Fine verses from the Dream of Red Mansions: To open up the Hongmeng, no one cares about love, but only for the romantic love. However, the weather is sad, and the lonely time tries to drive away the foolishness, so the dream of the Red Mansions is staged to cherish the gold and mourn the jade.

The humble room was empty, but in those days the bed was full of wats; with decaying grass and withered poplars, it was once a singing and dancing venue. Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green gauze is now stuck on the canopy windows. It is said that the fat is thick and the powder is fragrant, how can the temples turn into frost? Yesterday there were bones in the loess, but tonight there are mandarin ducks under the red gauze tent.

Daiyu lamented, "Since you are my confidant, naturally I can also be your confidant. Since you and I are confidants, there is no need for the theory of gold and jade; since there is the theory of gold and jade, also It's your turn and mine, so why bother with a treasure hairpin!" - "Dream of Red Mansions"

My heart is broken when I take off my red silk coat, and my strength is thrown away long ago when I patched it up with gold. If you leave with your head covered, you will be a long way from now on.

Leave Yuqing, stay Yuqing, suddenly meet a benefactor; lucky mother, lucky mother, accumulated Yin Gong. Encourage people to help the poor, don't be like my ruthless uncle who loves money and forgets his flesh and blood. It is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, and there is a firmament above.

Shrunken shoulders, slender claws and water snake waist, why do you have a low life and a strong qi? In the past, it was hard for a rich person to smile, but there were always rumors about sorrow and separation.

Throwing beads and rolling jade, I just secretly wash it, and I have no intention of spending the day in leisure; it is difficult to wipe the edge of the sleeves on the pillow, leaving it speckled and stained.

Hairpin Ju wants to know why she is in such a hurry, so she chooses Jin Ying to wear beautiful makeup. Jingjie's fence is called mysophobia, and Dongpo's stone bank is said to be sparse. The clothes are stained with autumn dew, and the temples are dyed with pity for September frost. No matter how many people turn their eyes at that time, the villagers get drunk next to the ancient pavilion.

Under Qian’s screen window, the young master has no chance. In the loess ridge, how miserable is your fate?