Peony Pavilion

Chapter 26
(Sheng Shang) "It's hard to keep the rain on the banana leaves, and the wind wants to harvest the peonies. The painting is ignorant and the eyes are sideways, and the spring light has a way to look up." The little stranger is lonely, wandering in the back garden.Under the lake and mountains, I found a small scroll painting, which seems to be a Guanyin master, and the treasure box is solemn.Flooded by wind and rain for ten days, failed to show.And I'm happy that it's sunny today, and I'll pay my respects for a while. (Open box, exhibition introduction)
[Huang Yinger] Autumn shadows hang on the Milky Way, show off your body, and wave freely.All good looks can stop.His real body is in Butuo, we Hainan people met him. (I want to introduce) Is it too majestic to sit on the lotus seat?Extending to Russia, how can the Xiang skirt go straight down to a pair of little Lingbo?It's Guanyin, why a pair of small feet?Wait for me to look at it for a while.

[Erlang Shenman] A little bit, and the shadow in the picture will be saved.After reading it, hang up a small Chang'e painting in the library, and the painting is perfect.It's Chang'e, and it's time to wear it.Ask Chang'e Zhegui who has me?But Chang'e, how come there is no auspicious cloud behind the shadow?Tree chapped is not like osmanthus flowers?It's not Guanyin, and it's not Chang'e. How can there be such in the world?Cheng was startled, seemed to have known each other, and touched my heart.Let me see, is it painted by a painter, or painted by a beauty?
[Preface to Yingtiao] Ask Danqing where is Jiao'e, where the shadow of the moon is born?It seems that you are alone, and you have seen Baihua a long time ago.The total natural attitude is hard to model, who is so close to break the spring clouds?How can a painter come here!How dare he can describe and take off by himself.Hold on, take a closer look at the lines of small characters on the top of his frame. (Look at the introduction) Ah, it turns out that there is a quatrain. (Nian Jie) "A close view is clear, but a distant view is like a flying fairy. He was a guest of the toad palace, not by the plum blossoms or by the willows." Ah, this is the picture of women's pleasure in the world.He Yan "not by the plum blossom but by the willow"?What a strange thing!
[Ji Xianbin] Looking at the sky in Guanshan Meiling, how do you know that Liu Mengmei has passed away?How do you know if you have to be close to the Toad Palace?Be happy, take a closer look at the peace, my name is straight, Fei Chang'e decides?Grinding he, dare is the real one in the dream soul.I really look forward to Xiaosheng!
[Huang Yinger] Empty shadows and slender elves, moving spring bananas, and scattered Qiluo.The spring heart is only locked between the eyebrows, the spring mountains are green, and the spring smoke is light.Who cares if you look at each other!Ye Hengbo, come and look back at Yan'er, who can't be shadowed.But why is half a green plum in hand, like picking up a niche?
[Preface to the Crying Oriole] He has a green plum in his hand and the poem is fine, it makes the spring heart a little bit wasted.Xiaosheng waits for painting cakes to satisfy his hunger, and the young lady seems to be looking forward to plum blossoms to quench his thirst.Miss, Miss, I have never opened a little lotus, and the vermilion lips are lightly wiped when I smile, with a lot of charm.If you want to speak sadly, you can only speak less.The painting of the little lady looks like Cui Hui, her poems look like Su Hui, and her running script looks like Mrs. Wei.Although the boy is elegant, how can he get this little lady!When we meet suddenly, we can't help but rhyme. (Introduction) "The beauty of the painting is natural. It is either a fairy or an immortal. If you want to be near and far from the people of the Toad Palace, it is just spring by the willow plum."

[Cuyulin] He can play mediation and write.People who show up in the country sing harmony.Waiting for Xiaosheng to call him a few times: "Beauty, beauty! Sister, sister!" Xiang Zhenzhen cried blood, you know?It makes you sneeze like smallpox.Moving Lingbo, Yingying is about to fall - but there is no shadow.Cough, I am alone here, so I have to play with, worship, call, and praise the portrait of the little lady in the morning and evening.

[End] Congratulations to the one who picked up first, dare Liu and Mei have something to do?Miss, Miss, you watched and killed me invisible.

Don't have to hate Danqing all the time, Bai Juyi can hang his head in the household.Woo Joe

The melancholy inscribed poem Liu Zhongyin, Sikong Tu Tiancheng became drunk in spring and turned difficult to wake up.Zhang Jie

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