Classification: social/cultural >> Historical figures

Problem description:

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Analysis:

Flowers of war mentioned in A Dream of Red Mansions

1, Lin Daiyu

Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.

The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.

Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow.

The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.

2. Xue Baochai

All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone.

Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.

Alas, the only fly in the ointment is today's letter: even Qi Mei's case is hard to settle.

3. Yuan Chun

I like splendor, but I hate impermanence. Look, throw everything away. Leisure, the soul is consumed. Looking at home,

The road is far and the mountain is high. So, I told my parents in my dream: My son's life is in the grave, and my family needs to take a step back and come out early!

4. Spring Festival

Zhongshan Wolf, a ruthless beast. I don't care about today.

Blind, arrogant, greedy. Look at that, Houmen banquet is the same as Liu Pu;

For practitioners, government money is as obscene as money. Sighing the fragrance of the soul, a load of swaying leisurely.

5. Tanchun

Sail three thousand miles through the storm and throw your flesh and blood home together. I'm afraid crying will damage my old age.

Tell your parents not to worry: poverty has been fixed since ancient times, and there is no possibility of separation.

From now on, we will be divided into two places, each keeping safe. I want it back, don't get involved.

6. Xi Chun

How about seeing through those three springs? Knock out youth and find a bright sky.

What do you mean there are many peaches in the sky and many apricots in the cloud? Who saw Qiu survive?

Look, people in Bai Yang Village are sobbing, and ghosts are singing under the green maple forest.

What's more, it's almost dark, and the grass has built a grave. What's more, the poor yesterday and the rich today have worked hard.

Spring and autumn are fading. Like this, who can escape life and death? Wen said:

Precious trees in the west is called a whirling tree, which bears lasting fruits.

7. Wang Xifeng

What a coincidence! Forget it!

Heartbroken before death, ethereal after death.

The rich are richer; In the end, there will be one, and the family will be ruined.

Hanging in my heart for half my life is a waste of time. Night is like a dream.

Suddenly like the first floor, suddenly like Yi Deng.

Ah! One happy and one sad. Sigh the world, it's hard to decide!

8. Shi Xiangyun

When I was a baby, my parents lamented their death. Living in the jungle, who knows how to pet it?

Fortunately, natural heroes are generous and never care about their children's affairs.

In that way, the moonlight was bright in Yutang. This fellow deserves to be both talented and handsome, and has won for a long time.

When I was a child, I must have folded into a bumpy shape. Finally, the clouds disappeared and the water dried up the Xiangjiang River.

This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste your sadness.

9. Qin Keqing

Painting beams in spring leaves fragrant dust. Good at amorous feelings, grasping the appearance of the moon,

Is the root of failure. Everything is respected,

The death of a family is the first sin. Always because of love!

10, Miaoyu

Temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and talent is rich in fairy. Loneliness is human nature, and everyone is rare.

Your way is to spit out the meat and see the continuation of the front edge as vulgar; But I don't know that the more jealous good people are,

It's a shame to lead an honest and clean life. Alas, the people in the ancient temple of Deng Qing will become old and lonely.

Red pink vermilion floor spring color diaphragm! Finally, it is dirty and against one's will;

In that way, the flawless white jade was stuck in the mud; Why, the prince sighed.

Qiaojie 1 1

Stay in Qing Yu, stay in Qing Yu, and suddenly meet a benefactor; Lucky mother, lucky mother, accumulate yin work.

Persuade students to help the poor. Don't be a cruel uncle like me, a traitor who loves money and forgets flesh and blood!

It's multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, with the sky on it.

Liwan 12

Kindness in the mirror is more worthy of fame in the dream! Any news about that beautiful young man? Don't mention the embroidery account again. Only by wearing a pearl crown and a phoenix coat can we resist impermanence. Although it is, life should not suffer from old age and poverty, but also need to accumulate children and grandchildren. High-spirited, wearing a tassel, radiant, with a gold seal on his chest, Wei Hehe, Jue Deng,-faint and miserable, near the yellow road! Can ancient generals still exist? It's just a hollow reputation. Later generations admire it.

