Suddenly, I remembered that after death, I didn't go to the front of the spirit to make a sacrifice, and now why not make a sacrifice before the hibiscus, wouldn't it be more chic than the layman going to the spirit to worship and hang. When I think about it, I want to bow. Suddenly, he stopped and said: "Even so, it must not be too hasty, and it must be neatly dressed and well-prepared, so as to be sincere and respectful." After thinking about it, "Now if you learn the worldly funeral, you can't do it, but you still have a unique face, set up another pomp, strange and strange, and have nothing to do with the world, so as to live up to the two of us."

Moreover, the ancients had a cloud: "If you are filthy and dirty, you can shame the prince and recommend ghosts and gods." 'It is not in the nobility of things, but in the sincerity of the heart. This is one of them. The second elegy must also be another opinion, let go of the eyes, and not follow the predecessors' tricks, fill in a few words to prevaricate the ears and eyes, but also must shed tears and blood, word by word, sentence by sentence, rather make the text not enough to be sad and more than sad, not to be still literary and lose sadness.

Besides, the ancients had a lot of complaints, and they were not self-serving. Nai Jinren is all confused by the word fame, and the wind of the ancient times is washed away, I am afraid that it is out of place, and it is hindered by fame. I don't want to be famous, not for the world to see and praise, why not far away from the Chu people's >, >, >, >, >, >, >, > and other methods, or mixed single sentences, or occasionally into short couplets, or with real classics, or set up parables, whatever you want, the letter and pen go, joy is to the text as a play, sadness is to the words and pain, the words are exhausted, why bother if the worldly confinement is between square inches. “

Baoyu was originally a person who didn't read, and then he had this crooked intention in his heart, how could he have a good poem to make. He himself compiled it arbitrarily and was not admired by others, so he was wanton and presumptuous, and even made up a long article, written in italics with a block script that Qingwen liked on the day, called >, and the song before and after. prepared four things that Qingwen liked, so under the night moon, he ordered the little girl to hold it in front of the hibiscus flower. After the first salute, he hung the inscription on the hibiscus branch, and wept and said:

Wei Taiping is not easy to yuan, the moon of Rong Gui Jingfang, the day of helplessness, Yihong Courtyard turbidity, I would like to take the stamen of the flowers, the eagle of the ice shark, the spring of Qinfang, the tea of the maple dew, although the four are slight, talk about the sincerity of the letter, it is to sacrifice to the daughter of the White Emperor in the palace of Fu Si Qiuyan Furong before the daughter said: The daughter of the stealing thought has been in the turbid world since the world, and so far there have been six out of ten. The surname of the hometown of his ancestors has been obliterated for a long time. And the jade has to be between the pillow and the pillow, perched on the eve of the feast, intimate and obscene, and coexisted with each other, only five years and August have deformities.

Recalling the past of her daughter's life, her quality is not enough to describe her preciousness, her sex is not enough to describe ice and snow, her is not enough to describe her cleanliness, her god is not enough to describe the stars and sun, and her appearance is not enough to describe her color. Sister Xi Mu Xian, Lady Xian Yang Huide. The dove is disgusted with its height, the eagle is overturned, the stinking is jealous, and the orchid is actually stunted! Occasionally, he was slandered by Gu Yu, and then he embraced the guilt of being wrong. Therefore, the lips of the cherry blossoms are red, the rhyme is moaning, the apricot face is fragrant, the color is Chen, the rumor is rumored, from the screen, the thorns and hazelnuts, and the spread of the household. If you don't make a move, you will end up criticizing. ど secluded in the endless, complex in the infinite.

The high standard is jealous, the lady hates Changsha, the martyr is in danger, and the woman is worse than Yuye. Self-accumulation of bitterness, who will die of pity! The fairy clouds are scattered, and the fragrant toes are hard to find. The sea is out of shape, and the medicine of resurrection is not obtained. The eyebrows are smoky and green, yesterday I painted, the ring is cold, who is warm today? The leftover medicine of the Ding furnace still exists, and the traces of tears are still stained. The mirror is separated, the sorrow of the musk moon is opened, the comb dragon flies, and the teeth of the sandalwood clouds are broken. The commission is reckless in the grass, and the green is in the dust. Lou empty magpie, hanging the needle of Qixi Festival, with a broken mandarin duck, who continues the wisps of five threads?

