~ ~ the last poem of a dream of red mansions ~ ~

Interpretation of "Good Songs" (First Time)

The full text of this poem is like this

The humble room is empty and the bed is full; Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window. What do you say about thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are the temples frosted again? Yesterday, the loess dragon sent bones, and tonight, the red light lies at the bottom of the account. A box full of gold and a box full of silver, everyone is slandering beggars. I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back! If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future. Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane! Because the gauze cap is too small, it locks the cangue bar; I felt cold in my coat yesterday, but now I feel purple python is long: noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think my hometown is my hometown. That's ridiculous. In the end, it was all on the wedding dresses for other girls!