Cao Xueqin divides his flesh and blood

Sailing in the storm, 3000 people threw their homes together.

I'm afraid crying will damage my old age. Tell my parents to have a rest.

Since ancient times, the poor have always had a fixed clutch. Is it impossible?

From now on, separate the two places, ensure the safety of slaves, and don't get involved.

Cao Xueqin's dream introduction

Spring dreams fly with clouds and chase running water.

Send a message, why do children find leisure?

Cao Xueqin's life is unbearable.

Temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and talent is rich in fairy.

Natural loneliness is rare in the world.

Your way is to vomit meat, which makes the resumption of the front edge disgusting.

But I don't know that the taller people are, the more jealous they are.

It's a pity that people in this ancient temple of Deng Qing will get old.

Failed to live up to the stop of the spring scenery in Pink House.

In the end, I was still covered in dust and dirty.

Like a flawless white jade stuck in the mud

Why does the prince sigh?

Cao Xueqin finished singing.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only fame can't be forgotten.

Where will the past and the present go? A pile of grass is gone.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only gold and silver can't forget them.

Finally, I just hate getting together and closing my eyes for a long time.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only wives can't forget them.

On your birthday, you said Enqingjun died and left with someone else.

Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them.

How devoted have parents been to their children and grandchildren since ancient times?

Cao Xueqin has a good ending.

Spring comes to paint beams and fall fragrant dust.

Being good at all kinds of customs and grasping the appearance of the moon is the foundation of the prodigal family.

The first crime is to die while respecting your family.

Always because of love.

Cao Xueqin is dreaming.

Is it embroidered velvet, spit and roll up half a piece of fragrant fog?

Empty hands, cuckoo crying, swallow jealous.

Live and live, don't let spring slip away.

Cao Xueqin's Xijiang Moon

Hanyuan is scattered in a limited way, and Sui Dykes are scattered all over the place.

Three spring career, round east wind Yue Ming pear flower dream.

A few red yards, whose fragrant snow curtain is there?

Jiangnan jiangbei is generally eccentric and annoying to others.

Cao Xueqin gave chrysanthemums.

Playing the piano and thinking about wine is a kind of enjoyment. Several cases are tingting dotted with seclusion.

Sitting opposite the incense of the three roads, throwing a book at the autumnal equinox.

First frost cleared the paper account and came to a new dream garden, reminiscing about the past in the cold setting sun.

Because of the same smell, the spring breeze is proud, and both peaches and plums didn't stay for long.

Cao Xueqin gave chrysanthemums.

Playing the piano and thinking about wine is a kind of enjoyment. Several cases are tingting dotted with seclusion.

Sitting opposite the incense is divided into three roads, and the book is exposed for one autumn.

First frost cleared the paper account and came to a new dream garden, reminiscing about the past in the cold setting sun.

Because of the same smell, the spring breeze is proud, and both peaches and plums didn't stay for long.

Funeral Ci of Cao Xueqin and Lin Daiyu

Flowers fade, flowers fly, the sky is red, and the fragrance disappears. Who has compassion?

Soft spring pavilion gossamer, falling catkins and sticking embroidered windows.

The daughter in the boudoir is full of sadness at dusk in spring.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered window by hand and endure falling flowers again and again.

The pods of willow and elm drifted from wheat straw to Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be released next year. Who knows next year?

In March, the fragrant nest was built at the beginning of Liang Yanyan, which was too heartless.

Although we can peck flowers next year, we can't go to the empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind, frost and sword are pressing hard.

When can I make a bright and moving girl wander and hard to find?

Bloom, it's easy to see that people who are worried about burying flowers haven't had an accident.

Steal a flower hoe alone and shed tears on the branches above to see blood stains.

The azaleas are speechless. At dusk, the lotus hoe returns to cover the heavy door.

The blue lantern shone on the wall, and the window was not warm when he first slept.

The blame farmer's ass is twice as frustrating as pity and trouble.

The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and silence.

Last night, the sad song outside the pavilion revealed that it was the soul of flowers and birds.

