The setting sun is cold and the grass is heavy, and the moss is full of rain pots.
Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget.
My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.
Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.
Bai Yong begonia-Baochai
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Marriage fat washes away the shadow of the autumn stage, and ice and snow attract the soul.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.
Bai Yong begonia-Baoyu
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven sections are full of snow.
Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
The morning wind is not scattered, and the rain adds a trace to the swamp.
Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.
Bai Yong begonia-Lin Daiyu
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Bai Yong begonia-Shi Xiangyun (two songs)
one
The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.
Naturally, the frost moth prefers the cold, and the unloving woman also leaves a soul.
Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.
But I like the poet to sing tirelessly, and I am willing to make myself lonely.
Secondly,
The price of Zhi Heng leads to the door of Luo Xue, which is also suitable for corners and basins.
Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness.
Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
The dark color wants to persuade Chang 'e, and the night is dim in the empty corridor.
Baochai: easy to live
Look at the west wind and meditate, when the reed is red and white and 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 my heart and go back to the wild goose. It is too late to sit and listen.
Who pities my thinness and comforts me goodbye?
Baoyu:
Visit chrysanthemums
Try it while it's sunny in first frost. Don't leave the medicine in the glass for a long time.
Who planted first frost the month before? Where is the autumn outside the fence?
Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough.
If the yellow flowers pity the poets, they will not hang up their branches today.
Chrysanthemum planting
I brought the autumn garden and planted it 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.
Xiangyun:
play a chess game
Other gardens are more expensive than gold, one cluster is shallow and the other is deep.
Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.
It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant.
It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.
Chrysanthemum donor
Playing the piano and thinking about wine is fascinating, and several cases are Tingting.
Every other seat is divided into three roads, and the book thrower faces the 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.
Juying
Qiu Guang overlapped heavily and plunged into the third road.
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, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.
I can't put it down. Let's go to the Red Chamber, hehe.
Daiyu:
Chanting chrysanthemum
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
Ask chrysanthemum
Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?
Jumeng
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.
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 to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Baochai: Draw chrysanthemums.
I don't know how crazy the pen after the poem is, so this is 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 that Dongli is idle, and stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.
Tanchun: praise drama
The bottle for hedgerow planting is getting busier every day, 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.