Ah, it seems that the green mountains that can t be covered are faint, and the endless green water

"Ah, it seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint, and the endless green water is long. "YesFrom"Dream of Red Mansions".

Ah, it seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint and flowing.

Endless green water. "From "Dream of Red Mansions", "Dream of Red Mansions" is a world-influential work of human feelings[3], recognized as the pinnacle of Chinese classics, an encyclopedia of Chinese feudal society, and a collection of traditional culture. **With the rise and fall of the four major families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue as the background, with the family trivialities of Jiafu and the leisure of the boudoir as the context, with Jia Baoyu.

Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai.

's love and marriage story is the main line, depicting Jia Baoyu and the twelve hairpins of Jinling.

The center of good and evil endows the lover with the beauty of humanity and tragedy. Through the tragedy of the family, the tragedy of the daughter and the tragedy of the protagonist's life, the crisis of the last days of feudalism is revealed.

The whole poem is as follows: Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans, can't finish the spring willows and spring flowers full of painting buildings, can't sleep unsteadily, screen windows, after the wind and rain at dusk, can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow.

I can't swallow the jade grains.

choked on his throat, and he couldn't describe thinness in the glasses.

The brows that can't be opened, and the ones that are unclear are even more leaky.

Yikes! It seems that the green mountains that cannot be covered are faint, and the green water that flows continuously is leisurely.

Dream of Red Mansions is self-exhorting to "talk about love with the main purpose and record its events", only according to its own reasoning, follow the traces, get rid of the clichés, fresh and chic[1], and has achieved extraordinary artistic achievements. The special penmanship of "the real thing is hidden, and the fake village dialect" has opened the minds of later readers, and there are many speculations over time. The study of the reading of "Dream of Red Mansions" has formed a prominent science.

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The wind enters the pine line spring bridge and looks at the moon.

Ming Dynasty Wen Zhengming.

The night is cool and reclining on the Chiqi Bridge, and the clouds are scattered

The moon is in the treetops. Wildfires loom in the green mountainsThe fisherman's song is full of green water. I was drunk all night back then.

Cao Xueqin copied this poem!

This is a song written by Baoyu in the Dream of Red Mansions, alluding to Lin Daiyu.

Full poem. Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans, can't finish the spring willows and spring flowers full of painting buildings, can't sleep unsteadily, screen windows after the wind and rain dusk, can't forget the new sorrow and old sorrow. I can't swallow the jade grains, the golden waves choke on my throat, and I can't describe the thinness in the diamond glasses.

The brows that can't be opened, and the ones that are unclear are even more leaky. Yikes! It seems that the green mountains that cannot be covered are faint, and the green water that flows continuously is leisurely.

The daughter is sad, and the youth has been empty.

The daughter is worried, and the penitent husband is looking for a marquis.

My daughter is happy, and the color of the morning makeup in the mirror is beautiful.

The daughter is happy, and the spring shirt is thin on the swing rack.

Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans, and spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings. After the wind and rain and dusk, I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow. I can't swallow the jade grains and gold medicine, and my throat is full of throats, and I can't describe thinness in the diamond glasses.

The brows that can't be opened, and the ones that are unclear are even more leaky. Ah, it seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint, and the green water that flows constantly is leisurely.

The daughter is sad, and the youth has been empty.

The daughter is worried, and the penitent husband is looking for a marquis.

My daughter is happy, and the color of the morning makeup in the mirror is beautiful.

The daughter is happy, and the spring shirt is thin on the swing rack.

Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans, and spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings. After the wind and rain and dusk, I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow. I can't swallow the jade grains and gold medicine, and my throat is full of throats, and I can't describe thinness in the diamond glasses.

The brows that can't be opened, and the ones that are unclear are even more leaky. Ah, it seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint, and the green water that flows constantly is leisurely.