Xiangyun took the title of the poem and nailed it to the wall with a needle. When everyone saw it, they said, "This topic is novel, but I'm afraid it won't be done." ”

Xiangyun said the reason for the unlimited rhyme. Baoyu said: "This is the right reason, and I don't like to limit rhyme." ”

Because Lin Daiyu didn't drink much alcohol and didn't eat crabs, she ordered someone to carry an embroidered pier and sit against the railing, fishing with a fishing rod. Baochai played with a stick of osmanthus in his hand, leaned over the window sill and pinched the cinnamon and threw it to the water, attracting the swimming fish to float up and sip. Xiangyun came back to his senses and asked the attackers and others to beckon everyone under the hillside to just eat a large amount.

Tanchun, Li Kun, and Xichun stood in the shade of the weeping willows and watched the gulls and herons. Yingchun is alone in the shade of flowers, holding flower needles and wearing jasmine. Jia Baoyu watched Daiyu fishing once, squeezed next to Baochai and laughed twice, and once watched the attacker and others eat crabs, and he also accompanied her to drink two sips of wine, and the attacker peeled a shell of crab meat for him to eat. Daiyu put down the fishing rod, walked to the seats, picked up the black silver plum blossom and poured herself into the pot, and picked out a small cup of begonia frozen stone banana leaves. The maid saw it, and knew that she was going to drink, so she hurriedly came up and poured it.

Daiyu said, "You just go and eat, let me pour it myself." ”

As he spoke, he poured half a cup, but saw that it was rice wine: "I ate a little crab, and I felt a slight pain in my heart, so I had to drink hot soju." ”

Baoyu hurriedly said, "There is soju." ”

Then he ordered a pot of wine soaked in acacia flowers to be scalded. Daiyu also only took a sip and put it down. Baochai walked over, took a cup, took a sip and put it down, then dipped the pen on the wall and ticked the first "Yi Ju", and added a word at the bottom.

Baoyu hurriedly said: "Good sister, I already have four sentences for the second one, let me do it!"

Baochai smiled: "I finally have a song, and you are so busy." ”

Daiyu didn't speak, took the pen and ticked the eighth "Ask Ju", and then ticked the eleventh "Ju Meng", and also added a Xiao character. Baoyu also picked up the pen and ticked the second "Visiting Chrysanthemum", and also added a Yi character.

Tanchun came to take a look: "No one made "Hairpin Chrysanthemum", let me make this "Hairpin Chrysanthemum". ”

He pointed at Baoyu and said with a smile: "I just said that you are not allowed to take out the boudoir, you have to be careful!"

As he spoke, he saw Xiangyun coming, and ticked off the fourth and fifth "Pair of Chrysanthemums" and "Offering Chrysanthemums" in a row, and also added a Hunan character. Tanchun said: "You should also give a number." ”

Xiangyun said with a smile: "Although we have a few pavilions in our house now, I don't live in them, and it's not interesting to borrow them." ”

Baochai said with a smile: "The old lady said just now, you also have such a water pavilion called Pillow Xia Pavilion, isn't it yours." Now that it's gone, you're the old master. ”

Everyone said that it made sense, Baoyu didn't wait for Xiangyun to make a move, so he erased the Hunan character and changed it to a Xia character. After a meal, the twelve questions have been completed, each of them was transcribed, and they were all handed over to Yingchun, and another Xuelang note was taken over, and it was transcribed together.

Yiju - Wujun, looking forward to the west wind and thinking about it, when the red reeds are white and broken. There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden, and the thin moon is clear and frosty. Thinking of the heart with the return of the wild goose, few sit and listen to the evening anvil idiot, who pities me for my yellow flower disease?

Visit Ju-Yihong Gongzi, take advantage of the frost and sunshine to try a visit, and the wine glass and medicine cup are not drowned. Who planted it under the moon before the frost? Where is the sorrow on the edge of the fence? The wax clogs are far away, and the cold groaning is not full of fun. If the yellow flower relieves the poet, he will hang the head of the cane today!

Planting chrysanthemums - Yihong Gongzi, with a hoe autumn garden moved from the past, planted in front of the fence. Last night I didn't expect to live through the rain, and today I still like to bring frost. Thousands of autumn poems are chanted, and a glass of cold wine is drunk. The spring irrigation mud seal is diligent and cherished, and it is good to know that the well path is free of dust.

For the old friends of the chrysanthemum-pillow xia, don't move to the expensive gold, a shallow bush and a deep bush. Xiao Shu sat on the side of the fence, hugging his knees and groaning in the cold fragrance. There is no king in the world, it seems that there is only my bosom friend. The autumn light flies and lives up, and it is relatively good to cherish the yin.

For chrysanthemum-pillow old friends, playing the piano and drinking wine are happy, and a few cases are embellished. The incense is divided into three paths, and the book-thrower is on a branch of autumn. The frost clear paper tent comes to a new dream, and the garden is cold and the sun reminisces about the old tour. Proud of the world also because of the same smell, the spring breeze peach and plum are not drowned.

Yongju - Xiaoxiang concubine, the rogue poet and demon invade at dawn, and the sound is self-sinking around the fence stone. Milliduan Yunxiu Linshuang wrote, and the mouth was fragrant to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, who will explain the autumn heart?

Painting chrysanthemum-Lu Wujun, the poetry and drama are not crazy, how can it be a contest between Danqing and Fei. The poly leaves are splashed with thousands of inks, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and thick spirit will be in front of the wind, jumping off the fragrance of the autumn wrist. Don't recognize the East Fence as idle, sticking the screen to chat to comfort Chongyang.

