Flower Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions

Chrysanthemum Poetry-Recalling Chrysanthemum's thoughts and thoughts on the west wind, when the reed is red and the white is heartbroken. There is no trace of the old garden in the autumn sky fence, and the dream is clear and the frost is clear. I miss the wild goose, and I sit and listen to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again? -Heng's "Poem of Chrysanthemum"-Visiting chrysanthemum tastes frosty and sunny, and the glass is full of medicine, so don't wait long. Who planted first frost the month before? Where is autumn outside the fence? Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If a yellow flower helps a poet, it won't be a stick today. -Gongzi Hongyi's poem "On Chrysanthemum"-Autumn garden hoes planted chrysanthemums here, so they were planted in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today. Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free. -Gong Yizi's "Chrysanthemum Poetry"-Moving the chrysanthemum garden is more expensive than gold, and it is a little shallow and deep. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang. Shu Yun is even more arrogant. It seems that I am the only one who knows her! It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations. -pillow summer old friend chrysanthemum poem-chrysanthemum piano thinking wine, several cases Tingting embellishment seclusion. There are three paths of incense, and the book thrower is right for an autumn. First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time. -Xia Zhen's old friend Chrysanthemum Poem-Rogue poet sings about the unconscious invasion of Chrysanthemum, and his voice sinks from the fence. I wrote in the frost at the end of the play that the mouth is fragrant to the moon. All the words on paper are their own sorrow. Who can understand their inner feelings through words only? A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today. -Princess Xiaoxiang's chrysanthemum poem-I don't know how crazy it is to paint chrysanthemum poems. Is it a contest between painters and painters? Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost. The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn. Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang. -Heng Chrysanthemum Poem-Ask Chrysanthemum to know the autumn feelings, mumbling to knock on the fence: Who is lonely and proud? Late to blossom? Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while? Chrysanthemum poem-hairpin chrysanthemum bottle is busy with fence planting, so I have to take a break to recognize the makeup in the mirror. Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol. The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream. Clap your hands and laugh at the roadside when you are in high spirits. -Poems by Bajiaoke Chrysanthemum-Qiu Guang's chrysanthemum shadows overlap and sneak into Sanjiao. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon lock exquisitely. Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, and frost seal is vivid and dreamy. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it. Who can be drunk and hazy? -Xia Zhen's old friend Ju Shi-Ju Meng fence is sunny in autumn, but it is not sunny with clouds and moons. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao. When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who will complain: the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite! -Princess Xiaoxiang's Chrysanthemum Poem-The residual chrysanthemum dew frost gradually falls, and the feast is only after the light snow. There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches. It's cold and late in Wan Li. See you in the autumn wind next year, and miss you for the time being!