Qixi; Who will continue the five elements without Yuanyang? KuangNai Jintian is a festival, Shi Si, Bai Di; Lonely dream, empty room is empty. The moon is dark and windy, and the fragrant soul disappears with the beautiful image; Zhang Rongxiang residual, jiao breathe * * * thin waist. Even the sky is fading, it is not alone; Crickets are everywhere. The exposed steps were laid late and the curtains were not cold; The rain falls on the autumn wall, and the courtyard next door looks at the flute. The name is still alive, and the parrot is still calling in front of the eaves; Brilliant quality will die, and the begonia outside the threshold will wither ahead of time. After grabbing the screen, the lotus petals are silent; In front of the grass court, Lan Fang was in vain. Who will cut the embroidery thread and silver sleeves? Broken ice silk, golden bucket, fragrant incense is not ironed. Yesterday, due to strict orders, I rushed to Fiona Fang; Today, I made a kindness, went back to my crutch and sent my coffin away. And when I heard that the coffin was smashed, I violated the point of * * * *; It's a shame to sink into the sea and catch the same ash. Er is an ancient temple in the west wind, with green phosphorus flooding; Sunset barren hills, scattered bones. The elms are rustling and the flowers are rustling. You can crow apes in the fog and cry ghosts around the smoke. Is it in the red gauze account that the son is affectionate; I believe that loess is in the middle of Gansu, and my daughter's life is thin! Runa is full of tears and blood, sprinkled to the west wind; Catalpa ze said nothing, appealed to Leng Yue. Oh! It's a disaster to fix quotations, and immortals are jealous! The mouth of the slave, for leniency? I'm still angry about cutting the shrew's heart. Although the fate of the Qing dynasty was shallow, the disdain for jade was particularly deep. I can't help asking questions because of my thoughtfulness. I just know, god, flower palace waiting for the letter. Be friends with Whelan and die with Lotus. Listening to the little maid seems to be nonsense; According to the thought of turbid jade, it is well-founded. What is this? Yesterday, Ye Fashan was fascinated to write a tablet, and Li Changji was called to remember: Although things are different, the principle is the same. This stage is talent collocation. If it is not a person, is evil too much? At the beginning, I believed that the balance entrusted to me by God was the most harmonious and cooperative, and I lived up to everything I was given. Because I hope it will not be ignorant, or I will degenerate to this point, I will not be vulgar, I will listen to it. Is a song and recruit yue:
Why is the sky so pale that you can swim on the dome with a jade shovel? Why is the land so vast, driving a Yao elephant down to the spring soil? Looking at the umbrella cover, suppressing the light at the bottom of the basket? Fierce Yu found in the past, Wei Wei empty. Qu Honglong thought he was sheltering from the wind, and he was looking forward to the moon. Listen to the train tracks roll over and let Yu Luan die? I'm flattered by the smell, but I don't know why I think Paye? Your skirt is so bright that you think it is beautiful. It's an altar made of cockroaches, and it's a lotus made of candle orchid cream. Grandma Wen felt embarrassed to spill it to float the laurel tree. Looking at the clouds, staring at the clouds, what seems to be wrong? What do you hear when you bow your head over the waves and return to your ears? Sweating and donating to the dust. Forward company drives me, Hebei company carries me back? What is center generosity, but what is it? However, Qing Yan has been sleeping for a long time, so what about the change of fate? Gentle and steady, real and ridiculous. I'm still bound and attached, and I'm still smart. Why don't you come here?
If you live in HarmonyOS system, you will be very quiet. Although you are here, I can't see you. Smoke and obstacles, column Cang Pulsen line. The policeman's sleepy eyes eased the bitter taste of lotus seeds. Motome is in Guiyang and Fu Fei is in Zhu Lan. Blowing sheng, Joan Hinton is coming. The concubine who was recruited began to bask in Lishan. Turtles are the spirit of Lop, and animals dance in salty pools. Potential Chishui singing dragons, gathered in Xifeng, Zhu Lin. Sincere feelings make bandits flourish. It started in the lower city and also started in Xuanpu. Microscopic words are embarrassing, and complicated words are embarrassing. Intermittent clouds, misty rain in the air. The dust is gathering, the stars are high and the mountains in the afternoon are beautiful. What is your heartbeat, if it is vivid? I am melancholy, crying and hesitating. People's language is lonely and naturally quiet. Birds fly in fright, fish swish. Mourning is prayer, and ceremony is auspicious. Alas! Shang Xiang!
Note: For Qingwen's death.
Back to the seventy-ninth Zi Ling Zhou Song.
The autumn wind blew all night, and the pond was very cold, blowing away the shadows of lotus flowers and rubies.
The leaves of Polygonum hydropiper L. are worried, and the dew is frosty.
I can't hear the sound of playing chess all day, and the mud is a little dirty.
The ancients said goodbye is a friend, now I am a brotherhood!
Note: It's for the Spring Festival wedding.
In addition, the eighteenth episode of Apricot Curtain in Sight written by Daiyu for Baoyu and the seventieth episode of Nankezi co-written by Baoyu for Tanchun were not included.