The 12 poems written by the Dream of the Red Chamber Poetry Society are as follows: I'm fishing alone in the autumn river. When the leaves fall, I hear the flute and return to the distant mountains. When chrysanthemums bloom at night, cups and plates are scattered. With drunken eyes I look at the world, laughing and cursing at others. The wild path is black with clouds, and the boat's fire alone shines bright. In the morning I see the red and wet place where the flowers are heavy in the city of Jinguan. Every autumn, we suffer for different people. Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim has come back from ancient battles. When the flowers bloom, they can be broken. When they are broken, they must be broken. Don't wait for the branches to be broken without flowers. Golden chrysanthemums blooming, jade cups full of realgar wine to the hero. 6. Picking chrysanthemums, under the eastern fence, I see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is good day and night, birds fly back together. When flowers bloom, I don't hear them together, but when they fall, I don't know. Today I look at the flowers, tomorrow I will sing elegy. 8. Fishing alone in the cold river, the picture of cold chrysanthemums accompanying autumn. When the leaves fall, I hear the flute and return to the distant mountains. The wild path is black with clouds, and the boat's fire alone shines bright. In the morning I see the red and wet place where the flowers are heavy in the city of Jinguan. Every autumn of the 10th year, people suffer for different reasons. Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim has come back from ancient battles. When the flowers bloom, they can be broken. When they are broken, they must be broken. Don't wait for the branches to be broken without flowers. Golden chrysanthemums blooming, jade cups full of realgar wine to the hero. 12 wild paths are all black with clouds, and boats on the river are only bright with fire. In the morning I see the red and wet place where the flowers are heavy in the city of Jinguan.