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. Write notes on flowers and clubs (1) Open the bottle: move the glass and start drinking. Bottles, wine glasses. Sentence unfinished: the poem is unfinished. Cut, decide, think carefully.
(2) Looking for spring and asking for wax: begging for red berries. The red belt is "spring" and the plum belt is "wax". Penglai, where the monk Miaoyu lives.
(3) Loyalty: refers to Guanyin Bodhisattva. Buddhist propaganda believes that her pure bottle contains nectar, which can help the disaster. Here, Guanyin is better than Miaoyu.
(4) Widowed moths: that is, Chang 'e wins wonderful jade. Outside the windowsill, outside the railing. It is also a coincidence that Miaoyu calls herself an outsider. Lin Daiyu said, "It's just a coincidence." (According to A Dream of Red Mansions) This sentence was changed to "small" in Cheng Gaoben of A Dream of Red Mansions, which is also a rash change without considering the original intention.
(5) Two sentences of "joining the WTO": These two sentences are special rhetorical syntax of poetry, which compare the Jade Palace to a fairyland, call it "joining the WTO" when returning to Mei, and call it "coming out of the dust" when seeking Mei in the temple. Mei is called "Leng Xiang", so it is divided into "cold" and "fragrant". "Picking red snow" and "cutting ziyun" are both metaphors of folding red plums. Mao Kankan's poem "Red Plum" in Song Dynasty: "Deep red snow will make cold branches." Li He's Song of Yang Sheng Blue and White Purple Graphite in the Tang Dynasty: "Step on the sky to sharpen the knife and chop Ziyun." Ziyun and Li He's poems originally referred to purple stone.
(6) The sentence "If you shovel" means "Who cherishes the poet's thin shoulder shovel". Such as shovel, also known as "hawthorn shovel" and "tooth inspection", describe the skinny appearance. Here, because of the cold shrug, the poet walked through the snow and braved the cold. Su Shi's poem "It's the Land Temple of Japan and the Soviet Union": "When thinking, you should wear a armor knife and shrug your shoulders when it's cold at night."
(7) Buddhist temple moss: refers to the moss of Emerald Temple. In poetic language, this sentence means that he still remembers the tranquility of the Buddhist temple on his way home. In poetry, "moss" is often used to write silence. Appreciation From the perspective of characterization, Xing Xiuyan, Wen Li and Xue Baoqin are all new roles, which should be exaggerated. But they just arrived in Jiafu, so they shouldn't pretend to be masters and write poems with their sisters. Therefore, in addition to what he has done, Lu's couplets still only highlight Shi Xiangyun. Everyone then asked them to add red plum poems, which are the author's supplementary pens, to take this opportunity to give some hints on their identity characteristics, and they got hints from the poems. The author introduced with the eyes of Wang Xifeng that although Xing Xiuyan was "pitifully poor", "unlike Mrs. Xing and his parents, he was a very gentle and painful person" (the 49th chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions). In her poems, the red plum blooms in the cold, which is indistinguishable from the spring flower. Although it is in the ice and snow, its color is unusual and vaguely contains these meanings. Sister Wen Li is the daughter of Li Wan's widowed aunt. Judging from the words in the poem, tears are all blood, disheartened, and there are also unfortunate experiences, or they express the pain of losing their father. Don't be frivolous. It can be seen that "Humpty Dumpty" is self-reliant and honest, and her personality is quite similar to that of Li Wan, probably due to the same environmental upbringing as Li Shouzhong who pays attention to Confucian "moral education". Xue Baoqin is a lady in the "four big families", and the rich and powerful women have a stronger "luxury" flavor than others. In the novel, there are "stunning" red plum and white snow renderings for her. Her poems are like self-portraits. Jia Baoyu claimed to be "unable to combine sentences" and was afraid of "rhyme danger", so he always "fell behind" when writing poems with limited topics and rhymes. He begged everyone to say, "Let me use my own rhyme, without restriction." This is not because he is dull, but because his personality doesn't like those formal artificial fetters. In order to prove this point, let him "be punished" and write two more poems without rhyme to recite his own facts. Therefore, this time, Shi Xiangyun's "drum" has not stopped, and Jia Baoyu's poem has been completed. Poems written at random are innovative. For example, the metaphor of "cutting ziyun" is borrowed from Li He's poem without learning its meaning. The word "Buddhist temple touches the moss" was not seen in previous works. Poetry reveals its temperament everywhere. "Entering WTO" and "coming out of the dust" remind people of Jia Baoyu's "origin" and destination. Jia Baoyu doesn't want "dew in a bottle", but "plum blossoms outside the threshold". Later, Jia Baoyu became a monk not to practice Buddhism, but to escape from reality and "jump out of the iron threshold." These, at least in artistic effect, enhance the fine and rigorous effect of the plot structure of the book. Cao Xueqin, his name is Zhan, that is, his name is Xue Qin and his name is He Qinpu. Famous writers and novelists in Qing Dynasty. Ancestors for the Central Plains * * *, Manchu Zhengbaiqi coating background. I am a liberal girl, once a mixed actress, and I was shut out. He has a wide range of hobbies: epigraphy, poetry, painting, gardening, traditional Chinese medicine, darning, crafts, diet and so on. He was born in a big bureaucratic landlord family with a "century-old family". He suffered a lot when his family came down. With perseverance and years of hard work, he created a dream of red mansions with strong ideological and artistic qualities. Cao Xueqin
