Dream of the Red Chamber: Reborn, but Not Starting Over

In fact, Daiyu's ending was due to her father. He knew that money moved people's hearts whenever he had snacks. It was strange that his rich sister could be safe. When he was reborn, he didn't like his ex-wife and just returned it. If he didn't return it, it would be another matter.

Lin Ruhai doesn't love anyone. I don't love Zhao Lanyue, but I don't love Jia Min either. After all, as soon as he knew that his children could not come back. Just give up on Jia Min immediately. I didn't even look for Jia Min in the underworld. Jia Min was not happy marrying him

What you should be embarrassed about is that you are hugged and hugged here and there, rather than being hidden from others. Scumbag nature

"A Dream of Red Mansions" Poems by Lin Daiyu Concubine Xiaoxiang 1. Song of Funeral Flowers When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears? The hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain. Silk elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei. The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows in the beams are too ruthless. Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won't be able to leave your empty nest alone. Three hundred and sixty days a year, wind, sword, frost, and sword confront each other. How long can the bright and fresh beauty last? It is hard to find it once it is wandering. Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. The person who buries the flowers is killed in front of the steps. I hoe the flowers alone and shed my tears secretly, and sprinkle them on the empty branches to see traces of blood. The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door. I fall asleep for the first time with the green lamp shining on the wall, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm. What happened to the strange slave is doubly distressing, half out of pity for spring and half out of anger for spring. Lian Chun comes and goes, anger comes and goes, and comes and goes without words. There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I have wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind. It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches. If you die now, you will be buried. I don't know when you will be buried. People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year? Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age. Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it. 2. Autumn window stormy evening Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, and autumn lights are bright and autumn nights are long. I already feel that the autumn window will never end, and the wind and rain will make it desolate. Help the autumn wind and rain come so quickly, shocking the autumn window and the green dream of autumn. I can't bear to fall asleep in my embrace of autumn, and I move my tears to the autumn screen. The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the worry and sorrow illuminate the separation of feelings. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind entering, and which autumn window has no sound of rain? The quilt cannot withstand the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks makes the autumn rain rush. The pulse beats again even at night, and someone seems to be weeping in front of the lamp. The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen. 3. Peach Blossom Row The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup inside the peach blossom curtain is lazy. There are peach blossoms outside the curtain, and there are people inside the curtain. People and peach blossoms are not far apart. The east wind deliberately lifts the curtains, and the flowers want to peek at people without rolling up the curtains. The peach blossom curtain remains open, but the person inside the curtain is thinner than the peach blossom. Flowers express pity for people, flowers are also sad, and the wind blows through the news behind the curtain. The wind blows through the Xiang curtain and the garden is filled with flowers. The spring scenery in front of the court is doubly sad. The door of the moss-covered courtyard is empty, and people rely on the railings in the setting sun. The man leaning on the railing weeps to the east wind, and the red skirt stands quietly beside the peach blossom. The peach blossoms and peach leaves are in chaos, and the new flowers are blooming and the red leaves are green. Ten thousand trees are enveloped in mist and smoke, and the walls of the building are red and blurry. Heaven's secret burns through the mandarin duck brocade, and I am about to wake up in the spring and move my pillow. The maid's golden basin brings water in, and the shadow of the fragrant spring is dipped in rouge and cold. How similar is the bright color of rouge, the color of flowers is the color of human tears. If you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow and the flowers will flatter themselves. When you look at flowers with tearful eyes, the tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers will fade away in spring. The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly to the languid people who are tired and easy to fall into the dusk. With the sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is pierced by the moon marks in the sky! 4. Five Beauty Chant Xi Tzu A generation falls in love with the city and chases the waves, Wu Gongkong recalls his son's family. I look like a girl from the East Village, with a white hair and a veil on the west side. Yu Ji The wind is howling in the dark night with a broken heart, and the eyes are heavy with hatred. Tattooed Peng willingly accepts his years of mourning. How can he drink his sword and be in Chu's tent? Ming Fei The stunning beauty left the Han Palace, but the fate of the beauty was poor in ancient and modern times. Even if the king is light on color, why should he give up power to the painter? Green beads The rubble and pearls are thrown away, how can Shiwei be so charming? They are all caused by the blessings of the past life, and they share the comfort of loneliness. Red whisk Chang Yixiong talks in a unique manner, and a beautiful woman knows the end of the road with her giant eyes. How can a female husband be restrained when his corpse is in the palace of Yang Gong? 5. The three secrets of inscription one The eyes are filled with tears, and the tears are hanging down, secretly casting them to whomever. A large piece of crocodile gauze is given as a gift of labor, so you will not be sad if you get it. Second Tossing beads and rolling jade is just for stealing, and I have no intention of spending the day in leisure. It's hard to wipe off the sleeves on the pillow, leaving them speckled and stained. Third Colored threads are difficult to collect, and the old traces of the Xiangjiang River are blurred. There are also thousands of poles of bamboo in front of the window, and there are no traces of fragrance or stains. 