Drunken Red Mansion: Melting into Jade Madness
Chapter 030
Besides, Shui Rong, standing at the desk, grinding ink for Baoyu himself, looking closely at Baoyu's side, and then looking at Baoyu's expression, was taken aback in his heart. Although Baoyu was slightly drunk at this time, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth and affection in his eyes , from time to time there is a trace of pain wiped from the eyes, as if facing a person?
Who is this guy?Is it the sister Lin he mentioned?If it is true, then Baoyu must have a deep affection for Sister Lin, right?Even if the love is so deep, even if they grew up together, why didn't they get married, but married her?That woman named Xue Baochai?Could it be that Concubine Jia of Fengzao Palace doesn't want to fulfill her own brother?
Baoyu finished writing one by one, only to feel extremely tired, and it seemed that years of depression had been swept away in his heart, so he fell down on the bed and fell asleep.
Shui Rong silently covered Baoyu with the brocade quilt, and then picked up the poems that Baoyu had just written to read one by one.
The first thing that catches the eye is a song "Ode to the White Begonia", which reads: half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closed the door, crushed ice for soil and jade for basin.Stolen pear pistils are three points white, and plum blossoms are borrowed for a ray of soul.The immortals in the Moon Cave sew onyx sleeves, and the autumn girls wipe away the traces of their cries.She is shy and silently complains to someone, and she is fainted at night leaning against the westerly wind.
"Sure enough, there is a sentence that steals three parts of the pistil, and borrows a ray of soul from the plum blossom." Shui Rong pondered, and became more and more interested in Daiyu's poems, so he continued to read and found three poems about chrysanthemums. Thinking that it is the season of chrysanthemums, I read them one by one with interest.
One "Ode to Chrysanthemum"
The rascal poems and demons invade by mistake, and the stones surround the fence and sink their voices.The fine end is beautiful and written by Linshuang, and the mouth is full of fragrance and sings to the moon.The paper is full of self-pity and plain grievances, who can explain Qiu Xin in a few words.After Tao Ling Pingzhang, Qiangu Gaofeng talked about it to this day.
The second "Ask the Chrysanthemum"
Desiring to hear about the love of autumn, many people don't know, murmured and knocked on the east fence with his hands behind his back.Who will hide alone if you are proud of the world? Is it too late for the same flower to bloom?How lonely is the garden, dew, and frost? Can Honggui be sick?Don't say that there is no talker in the world, so why not talk about it for a while.
The third "Chrysanthemum Dream"
The autumn by the fence is clear, and the cloud and the moon are not clear.Ascending immortals is not a butterfly born in Muzhuang, and Tao Lingmeng is still looking for Tao Lingmeng when recalling the old days.Go to sleep and follow the geese to break, startled back, so annoyed by the crocodile.When you wake up, you complain about who you complain about, and the cold smoke of decaying grass is infinitely affectionate.
"Sure enough, there is a solitary sign that is proud of the world and who hides together. The same flower blooms as the bottom line. The chanting of chrysanthemums is done vigorously, and the writing of chrysanthemums is elegantly made. The two styles are written by one person. It is really rare, really rare. Shui Rong was amazed, "Even I can't write such a good poem. Crowning me as a virtuous king is really..." Shaking his head endlessly.
Then, Shui Rong looked back one by one, and wrote "Autumn Window and Wind and Rain"
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and autumn lights are long.I feel that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain can help the desolation!How fast does the autumn wind and rain come!The autumn window is shocked and the autumn dream is green.I can't bear to sleep in the autumn love, and move tears to the autumn screen.Tears and candles shake and shake short vegetables, and sorrows and sorrows move away from love.Whose autumn courtyard has no wind to enter?Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?Luo Qun was helpless with the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of residual leakage urged the urgent autumn rain.Lianxiao's pulse is whizzing again, and it seems to be weeping with people in front of the lamp.The small courtyard of cold smoke turns to depression, and the empty windows of the bamboo are dripping when they are sparse.I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, but the window screen has been wet with tears.
Shui Rong finished reading the poem "Autumn Window Rain and Rain", and frowned slightly, "People say to lie down and listen to the rain on the south window, but your autumn window rain is no different from it, it's just too miserable. Jia Mansion..."
