Cao Xueqin divides his flesh and blood
Sailing in the storm, 3000 people threw their homes together.
I'm afraid crying will damage my old age. Tell my parents to have a rest.
Since ancient times, the poor have always had a fixed clutch. Is it impossible?
From now on, separate the two places, ensure the safety of slaves, and don't get involved.
Cao Xueqin's dream introduction
Spring dreams fly with clouds and chase running water.
Send a message, why do children find leisure?
Cao Xueqin's life is unbearable.
Temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and talent is rich in fairy.
Natural loneliness is rare in the world.
Your way is to vomit meat, which makes the resumption of the front edge disgusting.
But I don't know that the taller people are, the more jealous they are.
It's a pity that people in this ancient temple of Deng Qing will get old.
Failed to live up to the stop of the spring scenery in Pink House.
In the end, I was still covered in dust and dirty.
Like a flawless white jade stuck in the mud
Why does the prince sigh?
Cao Xueqin finished singing.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only fame can't be forgotten.
Where will the past and the present go? A pile of grass is gone.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only gold and silver can't forget them.
Finally, I just hate getting together and closing my eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only wives can't forget them.
On your birthday, you said Enqingjun died and left with someone else.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them.
How devoted have parents been to their children and grandchildren since ancient times?
Cao Xueqin has a good ending.
Spring comes to paint beams and fall fragrant dust.
Being good at all kinds of customs and grasping the appearance of the moon is the foundation of the prodigal family.
The first crime is to die while respecting your family.
Always because of love.
Cao Xueqin is dreaming.
Is it embroidered velvet, residual vomit, rolling up half a curtain and fragrant fog?
Empty hands, cuckoo crying, swallow jealous.
Live and live, don't let spring slip away.
Cao Xueqin's Xijiang Moon
Hanyuan is scattered in a limited way, and Sui Dykes are scattered all over the place.
Three spring career round Dongfeng Yue Ming plum blossom dream
A few red yards, whose fragrant snow curtain is there?
Jiangnan jiangbei is generally eccentric and annoying to others.
Cao Xueqin gave chrysanthemums.
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is a kind of enjoyment. Several cases are tingting dotted with seclusion.
Sitting opposite the incense of the three roads, throwing a book at the autumnal equinox.
First frost cleared the paper account and came to a new dream garden, reminiscing about the past in the cold setting sun.
Because of the same smell, the spring breeze is proud, and both peaches and plums didn't stay for long.
Cao Xueqin gave chrysanthemums.
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is a kind of enjoyment. Several cases are tingting dotted with seclusion.
Sitting opposite the incense is divided into three roads, and the book is exposed for one autumn.
First frost cleared the paper account and came to a new dream garden, reminiscing about the past in the cold setting sun.
Because of the same smell, the spring breeze is proud, and both peaches and plums didn't stay for long.
Funeral Ci of Cao Xueqin and Lin Daiyu
Flowers fade, flowers fly, the sky is red, and the fragrance disappears. Who has compassion?
Soft spring pavilion gossamer, falling catkins and sticking embroidered windows.
The daughter in the boudoir is full of sadness at dusk in spring.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered window by hand and endure falling flowers again and again.
The pods of willow and elm drifted from wheat straw to Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be released next year. Who knows next year?
In March, the fragrant nest was built at the beginning of Liang Yanyan, which was too heartless.
Although we can peck flowers next year, we can't go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind, frost and sword are pressing hard.
When can I make a bright and moving girl wander and hard to find?
It's easy to see flowers, but it's difficult to find the order before burying people.
I only shed tears in the dark and saw blood on the branches above.
The azaleas are speechless. At dusk, the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The blue lantern shone on the wall, and the window was not warm when he first slept.
The blame farmer's ass is twice as frustrating as pity and trouble.
The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and silence.
Last night, the sad song outside the pavilion revealed that it was the soul of flowers and birds.
It is always difficult to keep the soul of a bird.
May Nong's wings fly to the end of the sky with flowers on this day.