6. Ode to Bai Haitang The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin. I stole three cents of the pistil's white color, and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul. The immortal in the Moon Grotto sews the needles, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry. Shy and silent, I complain to someone. I am tired of leaning on the west wind and have fainted at night. 7. Chrysanthemum poem Yongju The rogue poetry demon invades at dusk, and the sound is heard silently while walking around the fence and scratching the stones. The hair is written with beauty in the frost, and the fragrance at the corner of the mouth is chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day. Wen Ju I want to hear about the autumn mood, but no one knows it. I murmur with my hands behind my back and knock on the east fence. Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late for the same flowers to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why bother talking about it for a while? Jumeng The autumn sleep beside the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past. When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose to break away. I am frightened and come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who can I complain to when I wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke are endless. 8. Tang Duoling's catkins poem The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance lingers on Swallow Tower. A group of people formed a pair one by one. Wandering is like a person's life is thin, empty and lingering, talking about romance. Even the grass and trees know how sad they are, and their youth turns gray! Sighing in this life, who will give it up and who will take it away? I don't care if I marry the east wind and spring, but I can go with you and stay in the flood? 9. Apricot curtain is in sight The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. Water chestnuts, water chestnuts and fish, mulberry trees and swallows in the beams. A border is emerald green in spring, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. When there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving. 10. The plaque of the paradise of the world Wherever the famous garden is built, the fairyland is different from the world of mortals. Borrow the beautiful mountains and rivers and add new scenery. The fragrance melts into the gold and valley wine, and the flowers charm the people in Yutang. What a blessing to invite favors, palace cars pass by frequently. 11. Couple of poems in concave crystal hall (Poetry of Daiyu and Xiangyun) On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival on March 5th, Qingyou prepares for the Spring Festival. The skies are scattered in the sky, and the orchestra is full of music. There are several flying lamps flying wildly, who doesn't want to open their doors? The light cold wind blows, and the scenery is beautiful at night. They fight for cakes and laugh at Huangfa, and divide melons and laugh at the green ones. The fragrance is new and glorious, and the color is healthy and golden. The candles are shining brightly at the banquet, and the wine garden is in chaos. After Cao Zun gave an order, he shot and listened to the three announcements. The dice color is red and the flowers and drums are noisy. The clear light shakes the courtyard, and the plain color connects the universe. There is no host or guest in rewards and punishments, and Zhongkun recites poems in the preface. When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or rely on the door. The wine is still there, but the remaining joy has faded away. Gradually, the laughter disappeared after hearing the words, leaving only traces of snow and frost. The dew on the steps is full of fungi, and the smoke in the courtyard collects the evening sun. In autumn, the stone marrow is turbulent, and the wind leaves gather cloud roots. Baowu is lonely and pure, and Yinchan is vomiting his anger. The medicinal scriptures are pounded by rabbits, and people rush to Guanghan He invited the cow girl to fight and took a ride on the chariot to treat the emperor and his grandson. The empty and full wheel cannot be fixed, and the dark soul is empty. The sound of the pot leaking is about to die, and the flame of the window lamp has dimmed. The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon. (Miaoyu continued) The fragrant seal script is sold on the golden tripod, and the fat and ice are greasy on the jade basin. The flute increases the concubine's weeping, and the maid's quilt is warm. There are phoenixes hanging in the empty tents, and colorful mandarin ducks hidden in idle screens. The thick dew makes the moss slippery, and the heavy frost makes it difficult to touch the bamboo. Still walking in the swamp, still climbing to the plain of silence. The stone is bound by strange gods and ghosts, and the wood is strangely crouched by tigers and wolves. The light shines through in the morning, and the village is exposed at dawn. Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and ape crows in the valley. If you are familiar with it, you will forget its path; if you know the spring, you will not know its source. The bells ring in the Cuicui Temple, and the chickens sing in the Daoxiang Village. How can there be joy and sorrow? How can there be trouble without sorrow? Fangqing only pleases oneself, who can tell the elegant taste? After a long break, I will discuss the tea preparation in more detail.

Even in his previous life, what Lin Hai valued most was his children. Love is now a luxury, not to mention ancient times? And what about Lian Yingying?

There is an idea that Zhao Lanyue has darkened and become a demon cultivator. He is eager for quick success and quick success. He imprisons Lin Ruhai and beats her three times a day, or refines it into a puppet or a human elixir.

Therefore, how can we be a loving couple across the ideological generation gap of the year before last?

Humph, Sister Lin has always only had a nickname. . .

If I could come back with memories, many people and many things would be different.

Sprinkle flowers, congratulations on the completion