It is always difficult to keep the soul of a bird.

May Nong's wings fly to the end of the sky with flowers on this day.

Where is Xiangshan in the end of the world?

There is no trick, you can hide the wind in the pure land

Clean the essence, clean it and don't let pollution sink into the ditch.

I died today, and I don't know when I will be buried.

People who bury flowers today laugh and laugh, and they won't know who it is until one year later.

Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.

I don't know if there are any sad songs suitable for me.

Cao Xueqin's eyebrows are white

One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade.

If you say that there is no fate, you will meet him again in this life.

If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty?

One is in vain, the other is in vain.

One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror.

How many tears can there be in Langxiang's eyes?

How to get from autumn to winter and from spring to summer?

Cao Xueqin's Twelve Women in Jinling and its Supplement

(Song Qingwen)

It is difficult to meet colorful clouds on the moon, and the heart is higher than the sky.

Romantic dexterity attracts people to complain about their longevity, and many of them are sentimental because of slander.

(chanting attack)

In vain, warm, clouds like laurel trees, like orchids. The actress is blessed, but the son has no chance.

(Sighing Xiangling)

Lotus roots and stems are really hurt in life. Since the isolated trees in the two places have brought the fragrant soul back to its hometown.

Original of Cao Xueqin's Twelve Women in Jinling

(Baochai and Daiyu)

Alas, when the machine stopped, who pitied the sheep to hang the jade belt in the forest and bury it in the snow?

(Yuan Chun)

In the past 20 years, how did Bloom meet in the early spring?

(Tanchun)

Only because of Qingming ambition, from long life to the end of the world, Qingming tears send Jiangdong Feng a dream far away.

(Xiangyun)

What is wealth? When I was a baby, my parents violated the exhibition and hung up their eyes. Xiangjiang River died in Chu Yunfei.

(Miao Yu)

If you want to be clean, you may not be empty. If you are poor in gold and jade, you will eventually sink into the mud.

(Spring Festival)

When the son of Zhongshan Wolf succeeded, he went to Huang Liang for a long time.

(Xichun)

Can break three spring scenery is not long, change the makeup of the past, poor embroidery households, the back door woman lying alone next to Deng Qing ancient Buddha.

(Sister Feng)

Every bird knows that it loves this life from the end of its life, which makes it even more sad for three people to cry until Jinling.

(Qiao Jie)

The battle was defeated and Hugh Yungui's family died. Among my relatives and friends, I met my benefactor because I helped Liu.

(Li Wan)

Peaches, plums and spring breeze all bear fruit. Who is like a pot of blue ice water? I was jealous of others and played a joke on them.

(Qin Keqing)

In love, endless fantasy of love and physical feelings will meet, she will be the main slut, and she will be proud of making trouble. It's really better to start.

Nankezi of Cao Xueqin

Hanging in the air, winding silk

It is also difficult to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

When I left for you, I knew.

When Yinger is worried about butterflies, see you next spring.

Cao Xueqin hates impermanence.

Xi Ronghua just hates impermanence again.

Leave everything behind

Idle wandering consumes the fragrant soul.

Wang Jiaxiang Road is far away and the mountain is very high.

So I told my parents in my dream.

My son's life is in the grave. I need to step back and come out early.

Cao Xueqin's Autumn Window Storm

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.

I used to think that the autumn window was boundless and bleak like wind and rain.

Help autumn wind and autumn rain break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn. I took my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short face, pulling sadness away from love.

Where is the autumn courtyard without wind? There is no rain in autumn windows.

Luojiang can't resist the remnants of autumn wind and urge autumn rain.

Even the pulse of the night seems to be accompanied by tears in front of the lamp.

When the cold smoke courtyard turned to the depression to drain the bamboo window, it dripped.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Poems

Endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans

Spring never ends, and Liu Chunhua is full of paintings.

Sleepless screens after storms and dusk

Can't forget new worries and old troubles.

Jade can't swallow, and Jin Lang has a lump in his throat.

I can't see the thinness in the diamond mirror.