Where is Xiangshan in the end of the world?
There is no trick, you can hide the wind in the pure land
Clean the essence, clean it and don't let pollution sink into the ditch.
I died today, and I don't know when I will be buried.
People who bury flowers today laugh and laugh, and they won't know who it is until one year later.
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
I don't know if there are any sad songs suitable for me.
Cao Xueqin's eyebrows are white
One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade.
If you say that there is no fate, you will meet him again in this life.
If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty?
One is in vain, the other is in vain.
One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror.
I wonder how many tears there are in my eyes.
How to get from autumn to winter and from spring to summer?
Cao Xueqin's Twelve Women in Jinling and its Supplement
(Song Qingwen)
It is difficult to meet colorful clouds on the moon, and the heart is higher than the sky.
Romantic dexterity leads people to complain about their longevity, mostly because of slander, and affectionate childe is empty.
(chanting attack)
In vain, as warm as clouds and as sweet-scented osmanthus trees, you have the blessing of an actress, but you have no chance.
(Sighing Xiangling)
The roots and stems of the lotus are really hurt in life, because the lonely trees in the two places bring the sweet soul back to their hometown.
Original of Cao Xueqin's Twelve Women in Jinling
(Baochai and Daiyu)
Alas, when the machine stops, the jade belt hangs in the forest and the golden hairpin buries the snow.
(Yuan Chun)
In the past 20 years, how did Sanchun and Early Spring meet in their dreams?
(Tanchun)
Only when you are self-motivated and your fate is biased towards the end of the world. Qingming tears send you to the river to see the east wind thousands of miles away.
(Xiangyun)
What is the violation of parents between wealth and infancy, and the beautiful eyes are linked to the Xiangjiang River.
(Miao Yu)
If you want to clean the clouds, you may not pity the golden jade and end up in the mud.
(Spring Festival)
The son is a Zhongshan wolf, who has achieved great success and is infatuated with the quality of the golden boudoir.
(Xichun)
Kan broke the three spring scenes, changed the makeup of the year before last, and the poor embroiderer lay alone beside the ancient Buddha.
(Sister Feng)
Every bird knows that it loves this life from the last days, and from the second to the third, it is even more sad for Jinling.
(Qiao Jie)
The battle was defeated and Hugh Yungui's family died. On the one hand, I will help Liu, and I will meet a benefactor.
(Li Wan)
Who is like an orchid, like ice water, when peaches and plums bear fruit in the spring breeze?
(Qin Keqing)
In love, the fantasy and physical feelings of endless love will be dominated by obscenity as soon as they meet, and it is better to make trouble than to talk nonsense.
Nankezi of Cao Xueqin
Hanging in the air, winding silk
It is also difficult to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.
When I left for you, I knew.
When Yinger is worried about butterflies, see you next spring.
Cao Xueqin hates impermanence.
Xi Ronghua just hates impermanence again.
Leave everything behind
Idle wandering consumes the fragrant soul.
Wang Jiaxiang Road is far away and the mountain is very high.
So I told my parents in my dream.
My son's life is in the grave. I need to step back and come out early.
Cao Xueqin's Autumn Window Storm
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.
I used to think that the autumn window was boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.
I can't bear to sleep in autumn. I took my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short face, pulling sadness away from love.
Where is the autumn courtyard without wind? There is no rain in autumn windows.
Luojiang can't resist the remnants of autumn wind and urge autumn rain.
Even at night, it seems to be accompanied by tears in front of the lamp.
When the cold smoke courtyard turned to the depression to drain the bamboo window, it dripped.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Poems
Endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans
Spring never ends, and Liu Chunhua is full of paintings.
Sleepless screens after storms and dusk
Can't forget new worries and old troubles.
Jade can't swallow, and Jin Lang has a lump in his throat.
I can't see the thinness in the diamond mirror.
A frown that won't open.
Unknown leaks more.
Ah/oh
Just like you can't cover the green hills.
Running water and green water are long.
Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Whoever opens the HarmonyOS system as a lover is only interested in romantic feelings.
When you are sad and lonely, try to be stupid.
So this dream of red mansions is performed on the stage.
Preface to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Finally, when I was busy, the banquet was over.
Sorrow and joy are the same as dreams, and dreams of ancient and modern times are ridiculous.
Slowly, black tea cries more, more spoony and more bitter.
Every word seems to be blood. Ten years of hard work is unusual.
Cao Xueqin threw the birds into the forest.
The official's family business is dying.
Rich gold and silver are gone.
A narrow escape with good intentions.
Ruthless and clear retribution
I owe my life.
The tears I owe are gone.
Revenge is not light, and separation and aggregation are all determination.
If you want to understand life, you are lucky to be old and rich.
He who sees through escapes into an empty net.
Indulge in a wasted life.
It's like eating a bird and throwing it into the forest. This land is so clean.
Cao Xueqin Tang Duoling
Powder Stack The remnant Yanzilou in Zhouxiang, Bai Hua is formed in groups.
Wandering is like a thin life.
Every grass and tree knows how to worry about youth, but sighs at the end of life.
Marry Dong, no matter what, endure to stay for a long time.
Cao Xueqin Taohuahang
Outside the peach curtain, the morning makeup is lazy in the peach curtain.
Peach blossoms are not far from the curtain.
Dongfeng is going to open the curtains to see if they will roll up.
Outside the peach curtain, the old curtain is still open. The people inside are thinner than peach blossoms.
Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and news blows through the curtain.
The wind blows the fragrant curtain full of spring injuries before the court.
The gate of the idle moss courtyard is empty and the railing is inclined.
The railing people cried and stole the peach blossoms from her skirt.
Peach blossoms, peach leaves, flowers, new red leaves, bright blue flowers.
In the fog, Wan Gan Lou was sealed by smoke, and the walls were blurred with red.
The secret burns out, and the mandarin duck wakes up and moves the pillow.
The golden basin of the servant girl is full of water, and the fragrant spring is cold and rouge.
What is the color of rouge? Human tears.
People's tears are longer than those of peach blossoms, so they will flow and flatter themselves.
Tears are easy to dry, tears are dry, spring is exhausted, and flowers are gaunt.
The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and the flowers fly away, which makes people tired and easy to dusk.
With a cry, the spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtain is empty.
Cao Xueqin stayed in Qing Yu.
Stay in Qing Yu, stay in Qing Yu, suddenly met a benefactor.
Fortunately, my mother has accumulated yin work.
Persuade people to help the poor, just like my cruel uncle, a traitor who loves money and forgets his own flesh and blood.
What has the sky is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction.
Cao Xueqin asked Chrysanthemum
If you want to know about autumn, you don't know what to do.
Too late to bloom like a lonely label.
Why is the frost in Pu Lu Ting lonely? You can miss each other when you are sick.
Mo Yan, no one in the world talks about it. Why not say a few more words?
Baoyu in parasitic grass
I'm not you, and I don't understand his yin.
It's okay to come and go.
How sad and happy is it?
Everyone said they were close and dense?
Why was it boring before?
It's boring to think back now!
Cao Xueqin is eighteen or nineteen years old.
Kindness in the mirror is more worthy of fame in the dream.
He Xun, who has gone to the United States in his youth, will never mention embroidery again.
Only this rockhopper coat can't resist impermanence.
Although life is hard when you are old and poor, you need to accumulate children and grandchildren.
High-spirited, wearing a hairpin, radiant, with a gold seal on his chest.
Wei Hehe, Mr. Lu, in a daze, near the road.
Asking whether ancient generals can still exist is just an empty name and respect for future generations.
Cao Xueqin's mistakes in his life
All roads are good fortune. I only saw the old Wood and Stone Alliance.
Facing the crystal snow on the mountain, I will never forget the lonely Shu Xian forest in the world.
Sigh that there is a fly in the ointment in the world
Even in the case of Qi Mei, it is hard to understand.