Juanjuan's films are full of moonlight and autumn shadows, and the light in the silver pond is uncertain. Lv Yun Ran Ran powder is the first uniform, with high curative value and aromatic introspection. Flowers are windy and cold, sandalwood looks at the mirror alone. When he yearns and asks, he returns to his soul. The water is blue, the sky is clear and the night is eternal. -Qing Dynasty Wang Fuzhi's "Yulouchun An Baili" Yulouchun An Baili
Juanjuan's films are full of moonlight and autumn shadows, and the light in the silver pond is uncertain.
Lv Yun Ran Ran powder is the first uniform, with high curative value and aromatic introspection.
Flowers are windy and cold, sandalwood looks at the mirror alone.
When he yearns and asks, he returns to his soul. The water is blue, the sky is clear and the night is eternal. Who cares whether the flowers are faithful or not? 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 out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again. Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! 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 pressing; How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Flowers bloom easily, but they fall hard to find. The person who buried the flowers was worried in front of the steps, tears were secretly sprinkled on the flowers, and blood was seen on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble. The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself. May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! -Cheng Hua is flying all over the sky, who pity Hong Xiang? 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 flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! 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 it be glamorous? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and people suffocate in front of the steps. 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. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble. Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds. The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? If you don't collect your beautiful bones, a pure land will cover up your romantic life! It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The person who buried the flowers today smiled, but who did he know in 2008? 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! -Jia she flowers all over the sky, who pity red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. In the curtain, the daughter cherishes the spring ink, and there is nowhere to tell her sadness. Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? Willow pods come from wheat straw, whether the peach floats or the willow flies. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! 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 it be glamorous? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps. Only hoe incense and shed tears, sprinkle flowers and see blood stains. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble. Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds. The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May slaves grow wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I died today. I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die. The slave who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he know when he buried the slave? Let's see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is time for the beauty to die of old age! There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. —— Zhou School —— Burying Flowers by Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
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 out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Zhongyan is too heartless.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
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 out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
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 pressing;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.
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;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! —— elevation schoolbook
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
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 flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again?
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
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 it be glamorous? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and people suffocate in front of the steps.
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.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds.
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't collect your beautiful bones, a pure land will cover up your romantic life!
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The person who buried the flowers today smiled, but who did he know in 2008?
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! -Jiaxuben
Writing flowers is lyrical. Spring breeze begins in the garden, followed by cherry blossoms, apricots, peaches and pears. In that deep village, the spring breeze came to me. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Breeze
The spring breeze begins with plum blossoms in the garden, and the first time is cherry blossoms, apricot blossoms, peach blossoms and pear blossoms.
In that deep village, the spring breeze came to me.
Write about flowers in spring