The moon is dark, the soul and the shadow are sold together, the fragrance of the tent is remnant, and the delicate breath is all gone. Even the sky is declining grass, how can it be alone, and the sorrow of the ground is nothing more than crickets. The moss is built late, the curtain is not cold, the rain is in the autumn wall, and the courtyard is full of complaints. The name is not lost, the parrot in front of the eaves is still calling, the glamorous quality is dying, and the begonias outside the threshold are pre-old. After the hide screen, the lotus petals are silent, and in front of the grass court, the orchid buds are in vain. Throw the residual embroidery thread, who cuts the silver paper and colored threads? Break the ice silk, and the gold bucket and royal incense are not ironed. Yesterday he undertook a strict order, both approaching the car and wading far away in Fangyuan, and now he is guilty of mercy, and he is lonely with a cane.

And when he heard that the coffin was burned, he was ashamed to violate the alliance of the common cave, and the stone coffin became a disaster, and he was ashamed of the ashes. Ernai West Wind Ancient Temple, drowning in the green ね, sunset barren hills, scattered white bones. Catalpa elm is sassy, Peng Ai Xiao Xiao. Through the fog, cry apes, and cry ghosts around the smoke. Since he is in the red silk tent, the son is deeply affectionate, and he believes in the loess ridge, and his daughter's life is thin! Runan tears and blood, spots sprinkled to the west wind, Zize Yu heart, silently complaining about the cold moon. Woohoo! If the ghost is a disaster, the gods will be jealous. The mouth of the slave is lenient, and the heart of the woman is still unrelieved! Although the dust of the king is shallow, the contempt of the jade will not end. Because of the thought of accumulating fists, I couldn't help but ask earnestly. I knew that God was coveted, the flower palace was waiting for the edict, Lan Hui was born, and Hibiscus was dead.

Listening to the words of the little maid, it seems to be nonsense, and the thoughts of turbidity jade are deeply well-founded. In the past, Ye Fa was good at taking the soul to write a monument, and Li Changji was edicted to remember, although the matter is different, the reason is the same. Therefore, the appearance of things is matched with talents, and it is not their own people, and evil is indiscriminate? I believe that God entrusts and weighs it, which can be said to be the most agreeable and cooperative, and it is not worthy of its endowment. Because I hope that his spirit is not ignorant, or he will descend to Z, he will not use vulgar words, and he will listen to it with dirty wisdom. It's a song

Zhao Zhi said:

How can the sky be so blue, riding the jade to swim in the vault?

How is the land so vast, driving the Yao elephant to descend to the spring soil?

Looking at the land of the cover, suppressing the light of the tail?

Lie Yubao is the forerunner, and Wei is in danger?

Drive Fenglong to think that it is better than to follow, and look at Shuyue to leave Ye?

Listen to the rails and Yi rolling, and Yu Luan Eagle to recruit yes?

Asked the rich and gloomy, Su Su Du thought it was зyes?

The shimmering skirt of the dazzling skirt, the bright moon thinks it is Xuanye?

The altar is deformed, and the lotus flame is anointed with candle orchid?

文㞧匏想觯兮,漉ジふ以浮桂醑ye?

Zhan Yun is angry and looking forward to it, as if he has something to look forward to?

Slim and ear-dropping, trance smelling?

The sweat is diffuse and unmature, and the rest of the dust is forbearance?

Qianfeng Lianzhi drove for the rest of the car, hoping to bring it back to Ye?

Yu Center is embarrassed, what is it in vain?

The king has been sleeping for a long time, how can the fortune of heaven change in Siye?

It is both sloppy and stable, but it is true and ridiculed?

Yu is still shackled and hanging, and Lingge is still sighing?

Come and stop, you are here!

If the husband lives in harmony, the silence is everywhere, although it is here, the rest is not visible. Smoke and take the foot for the banner, and the guns and the forest are marching. The greed of the police willow eyes, the bitter taste of the lotus heart. The plain girl is about Guiyan, and the concubine welcomes Lanzhu. Make the jade blow the sheng, and the cold spring hits. The concubine of Songyue, the grandmother of Qili Mountain. The turtle is the spirit of Luopu, and the beast is the dance of the salty pool. Diving red water and dragon chanting, gathering pearls and forests and phoenixes. 爰格爰sincerity, 匪ぺ匪へ. Originating from Xiacheng, returning to Xuanpu.