The paper is full of absurd words and a handful of bitter tears, and the author is said to be an idiot. Who can understand the meaning?

——Cao Xueqin

No matter how weak the water is, I will only take one ladle to drink.

——Cao Xueqin

Spring hates and autumn sorrows are all caused by oneself, who can be beautiful for the beauty of the moon.

——Cao Xueqin

When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red flowers disappear and the fragrance disappears? The spring pavilion is tied with soft gossamer, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight. She is full of melancholy and has no place to release it. She hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain and endures the falling flowers to come and go? , The willow silk and elm pods are blooming, regardless of the peach blossoms and Li Fei, the peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who knows who will be in the boudoir next year? , March incense nest has been built, the swallows between Liang are so ruthless! Although the flowers of the next year can be pecked, they will still fall into the empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost, and sword force each other, how long can the beauty and beauty last? Once wandering, it is hard to find. Flowers are easy to see and hard to find when they bloom. The flower buryer is buried in front of the steps. Leaning alone on the flower with a hoe, tears are shed secretly. Blood stains are seen on the empty branches. The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk. The lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door. The green The lamp shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. What is wrong with the slave? Half pity for spring and half annoyed for spring. I feel pity for spring and then I am annoyed and go away. I have no words to say when I leave without hearing it. I sang a sad song outside the court last night. I know that it is the soul of flowers and the soul of birds. The souls of flowers and birds are always hard to stay. Birds are gone. Yanhua is ashamed of herself.

——Cao Xueqin