Ask Ju-Xiaoxiang concubine, who wants to know the autumn love, and mutters to knock on the east fence. Who is lonely and proud? The same flowers bloom as late at the bottom? How lonely is the frost in the garden, and the disease can be lovesick?

Hairpin chrysanthemum-banana is a guest, and the bottle is busy for the fence planting, and the makeup in the mirror is folded. The son of Chang'an is a, and Mr. Peng Ze is an alcoholic. The short sideburns are coldly stained with three-path dew, and the kudzu scarf is dyed with nine autumn frosts. When the high affection is not in the eyes of the people, clap his hands and laugh at the side of the road.

Juying-Pillow Xia's old friend, the autumn light is repeated, and the potential is sneaking in the three paths. The window is separated from the lamp and depicted far and near, and the fence screen breaks the moon and locks exquisitely. The cold fang should stay in the soul, and the frost seal conveys the dream of the gods. Cherish the dark incense and smash it, who is drunk and hazy.

Jumeng-Xiaoxiang concubine, the autumn by the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are not clear. Dengxian is not Mu Zhuang gave birth to butterflies, and he reminisced about the old and looked for Tao Lingmeng. Sleep and follow the goose off, startled back to the old annoyance. When you wake up, who do you complain about?

Remnant chrysanthemum-banana is off, the dew and frost are gradually poured, and the feast is only after the light snow. There is a lingering fragrance of gold and indifference, and the branches are not full of leaves and green leaves. The half-bed moon is sick, and the cold clouds and geese are late. Tomorrow's autumn breeze will know goodbye and break up for the time being.

Everyone watched a song and praised each other. Li Kun smiled: "Wait for me to come from the public review." Throughout the text, everyone has their own good sentences. Today's public comment: "Yongdai" is the first, "Ask the Chrysanthemum" is the second, "Chrysanthemum Dream" is the third, the title is new, the poem is also new, and the idea is updated, no wonder the concubine Xiaoxiang is the leader; ”

When Baoyu heard this, he clapped his hands happily and shouted: "Extremely, extremely fair!"

Daiyu said: "My song is not good, in the end it is sad." ”

Li Kun: "It's a good skill, and it doesn't show the stiffness." ”

Daiyu: "In my opinion, the first good sentence is to reminisce about the old days in the cold sun, and this sentence is powdered on the back." The book-thrower has been wonderful about a branch of autumn, and after saying the chrysanthemum, there is nowhere to say it, so he turned it back and thought of it before he folded it, and the meaning was deep. ”

Li Kun smiled: "Even so, your tongue is also a good match." ”

Tanchun said: "In the end, it is necessary to count the calm of Wujun, there is no trace of autumn, there is a dream of knowing, and the memory word is actually dyed." ”

Baochai smiled: "Your short sideburns are cold, and the kudzu scarf is fragrant and dyed, so you describe the hairpin chrysanthemum as if there is no seam." ”

Xiangyun said with a smile: "Who is hidden, for the bottom is late, I really have no words to ask a chrysanthemum." ”

Li Kun smiled and said: "Your head sits, hugging your knees and groaning, you are reluctant to open it for a while, and the chrysanthemum will be tired of it." Everyone laughed.

Baoyu smiled: "I'm falling behind again." Isn't it a visit to the rain last night, frost today, not a plant? But the enemy can't talk about the moon, the cold incense in the cold incense, the short sideburns, the kudzu scarf, the gold indifferent, the cui Li Phi, the autumn without a trace, and the dream knows. ”

He also said, "Ming'er is idle, and I will make twelve songs by myself." ”

Li Kun: "Yours is fine, it's just not as good as these few new coincidences." ”

Everyone commented again, and asked for hot crabs again, so they ate it on the big round table. Baoyu said with a smile: "Today, you can't do without poetry with a chelate appreciation." I've already chanted, who would dare to do it?" he said, and busily washed his pen and wrote.

"Holding the chela prefers the shade of Gui, and pouring vinegar makes Jiang Xing crazy. The gluttonous king and grandson should have wine, but the rampant son has no intestines. The umbilical cord is cold and forgetful, and the fingers are stained with fishy washing and fragrant. Originally a beautiful mouth in the world, Po Xian once laughed and was busy all his life. ”

Daiyu smiled: "There are a hundred such poems." ”

Baoyu smiled: "You will be exhausted, not to mention that you can't do it, and you still belittle others?"

When Daiyu heard this, she didn't answer, she didn't think, she picked up the pen and waved, and she already had a song.

"The iron armor Changge has not forgotten his death, and he likes to taste the color of the pile first. The chelated tender jade is double full, and the shell is convex and red and fragrant. The flesh is more merciful, and who persuades me to help me. For the best reward festival, the cinnamon breeze chrysanthemum with frost. ”

Baoyu saw it and was about to applaud, but Daiyu tore it up and burned it: "I can't do as well as yours, I burned it." Your poem is very good, better than the chrysanthemum poem just now, you keep it for people to see. ”

Baochai then smiled: "I also reluctantly wrote a poem, it may not be written well, write it out and make fun of it." He wrote it as he spoke.

"Gui Ai Tongyin sits and lifts his death, and Chang'an salivates and looks forward to Chongyang. There is no longitude and latitude on the road in front of you, and the spring and autumn sky is black and yellow. ”

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but be amazed. Baoyu said, "Write happily! My poems should be burned." ”

Look at the bottom and write: "The wine is not fishy, but also uses chrysanthemum, and the sexual anti-accumulation cold and ginger are fixed." In today's cauldron into what is beneficial, Yuepu is empty and fragrant. ”

Everyone said: "This is the swan song of eating crabs, these small topics, they should be meaningful, they can be regarded as great talents, but they are too poisonous to satirize the world." ”