Cao Xueqin visits chrysanthemums
Take a cup of medicine while it's hot. Don't stay long.
Who planted the fence before and after the frost? Where is autumn outside the fence?
Wax tiles are far away, and it's too cold to sing.
If the yellow flower pities the poet, it can't bear to hang a staff today.
Cao Xueqin likes enemies.
The fundamental reason why Sun Yat-sen's ruthless beast doesn't care about the sky.
Blindly arrogant, lustful and greedy
Look at that waiting door, it's as beautiful as it is.
Being a cheap public servant is just like being dirty.
Sigh, Fang's soul has been swaying for a long time.
Cao Xueqin's residual chrysanthemum
The dew and frost gradually poured, and the light snow just passed during the feast.
There is incense in the pedicle, and the branches are indifferent.
Half a bed falls on the moon, and the stinging sound cuts the cold clouds in Wan Li.
Don't miss each other until next autumn equinox.
Cao Xueqin painted chrysanthemums
Is it the contest between Dan Qing and Fei that makes me crazy in idle play?
Picking leaves, splashing ink, saving flowers and dyeing frost.
The fragrance of God jumps away from the fragrance of autumn wrist before the wind.
Don't think Dongli has nothing to do but chat on the screen to comfort Chongyang.
Cao Xueqin's Zi Ling Zhou Song
The autumn wind in the pond blew away the ruby shadow of the lotus overnight.
The leaves of Polygonum hydropiper are too sad, don't worry.
I can't hear the sound of playing chess all day, and the mud is a little dirty.
The ancients said goodbye to be friends, but now I am brotherly.
Cao Xueqin's Chrysanthemum Dream
The hedge is clear in autumn, and the clouds are not clear.
Looking back, looking for Tao.
When he was sleeping, Yi Yi went back with the geese, so he was very angry and screamed.
When I wake up, who will complain about the infinite love of the grass and the cold smoke?
Cao Xueqin's chrysanthemum shadow
Qiu Guang sneaked into the third path many times.
Window partition, ray tracing, distance fence screen, broken moon lock and exquisiteness.
Cold fragrance flows, the soul should be frosted, and the dream is empty.
Take good care of Dimfragrance and stop stepping on it. Who can make you dizzy?
Cao Xueqin's Understanding of Virtual Flowers
What about seeing through the peach blossoms and willows in March?
Destroy this youth and find a bright sky.
There are more peaches in the sky than apricots in the clouds.
Who survived the autumn in the end?
Then watch people in Bai Yang Village whimper and sing ghosts under the green maple forest.
What's more, it covers the grave with hay.
This is the torture of the poor yesterday and the rich today.
Who can escape such a life-and-death robbery?
It is said that precious trees in the west can bear lasting fruits.
Cao Xueqin praised Bai Haitang's exploration of spring.
The basin after the rain is a cold grass belt covered with thick moss and green grass in the sunset.
Jade is harder than clean snow in spirit.
My heart is a little delicate, and there are traces in the middle of the night.
Mo Daoxian Ke Yu sang dusk with me affectionately.
Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Xiangyun.
The immortal planted a pot of lantian jade in Doumen yesterday.
Naturally, the frost moth prefers Leng Yan, but she has to leave her soul.
The autumn shade holds out the rain and snow stains overnight.
But I like the tireless singing of poets. Does it make me feel lonely?
It is also appropriate to pass through the falling snow door at the top of the ladder.
Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, but they are easy to break their souls because they are sad about autumn.
Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
Love tells Chang 'e that without that empty corridor, the night is hazy.
Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Daiyu.
Half shutter and half door, grinding ice into soil, grinding jade into basin.
Steal pears for three points and borrow plum blossoms for nothing.
Fairy Jade Cave, sew the tears of the woman who is always in my heart in autumn.
Shy and silent with who? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind and the night is dim.
Cao Xueqin recited Bai Haitang Baoyu.
Autumn is pale, reflecting the heavy door. Seven knots are filled with a basin of snow.
