Chant the soul trace of Baihaitang's limited door basin, explore the spring setting sun and cold grass, and moss spread in the rain basin. Jade is hard to compare with cleanliness in spirit, and snow is easy to ecstasy. My heart is a little delicate, and my beautiful image has traces in the middle of the night. Don't say that fairies can feather, but my passion will accompany me to sing until dusk. Baochai cherishes her graceful posture, closes the door during the day and fills the moss basin with her own hands. Rouge washes away the autumn shadows, and the ice and snow attract the soul. Trouble makes jade disappear. If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will feel dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting. Baoyu's autumn colors reflect the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow. When you take a bath, holding the jade is like holding your soul. It is too real to create a shadow. The breeze does not disperse thousands of worries, and the rain adds tears. Leaning on the painting column, if you are interested, you will clear the anvil and complain to send you to dusk. Daiyu has a half-rolled incense curtain and a half-covered door, and the autumn wind turns into ice. Women can't erase the traces of crows in their hearts. Who did they complain to? They are tired of relying on the west wind. Yesterday, a fairy in Xiangyun fell to Doumen and planted a pot of lantian jade. Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and beautiful women also leave their souls. Autumn shade holds what, rain stains add night marks. However, they like the poet's tireless singing, which makes loneliness weak. The second stage passes through Robbie Gate. Man-made sadness about autumn can easily break his soul. Tears are dried in the jade candle wind, and the crystal curtain breaks the moon. You tell Chang 'e your passion, and the night is dim in the empty corridor. Memorizing Chrysanthemum Poetry —— Meditation on the West Wind. When the red reed is heartbroken, there is no trace of autumn in the old garden, and the moon is thin and the frost is clear. Miss the heart with the geese, and seldom sit and listen to the evening anvil. I planted it by the hedge in front of the yard. I didn't expect to live in the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost to bloom today. There are thousands of poems about autumn by Qian Qian, and a glass of Leng Xiang is drunk. Spring irrigation and mud sealing make me know that the well diameter is clean. Gather old friends to play the piano and think about wine, and several cases are decorated with Tingting. Every other seat is divided into three paths, and the bookseller is right in an autumn .. In the spring breeze, peaches and plums don't stay together for a long time. I don't know how crazy I am to paint chrysanthemums, but I don't know how crazy I am. Is it a contest between Dan Qing and Fei Qing? Picking leaves splashes thousands of ink, saving flowers to dye a few traces of frost. If it is light, it will take off the autumn wrist fragrance. Don't think Dongli is idle, stick to the screen and chat to comfort Chongyang. Chrysanthemum-banana is used as a guest bottle for hedgerow planting every day. Fragrant dye nine autumn cream. When it is not fashionable, you can clap your hands and laugh at the roadside. "Chrysanthemum Dream-Princess Xiaoxiang" The autumn color is clear beside the fence, and the clouds and the moon are unclear. When you go to the immortals, you will admire Zhuang Sheng's butterfly, but you can still look for pottery when you recall the past. I will be agitated and scream when I sleep. Who will you complain to when you wake up, and you will feel infinite affection when you are dying. To visit Yi Zhu. You can't worry about the fence outside the windowsill. Wax bricks are far away, and cold songs are not enjoyable. If the yellow flowers pity the poets, they can't bear to hang the staff today. Moving the chrysanthemum pillow to the summer old friend's garden is as expensive as gold, a cluster of shallow and a cluster of deep. The branches are sitting on the fence, hugging their knees and singing in the Leng Xiang. It seems that I am the only one who knows you. Qiu Guang. Around the fence, the stones are sinking. The hair is full of cream and the mouth is fragrant to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity, who will tell Qiu Xin? After Tao's chapter, the eternal gale talked about the present. I asked Princess Chrysanthemum about autumn, mumbling to knock on the east fence. Who is lonely and proud, and who is hiding it, just like the flowers are late? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain a few words? Juying pillow summer's old friend, three roads overlap, sneaking around. There is a sparse light outside the window, and the fence screen is locked and exquisite. Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, frost seal is vivid, but dreams are empty. Taking care of the faint fragrance depends on who is intoxicated. The residual chrysanthemum and banana dew frost gradually tilted again. The branches are covered with green leaves. Half a bed falls, the bright moon flies, and the cold clouds in Wan Li are in full swing at night. Autumn wind knows next year, so don't miss each other for the time being. Singing willow like a dream-Xiangyun embroidered velvet and spit catkins, rolled up half a curtain of fragrant fog, and held hands together, which made Du Fu cry and envy. Live, live! Don't let spring dissipate. Xijiangyue-Baoqin Hanyuan is scattered and limited, and Sui Dykes are dotted endlessly. In the third spring, the career pays the east wind, and the bright moon and plum blossoms are dreams. How many courtyards? Who has a fragrant snow curtain? Jiangnan Jiangbei is generally like this, but it is hateful to leave people! Like a dream-Daiyu powder falls on Baihuazhou, and Xiangyan Pagoda still exists. A group of people in pairs. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic. Trees and plants know their worries, but young people are bald! Alas, who will give up and accept this life? Marry Dongfeng Chun regardless, come with me, and endure to stay for a long time. Linjiang Fairy-Baochai Bai Yutang Dance before Spring, Kochinda Volume. Bees and butterflies swarmed in the chaos. After several times, they must be entrusted to the dust. If they don't change, let them be together. Shaohua has no roots, and the wind helps me get to Qingyun! The Grand View Garden is engraved with a plaque-Yingchun Garden is beautifully decorated, which makes it deeply ashamed. Who believes that there is such a place in the world, and you can't think freely in Laining? The plaque created by the article-Xichun landscape stretches for thousands of miles, and terraces rise above five clouds. The garden is built in the glory of the sun and the moon, and Jingsheng creates articles. The plaque of Xue Baochai's Fiona Fang Zhong Rui was built in the west of the imperial city, and the auspicious clouds in China were shrouded in wonders. I like to move out of the valley and wait for Feng Laixiu. Writing has been wandering in the early morning, when filial piety should return to the province, Rui Zao will be full of colored pens. How dare you say goodbye to your shame? Baoyu, the official of Fenglai, is willing to show that the jade has just become successful, and you are good to Fenglai. The poles are green, and all are green. Water is blocked by curtains, and Ding Xiang is blocked by curtains. Don't shake the ghosting, the dream is long. Hongyi is fast and green, quiet, green wax is still rolling, and red makeup stays up all night. Master should be merciful. Vientiane wins glory. The famous Tanchun Garden has great potential and was ordered to learn a little. Exquisiteness is indescribable at the moment, and sure enough, everything is brilliant. Li Wan, the literary plaque, returned from Xiushui famous mountain, and her romantic literary talent was better than Penglai. Green scissors fans grass fans, red lining Hunan skirt dance plum blossoms. Zhu Yu should spread the prosperous times, and the immortals were lucky enough to go down to Yaotai. Once the famous garden is invited to visit, no mortal can enter. Immortal source plaque-where is Lin Daiyu's famous garden built? Wonderland is not the world of mortals. Thanks to the beautiful mountains and rivers, the scenery is new. Jingu is fragrant with wine, and Yutang is beautiful with flowers. I am happy to invite pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car. The garden is fragrant, the weeds are lush, and the lotus flowers help the fragrance. Soft lining is three spring grasses, and soft Xie Jia has a long dream. Apricot curtains are in sight, attracting guests to drink, and there is a mountain villa in the eye. Sang Yu has goose water and swallow water. There are green leeks in one spring and fragrant rice in ten miles. There is no need to be busy farming in prosperous times. That is, the poems on spring nights are just clouds and shadows, and the frogs in other lanes are even more unreal. Pillow. You can't bear to laugh often. Autumn night, crimson Yun Xuan without noise. In the summer night, you can soak silk gauze. Moss lock stone pattern makes you sleep crane, well floating tung dew wet crow. You can take your maid to Shu Jinfeng and lean on the windowsill to return to Cui Hua. I can't sleep at night because I am thirsty for wine. Because the smoke is heavy, you can make more tea. On a summer night, you can embroider beautiful women and have a long dream. The golden cage parrot is called tea soup. The window is bright. The glass sill is cool and the willow is cool. Shuige moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls over Zhulou. It's evening makeup and winter night. It's late at night, and Brocade is still awake. Songying saw cranes and pears everywhere in the courtyard. Daughter's poetry is cold, son's gold mink is light. But I like to wait on my son to try tea, sweep the new snow in time to cook crabs and praise Baoyu. Wandering childe has no intestines. The cold accumulation between the umbilicus made him forget his jealousy, and his fingers smelled of fish, which made him fragrant. Originally, the world had a beautiful mouth, and Poxian once smiled and was busy all her life. Baochai eats crabs, praises Guiai Tongyin, and Chang 'an looks forward to Chongyang. The road ahead is empty, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn. Chrysanthemum