Red Mansion Moonlight

"Niannujiao·Jinling Nostalgia" ——Bringing people together to pay homage to Qinggeng Peak Outside the Grand View Garden, the waves are gone, and the twelve hairpin skirts are filled with fragrant crumbs. The painted pillars and carved beams are humane, and the music and songs in the Jia Mansion are sad. Sister Feng's machinations and Daiyu's poetry are both rouge snow. The romance is like a curse, and the golden lock cries blood several times. I recall the days when Daiyu's skirt first burst into bloom, and the jade color solidified into iron. The feather fan is swaying lightly, and in the place where people are talking and laughing, a thousand layers of red doors are flying away. My mind wanders too empty, even the immortals smile at me, and I gather all the flowers and moon. In the vast white field, a bottle of wine still smells like wind.