It's so real to take a bath and make ice maps.
The morning breeze does not go away, and the rain adds a tear.
Leaning on the painting column alone, if you intend to clear the anvil and complain about the flute, send it to dusk.
Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Baochai.
Cherish the beauty and hide the door during the day, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow absorb the soul.
Flowers are more colorful and sad, and jade is seamless.
Want to use cleanliness to pay for Bai Di's silence, Tingting is dizzy every day.
Cao Xueqin sings chrysanthemums
Rogue poets, demons invade the fence and sink their voices.
In first frost, I wrote an argument and sang to the moon.
Who can explain Qiu Xin's self-pity problems and complaints?
A sentence from Tao Hou's "Changfeng Today".
Cao Xueqin's influence on chrysanthemum
Moving from other gardens is more expensive than gold.
On the bank of the small hedge, Ke Tou sat in the Leng Xiang, hugging his knees and singing.
It is even more arrogant, but I am the only friend.
Qiu Guang wasted time to realize his relative desire to cherish an inch of time.
Cao Xueqin planted chrysanthemums.
The autumn garden with hoes was moved to the fence and planted everywhere in front of the yard.
I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.
A thousand autumn scenery poems and a glass of drunken wine.
Irrigation with spring mud, sealing and protecting the well, so that the well is free from dust.
Cao Xueqin has joys and sorrows.
When I was a baby, my parents lamented that they were all dead and lived in that bush, but they were spoiled.
Fortunately, I am a natural hero and generous, and I never care about my children.
Like the moonlight in the Jade Hall.
Xian Lang, whose talent and looks are worthy, won the lasting and accurate folding of childhood bumpy modeling.
Finally, there is a cloud, a prosperous Tang Dynasty and a dry Xiangjiang River.
This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste sadness?
Parasitic Grass and Drunk Wutai Mountain (a play by Baochai)
Tears of heroes, leaving Chu Shi's home,
Thank you for your compassion. Your tonsure is under the lotus stage.
There's no way to separate in the blink of an eye.
Naked, come and go without care.
Where can I ask for a roll of cigarettes and an umbrella?
Any one of my shoes is broken!
Cao Xueqin remembers chrysanthemums
Looking forward to the west wind, the red reed is white and heartbroken,
Empty hedge old garden, no trace of autumn, thin moon, clear frost, dreaming.
I miss my heart and go home with the geese. I sat listening to the late anvil idiot
Who pity my yellow flower disease? See you in Chongyang.
Cao Xueqin is clear and tired.
The authorities are too clever to count their lives.
Heartbroken before death, empty after death.
The rich would rather get married, while the dead go their separate ways.
I spent half my life worrying about it, wasting time and dreaming for a long time.
Suddenly it was like a building, like a lamp went out.
Ah, a sigh of joy and sorrow, you never know.
Cao Xueqin Linjiang County
Bai Yutang dances in front of the wind, and the east wind rolls evenly.
Bees gather around butterflies.
How many times have you gone with the water?
If you don't change for thousands of miles, he will get together and leave.
Don't laugh when you are young, there is no root.
Good wind frequency helped me get to Qingyun.
Cao Xueqin's chrysanthemum
Bottles are planted in hedges every day, and they are busy folding them to get the makeup off the mirror.
Chang 'an childe loves flowers. Mr. penzer is an alcoholic.
Cold-dipped short temples with three paths of dew and kudzuvine root fragrance dyed with nine autumn cream.
Clap your hands when you are in high spirits and laugh with him on the roadside.
Cao Xueqin's Inscription
Full of absurd words and bitter tears
Dou Yun's author is crazy about who can understand the taste.
Cao Xueqin's Three Unique Questions about pa
Eyes are empty, tears are empty, for whom do you throw them?
If you give me a gift of liberation, how can you not be sad?
Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town.
I finally wiped off the sleeves on the pillow and let him be found and dirty.
The color lines of the old traces on the Zhu Xiang River are blurred.
There are also thousands of bamboos in front of the window.