A frown that won't open.

Unknown leaks more.

Ah/oh

Just like you can't cover the green hills.

Running water and green water are long.

Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions

Whoever opens the HarmonyOS system as a lover is only interested in romantic feelings.

When you are sad and lonely, try to be stupid.

So this dream of red mansions is performed on the stage.

Preface to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions

Finally, when I was busy, the banquet was over.

Sorrow and joy are the same as dreams, and dreams of ancient and modern times are ridiculous.

Slowly, black tea cries more, more spoony and more bitter.

Every word seems to be blood. Ten years of hard work is unusual.

Cao Xueqin threw the birds into the forest.

The official's family business is dying.

Rich gold and silver are gone.

A narrow escape with good intentions.

Ruthless and clear retribution

I owe my life.

The tears I owe are gone.

Revenge is not light, and separation and aggregation are all determination.

If you want to understand life, you are lucky to be old and rich.

He who sees through escapes into an empty net.

Indulge in a wasted life.

It's like eating a bird and throwing it into the forest. This land is so clean.

Cao Xueqin Tang Duoling

Powder Stack The remnant Yanzilou in Zhouxiang, Bai Hua is formed in groups.

Wandering is like a thin life.

Every grass and tree knows how to worry about youth, but sighs at the end of life.

Marry Dong, no matter what, endure to stay for a long time.

Cao Xueqin Taohuahang

Outside the peach curtain, the morning makeup is lazy in the peach curtain.

Peach blossoms are not far from the curtain.

Dongfeng is going to open the curtains to see if they will roll up.

Outside the peach curtain, the old curtain is still open. The people inside are thinner than peach blossoms.

Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and news blows through the curtain.

The wind blows the fragrant curtain full of spring injuries before the court.

The gate of the idle moss courtyard is empty and the railing is inclined.

The railing people cried and stole the peach blossoms from her skirt.

Peach blossoms, peach leaves, flowers, new red leaves, bright blue flowers.

In the fog, Wan Gan Lou was sealed by smoke, and the walls were blurred with red.

The secret burns out, and the mandarin duck wakes up and moves the pillow.

The golden basin of the servant girl is full of water, and the fragrant spring is cold and rouge.

What is the color of rouge? Human tears.

If people's tears are longer than those of peach blossoms, they will flow and flatter themselves.

Tears are easy to dry, tears are dry, spring is exhausted, and flowers are gaunt.

The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and the flowers fly away, which makes people tired and easy to dusk.

With a cry, the spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtain is empty.

Cao Xueqin stayed in Qing Yu.

Stay in Qing Yu, stay in Qing Yu, suddenly met a benefactor.

Fortunately, my mother has accumulated yin work.

Persuade people to help the poor, just like my cruel uncle, a traitor who loves money and forgets his own flesh and blood.

What has the sky is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction.

Cao Xueqin asked Chrysanthemum

If you want to know about autumn, you don't know what to do.

Too late to bloom like a lonely label.

Why is the frost in Pu Lu Ting lonely? You can miss each other when you are sick.

Mo Yan, no one in the world talks about it. Why not say a few more words?

Baoyu in parasitic grass

I'm not you, and I don't understand his yin.

It's okay to come and go.

How sad and happy is it?

Everyone said they were close and dense?

Why was it boring before?

It's boring to think back now!

Cao Xueqin is eighteen or nineteen years old.

Kindness in the mirror is more worthy of fame in the dream.

He Xun, who has gone to the United States in his youth, will never mention embroidery again.

Only this rockhopper coat can't resist impermanence.

Although life is hard when you are old and poor, you need to accumulate children and grandchildren.

High-spirited, wearing a hairpin, radiant, with a gold seal on his chest.

Wei Hehe, Mr. Lu, in a daze, near the road.

Asking whether ancient generals can still exist is just an empty name and respect for future generations.

Cao Xueqin's mistakes in his life

All roads are good fortune. I only saw the old Wood and Stone Alliance.

Facing the crystal snow on the mountain, I will never forget the lonely Shu Xian forest in the world.