is also used to make wine and ginger is used to prevent sexual desire. What are the benefits of falling into the kettle today? Yuepu has surplus grain and millet. Daiyu is iron. I like to taste the color of the piled dishes first. Tender jade multi-chelate, red shell. Meat is even more pitiful. Who would advise me to do a thousand things to help others? It's the festival of our best products, fragrant wind chrysanthemum cream. Poetry Lu asks for an impromptu poem. The north wind was tight all night, and the snow was still floating when Xifeng opened the door. When she entered the mud, she was white, and Li Wan was everywhere. She cherished Qiong Yao. She intends to honor Hay, but Xiangling has no intention to decorate it. Li Qiyang turned around. The cold mountain has lost its green, the plum pattern is frozen, and the tide is not heard. It is easier to hang willow branches than to pile banana leaves. Musk coal melts into a tripod, and a gold mink in a sleeve cage. Just grab the window mirror, treasure the piano and stick pepper on the wall. The oblique wind is still there, and Dai Yu is talking. Where is the plum flute? Baoyu, whose Yu Di is this? The ugly Kun is trapped in the axis, and Baochai Dragon is fighting for the cloud. The wild shore belongs to the lonely bridge, and Xiangyun sings the whip and points to the bridge. Give Qiu pity and comfort, and add a sigh of relief to Baoqin. If you are depressed, you will be afraid of being shaken. Take a small step and Baochai will dance with your waist. The color of auspicious clouds is not afraid of frost fading. The birds in the deep courtyard are frightened by the cold, and the empty mountains crow old (owls) in spring. Up and down the steps, the smoke pool floats. The morning light appears at first sight, and the auspicious clouds are colorful, forever entering the night. Forget the cold for three feet, and Daiyu is relieved. Liars also ask each other, and Xiangyun crazy tourists like to recruit. The cat is broken, and so is the belt. Baoqin's wine leaves are hard to burn. Xiangyun doesn't sweep the mountain monks, Daiyu buries the piano. Baoqin stone building sleeps cranes, and Xiangyun brocade warms cats. Daiyu's moon cave turns silver waves, and Baoqin Xiacheng is hidden red. Xiangyun Qin is chewy, and Daiyu is drunk with bamboo. Baochai or a wet mandarin duck belt condenses jade when Baoqin plays. Xiangyun is still full of wind, and Daiyu has not rained. Li Wan wished Shun Yao a poem. In the middle of the Third Five-Year Plan, Li Qi's autumn night tour was to go to Shangyuan. There are many orchestras everywhere in the sky. There are several places flying wildly, but no one opens the porch. The faint cold wind roared by, and the beautiful night scene was Jessica Hester Hsuan. Cake laughs at yellow hair, melon laughs at green flowers. The fragrance in Jin Xuan is new and glorious, and the color is healthy and luxuriant. Candlelight is bright and flowers and drums are loud. The clear light shook. Listen to three announcements. Ayabeni is rolled into dots to obtain plain dried Kun. Reward and punishment, regardless of the host and guest, recite poems in Zhong Kui's order. When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there, and the music is even more boring. I gradually heard laughter, leaving traces of ice and snow. The steps were exposed to bacteria, and the palace smoke gathered in the evening. In autumn, stone pulp and leaves fall in a hurry. It's dark and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has faded. The crane shadow crosses the cold pond, and the flower soul buries Leng Yue. Miaoyu Right Mid-Autumn Night Grand View Garden is picturesque. Jinding sells thirty-five rhymes, and the fat ice is greasy with jade pots. The flute makes women cry, but time is warm. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the screen is hidden. Thick moss is smoother and frosty. You (Si) Xiao Lutun. There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. If you are familiar with the path, you can't forget it. If you know it, don't ask the source. The bell rang in Cui Si Temple, and the chickens in Daoxiang Village sang. You don't have to worry about being happy and sad. You can only give your fragrance to yourself, and you can talk to people you are interested in. You can't stop worrying about the cloud. Making tea will talk more about it. Three people sing red berries. "rosy clouds and Luo Fu dream separated. The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow. It seems to be an ordinary color, and the shade comes from his ice and snow. The word "plum" stands for white plum, which is lazy to give red plum, and welcomes bright flowers first. The scars on the frozen face are all blood, and drunkenness is also gray. Swallow Dan medicine by mistake, steal Yaochi, and take off old tires. Jiangnan in the north of the Yangtze River is bright in spring. Children compete for luxury in spring makeup. There is no snow in the threshold, and there is a sunset in the running water. The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson. The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt. Too many. It's all here:/yashe/Shijing/honglou/k1.html