Lin Daiyu, Tik Tok, let's talk.

Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.

Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.

There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews.

Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Chanting chrysanthemum

This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.

I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.

A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Ask chrysanthemum

Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:

Who is lonely and proud of the world, who is secluded, and who is dying with flowers?

How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?

If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Jumeng

The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.

To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.

When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset.

When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.

Lin Daiyu

Shiwai Yuan Xian Paibian

Where is the famous garden built? Wonderland is not red.

Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.

He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.

Daiyu's topic of body double

Apricot curtains are in sight

Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.

Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.

A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.

In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.

Daiyu

After Baoyu continued to Zhuang,

Who is making pens for no reason?

Exercise south China & gt

Don't regret your ignorance,

But blame others for saying bad things!

Daiyu cries for flowers.

The flower soul is silent and heartless,

There are no surprises in birds' dreams.

Crying flowers and reciting poems

Every son is talented and beautiful,

Embroidering boudoir with incense alone,

Sobbing continues,

Flowers fell all over the ground, and birds were too scared to fly.

Lin Daiyu

Tipa's three stunts

one

My eyes are full of tears, my eyes are full of tears. Who did you throw them away for?

Giving gifts to rulers is not sad.

Secondly,

Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town day, and it is unintentional.

It is difficult to wipe the sleeves on the pillow, so he is set on fire and stained.

third

It's hard to gather pearls on the colorful line, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River are blurred.

Thousands of bamboos in front of the window, no fragrance?

Four chapters of Qin music-Lin Daiyu.

The wind is rustling and autumn is deep.

Beauty is thousands of miles away, thoughtful.

Where do you see your hometown,

Leaning against the railing, tears dyed my chest red.

The mountains are far away and the water is long.

Looking at the porch window, the moonlight will shine.

Worried, the milky way is dim,

The shirt is timid and the air is cold.

What happened to my son was not free,

It's very troublesome when you meet it.

My son and I hit it off,

Think of the ancients and give nothing.

Life is like dust,

Heaven and earth pity each other.

I can't stop feeling sorry for myself,

What about Su Xin in the sky and the moon?

Lin Daiyu's funeral speech

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.

My daughter in the boudoir is sad and sad.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?

Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.

Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.

How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.

The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.

May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I will die and be buried, but when will I die?

The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?

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

There are no sad songs for me, flowers falling and people dying.

Lin Daiyu's poems

Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.

Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.

There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews.

Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Chanting chrysanthemum

This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.

I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.

From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Ask chrysanthemum

Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:

Who is lonely and proud of the world, who is secluded, and who is dying with flowers?

How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?

If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?

Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)

Jumeng

The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.

To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.

When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset.

When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.

The autumn window is stormy

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

I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain.

Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly, break the autumn window and make Qiu Meng green.

Love autumn can't bear to sleep, ask yourself if autumn screen is in tears.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.

There is no wind in the autumn courtyard and no rain in the autumn window.

Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems 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.

Lin Daiyu: Tang Duoling.

The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance stays in Yanlou. Crowds of people lined up to form a carpet. flotage

It is also like a thin life, empty and romantic.

Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald. Alas, who will give up and accept this life? marry

Regardless of the east wind and spring, go by yourself and stay for a long time!

Tipa

When you are completely blind, who do you throw your tears at?

It's not sad to give you a listless gift.

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.