Sigh that there is a fly in the ointment in the world

Even in the case of Qi Mei, it is hard to understand.

Cao Xueqin visits chrysanthemums

Take a cup of medicine while it's hot. Don't stay long.

Who planted the fence before and after the frost? Where is autumn outside the fence?

Wax tiles are far away, and it's too cold to sing.

If the yellow flower pities the poet, it can't bear to hang a staff today.

Cao Xueqin likes enemies.

The fundamental reason why Sun Yat-sen's ruthless beast doesn't care about the sky.

Blind arrogance and greed

Look at that waiting door, it's as beautiful as it is.

Being a cheap public servant is just like being dirty.

Sigh, Fang's soul has been swaying for a long time.

Cao Xueqin's residual chrysanthemum

The dew and frost gradually poured, and the light snow just passed during the feast.

There is incense in the pedicle, and the branches are indifferent.

Half a bed falls on the moon, and the stinging sound cuts the cold clouds in Wan Li.

Don't miss each other until next autumn equinox.

Cao Xueqin painted chrysanthemums

Is it the contest between Dan Qing and Fei that makes me crazy in idle play?

Picking leaves, splashing ink, saving flowers and dyeing frost.

The fragrance of God jumps away from the fragrance of autumn wrist before the wind.

Don't think Dongli has nothing to do but chat on the screen to comfort Chongyang.

Cao Xueqin's Zi Ling Zhou Song

The autumn wind in the pond blew away the ruby shadow of the lotus overnight.

The leaves of Polygonum hydropiper are too sad, don't worry.

I can't hear the sound of playing chess all day, and the mud is a little dirty.

The ancients said goodbye to be friends, but now I am brotherly.

Cao Xueqin's Chrysanthemum Dream

The hedge is clear in autumn, and the clouds are not clear.

Looking back, looking for Tao.

When he was sleeping, Yi Yi went back with the geese, so he was very angry and screamed.

When I wake up, who will complain about the infinite love of the grass and the cold smoke?

Cao Xueqin's chrysanthemum shadow

Qiu Guang sneaked into the third path many times.

Window partition, ray tracing, distance fence screen, broken moon lock and exquisiteness.

Cold fragrance flows, the soul should be frosted, and the dream is empty.

Take good care of Dimfragrance and stop stepping on it. Who can make you dizzy?

Cao Xueqin's Understanding of Virtual Flowers

What about seeing through the peach blossoms and willows in March?

Destroy this youth and find a bright sky.

There are more peaches in the sky than apricots in the clouds.

Who survived the autumn in the end?

Then watch people in Bai Yang Village whimper and sing ghosts under the green maple forest.

What's more, it covers the grave with hay.

This is the torture of the poor yesterday and the rich today.

Who can escape such a life-and-death robbery?

It is said that precious trees in the west can bear lasting fruits.

Cao Xueqin praised Bai Haitang's exploration of spring.

The basin after the rain is a cold grass belt covered with thick moss and green grass in the sunset.

Jade is harder than clean snow in spirit.

My heart is a little delicate, and there are traces in the middle of the night.

Mo Daoxian Ke Yu sang dusk with me affectionately.

Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Xiangyun.

The immortal planted a pot of lantian jade in Doumen yesterday.

Naturally, the frost moth prefers Leng Yan, but she has to leave her soul.

The autumn shade holds out the rain and snow stains overnight.

But I like the poet's tireless singing, and I am willing to make loneliness weak.

It is also appropriate to pass through the falling snow door at the top of the ladder.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, but they are easy to break their souls because they are sad about autumn.

Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.

Love tells Chang 'e that without that empty corridor, the night is hazy.

Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Daiyu.

Half shutter and half door, grinding ice into soil, grinding jade into basin.

Steal pears for three points and borrow plum blossoms for nothing.

Fairy Jade Cave, sew the tears of the woman who is always in my heart in autumn.

Shy and silent with who? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind and the night is dim.

Cao Xueqin recited Bai Haitang Baoyu.

Autumn is pale, reflecting the heavy door. Seven knots are filled with a basin of snow.

