Order: Self-order

The masterpiece of "The Red Mansion" has been edited by the legend; the anecdotes of Zhiyan, which is quite common and different from the wrong view of the elixir and the wrong view of the elixir, and the hard white are all the same: some are the slander, and the sarcasm of the swans and the like; some are the virtual jade, and forget the crane and the duck are more clumsy; some are devoted to searching for hidden things, and they are empty talk, and they are accompanied by poems about the praises of Buddha in Meicun, and the works of the remnants of the Sanghai Sea, and the jade is ineffective and the sacred appearance of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of

Some people recommend it, but Meng can't get it

The beauty is a fable; the autumn water and the south of the country are all incomprehensible. They are all imitated by the hidden words of Shanxiong, and the thin words of the pot and cypress are precious and suspected, among the horse traces; the beauty is confused, the wax tears and silk metaphor is far away, and the author is far away, and the man is forced to pull and pull, and the body is swaying, and the millet leaves the iron and sinks, and the original cave is lost in the south; the tower is ashes, and the tower is still crying, and the cold cuckoo is still swallowed; the desolate life experience, how can you dream of butterflies? Why don't the ancients worry about the same thing, I will bow my headIf you don't read Zheng's notes, you would rather be able to sacrifice and sorrow; if you can warm the wine in Lu, why is it like pouring a piece of cake? I once lamented the Southern Song Dynasty poems, writing about the willows; the late Ming Dynasty patriots burst into tears, peach blossoms, and the other generations have encountered the rest of the charm, but half of the wall is still, singing and dancing; the four directions are boiling, and there has never been a mosquito hole to thrive, throwing insects and sand in children's plays, and the people who drooped the insects and sands down, hated the immortals; the ban suddenly moved, and the cold copper-di Li steps were the stems, but how could the bones of the gradual platform know; Shi Cheng was eternally empty, and the spirit of the original temple was still painful

It is said that the household has been displaced; the invasion is in the Xunmen, and suddenly it has fallen into the carriage and soap. Although it has become a woven piece of paper. The tears of the sea cannot be eliminated, so it is better to have a blank pen in the book.

Because I remembered that I was fond of the old days, I was fond of the officials; I talked about the "Stone Records" and suppressed the hairpin and the dawn, which was almost the same as thousands of beaks; I asked Jia Bian Zhen, and so on for a while, and I was trying to search for secrets, and I tried to sweep away the floating bamboos in Xiang, and continued my youthful beauty with mandarin butterflies; Chu Lan expressed her anger, and extended her to punish the matchmakers for the difficulty of copying the white snow, and held the piano and stalking; and I spent many time in this Qingmen, looking for dreams and speaking happily in the present, kicking the parrot; I made a lonely and sincere relationship with each other, and also enjoyed orchidsun saying that the color is not empty, just like using the mirror of Tianxiang; I was separated from the book of Shi Yin and the pictograms of Yu Ding, and all the words were based on the original; Lu Ge was refreshing, and the spirit was invincible, and he was proud of his desire to be in front of him, so why did he care?

Alas! The aspirations of returning to heaven are like the flash of cereus; those who know me in history and fame and fortune according to the several lines of paper leaves and fields will talk about the old news of Tianbao; if someone is there, it is proved that the scholars of the Zhenyuan Dynasty will not be able to laugh at the Crystal Pearl, and ask what they do and do to you. I must know that the turbid jade is spiritual, and I hope that this hometown will be old.

In the spring of Yimao, the clouds and flowers are hidden in Yipu Zhuxuan