Without the talent to mend the sky, it is a waste of time to enter the world of mortals. Who sent it to make a strange biography?

No one can repair the crumbling sky, and no one can wander in the world for so many years in vain. My experiences in heaven and earth are described here. Who would ask you to copy them into anecdotes and rumors?

2, "Ode to a Dream of Spring" Author: Qing Dynasty-Cao Xueqin

Spring dreams disappear with clouds, flying flowers chase water; Why bother sending a message to all the children?

Joy is short-lived, just like a spring dream dispersed by clouds; Youth is fleeting, just like falling flowers, drifting with the tide. Warn men and women all over the world why they should look for these meaningless troubles.

3, "Von Lion" Qing Dynasty-Cao Xueqin

Xiuyu's early success is worthy of being called a phoenix. The poles are green and dripping, both green and cool. Build by laying bricks or stones hinders the water steps, and wear curtains to hinder the tripod incense. Don't shake the ghosting, good dreams begin to grow.

Beautiful bamboo has just borne fruit, which is only used to entertain the incoming phoenix. The bamboo is green, and clusters of bamboo leaves are cool. The bamboo forest prevented the spring water around the steps from splashing on the steps, and the dense leaves prevented the smoke from the cauldron from floating over the door curtain. Don't shake the mottled shadow of bamboo. May the sweet daydream be beautiful and long.

4, "Zhi Heng Qingfen" Author: Qing Dynasty-Cao Xueqin

The garden is full of weeds, and the radish helps the fragrance. Soft lining with three spring grasses, gently dragging a wisp of incense. Light smoke fans winding path, cold Cui drops cloister. Who is the song of "Pond"? Xie Jia has a long dream.

Du Heng's vanilla reveals the tranquility of the garden, and Luo Heng's lingering seems to add its fragrance. The vines are soft against the green of March grass, and the flowers are soft, dragging out a refreshing fragrance. Rattan leads to smoke and fog, and the winding path in the garden is secluded. Dewdrops on the grass are cold and green, and pavilions and cloisters are wet. If the beautiful sentence "Spring grass grows in the pond" is sung in a dream, is it only in Xie Jia that there is a sweet dream that leads to poetry?

5, "Autumn Window Rainy Night" Author: Qing Dynasty-Cao Xueqin

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long. I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even the night roared by, and the lights seemed to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

Flowers and plants wither in autumn, and the dim light makes the autumn night look longer. I already feel that there are endless autumn colors outside the window. How can I endure the wind and rain in autumn to make autumn more desolate? How quickly the wind and rain in autumn came, which shocked the green in my dream. I can't sleep with the sadness of autumn. I move the tearful candle to the screen. The flickering candle lit the short-handled lampstand, which affected the mood of sadness and parting.

Whose yard is not attacked by autumn wind, and it doesn't rain outside the window in autumn? Silk can't resist the force of autumn wind, and autumn night will leak more rain and urge more urgent rain. The autumn rain that lasted all night seemed to be crying with someone who was about to leave. The yard is more depressed under the fog of autumn rain, and water drops drip from time to time on the sparse bamboo leaves outside the window. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, tears have wet the window screen.