It's so real to take a bath and make ice maps.

The morning breeze does not go away, and the rain adds a tear.

Leaning on the painting column alone, if you intend to clear the anvil and complain about the flute, send it to dusk.

Cao Xueqin chanted Bai Haitang Baochai.

Cherish the beauty and hide the door during the day, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.

Rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow absorb the soul.

Flowers are more colorful and sad, and jade is seamless.

Want to use cleanliness to pay for Bai Di's silence, Tingting is dizzy every day.

Cao Xueqin sings chrysanthemums

Rogue poets, demons invade the fence and sink their voices.

In first frost, I wrote an argument and sang to the moon.

Who can explain Qiu Xin's self-pity problems and complaints?

A sentence from Tao Hou's "Changfeng Today".

Cao Xueqin's influence on chrysanthemum

Moving from other gardens is more expensive than gold.

On the bank of the small hedge, Ke Tou sat in the Leng Xiang, hugging his knees and singing.

It is even more arrogant, but I am the only friend.

Qiu Guang wasted time to realize his relative desire to cherish an inch of time.

Cao Xueqin planted chrysanthemums.

The autumn garden with hoes was moved to the fence and planted everywhere in front of the yard.

I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.

A thousand autumn scenery poems and a glass of drunken wine.

Irrigation with spring mud, sealing and protecting the well, so that the well is free from dust.

Cao Xueqin has joys and sorrows.

When I was a baby, my parents lamented that they were all dead and lived in that bush, but they were spoiled.

Fortunately, I am a natural hero and generous, and I never care about my children.

Like the moonlight in the Jade Hall.

Xian Lang, whose talent and looks are worthy, won the lasting and accurate folding of childhood bumpy modeling.

Finally, there is a cloud, a prosperous Tang Dynasty and a dry Xiangjiang River.

This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste sadness?

Parasitic Grass and Drunk Wutai Mountain (a play by Baochai)

Tears of heroes, leaving Chu Shi's home,

Thank you for your compassion. Your tonsure is under the lotus stage.

There's no way to separate in the blink of an eye.

Naked, come and go without care.

Where can I ask for a roll of cigarettes and an umbrella?

Any one of my shoes is broken!

Cao Xueqin remembers chrysanthemums

Looking forward to the west wind, the red reed is white and heartbroken,

Empty hedge old garden, no trace of autumn, thin moon, clear frost, dreaming.

I miss my heart and go home with the geese. I sat listening to the late anvil idiot

Who pity my yellow flower disease? See you in Chongyang.

Cao Xueqin is clear and tired.

The authorities are too clever to count their lives.

Heartbroken before death, empty after death.

The rich would rather get married, while the dead go their separate ways.

I spent half my life worrying about it, wasting time and dreaming for a long time.

Suddenly it was like a building, like a lamp went out.

Ah, a sigh of joy and sorrow, you never know.

Cao Xueqin Linjiang County

Bai Yutang dances in front of the wind, and the east wind rolls evenly.

Bees gather around butterflies.

How many times have you gone with the water?

If you don't change for thousands of miles, he will get together and leave.

Don't laugh when you are young, there is no root.

Good wind frequency helped me get to Qingyun.

Cao Xueqin's chrysanthemum

Bottles are planted in hedges every day, and they are busy folding them to get the makeup off the mirror.

Chang 'an childe loves flowers. Mr. penzer is an alcoholic.

Cold-dipped short temples with three paths of dew and kudzuvine root fragrance dyed with nine autumn cream.

Clap your hands when you are in high spirits and laugh with him on the roadside.

Cao Xueqin's Inscription

Full of absurd words and bitter tears

Dou Yun's author is crazy about who can understand the taste.

Cao Xueqin's Three Unique Questions about pa

Eyes are empty, tears are empty, for whom do you throw them?

If you give me a gift of liberation, how can you not be sad?

Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town.

I finally wiped off the sleeves on the pillow and let him be found and dirty.

The color lines of the old traces on the Zhu Xiang River are blurred.

There are also thousands of bamboos in front of the window.