Looking further down, it is a long poem about peach blossoms, which is written "Peach Blossom Journey", titled by the concubine Xiaoxiang, the owner of the Peach Blossom Society, and wrote:
The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup is lazy inside the peach blossom curtain.Outside the curtain, there are people inside the peach blossom curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossoms.The east wind deliberately lifts the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at others, but the curtain does not roll up.The peach blossom curtain is still open, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossoms.Flowers relieve pity, and flowers are also worrying, and the wind blows through the news through the curtain.The wind blows through the Hunan curtain, and the garden is full of flowers, and the spring in front of the court is more painful.The door of the idle moss courtyard is empty, and the railings of the slanting sun are self-supporting.The man leaning on the railing wept to the east wind, and Qian Qun sneaked close to the peach blossoms.The peach blossoms and leaves are in disorder, and the new flowers bloom and the red leaves are green.Fog wrapped in smoke and sealed [-] plants, and the wall of the drying tower was red and blurred.The heavenly secret burns through the brocade of mandarin ducks, and the spring is about to wake up and move the pillow.The maid came into the golden basin, and the shadow of the fragrant spring dipped in rouge was cold.The color of the rouge is bright and similar, the color of the flower is the tears of people; if you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow and flow, and the flowers will be self-satisfied.Tears are easy to dry when watching flowers with tears, and the flowers are haggard when the tears dry up in spring.The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flying people are tired and prone to dusk.With a sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is empty of tears!
"Peach Blossom Club? Concubine Xiaoxiang?" Shui Rong guessed secretly in his heart, and suddenly realized, "Yes, I thought they were bored in the garden, and formed a poetry club, and this sister Lin won the top prize with the poem "Peach Blossom Journey", and was accepted If you can be named the owner of the society, then this Concubine Xiaoxiang will be her name."
Thinking silently, he read the poem again, "People say that the poem is like the person, but it's just too miserable. Is your life in Jia's mansion really that miserable?"
Muttering, and unfolding the last one, it turned out to be a long poem about peach blossoms, but it was "Burning Flowers", which read:
When the flowers wither and the flowers fly all over the sky, who is there to pity when the redness disappears and the fragrance is gone?The gossamer is soft and the spring pavilion is floating, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with the embroidered curtain.The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, full of melancholy, and has nowhere to complain. She hoed the flowers out of her boudoir with her hands, and endured stepping on the falling flowers to and fro.Willow silk and elm pods come from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.The peaches and plums will be released again next year, who will the boudoir know next year?In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows in Liangjian are too ruthless!Although next year's flower hair can be pecked, it is not advisable for people to go to Liang Kong's nest.360 days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword are fierce. How long can it be bright and colorful, and it is hard to find once you are wandering.Blooms are easy to see and fall are hard to find. The burial person is suffocated in front of the steps, and the hoe alone leans on the flower and sheds tears secretly, and the bloodstains can be seen when the empty branches are sprinkled.The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the lotus hoe goes back to cover the heavy door.The green light shines on the wall, and the people sleep for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window, and the quilt is still warm.It's so sad to blame the slaves, half for pity and half for pity: pity for spring suddenly goes to annoyance, and then there is no word to go or not to hear.Last night, the sad song was sung outside the court. Did you know it was the soul of flowers and the souls of birds?The soul of a flower and the soul of a bird are always difficult to keep, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.May my slave grow wings and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.At the end of the sky, where is Xiangqiu?If you don't have a kit to collect the bright bones, a piece of pure land can cover the wind and waves.The quality of cleanness comes and goes, which is better than dirty water sinking into ditches.You are now dead and buried, but when will your body be buried?The person who buried the flower today laughed like a fool, who will be buried in another year?Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, that is when the confidante dies of old age.Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die without knowing it!
After reading the water-soluble reading, I felt insane for a while, thinking how the people in the poem picked up the flowers that drifted with the wind in the colorful fallen leaves, and then buried them with their painstaking efforts, just to keep their cleanliness from dust .
After being silent for a long time, I got up, picked up the pen and paper, according to the scene in the poem, colored the pen and ink, and made a picture of burying flowers, but saw a woman in white clothes in the snow, carrying a flower hoe on her shoulder, trying tears with her hands, looking up. Looking at the colorful fallen flowers all over the garden, the eyes are full of misery and pity.
Shui Rong drew at will according to the scenes in the poem. Although the painting was finished, he always felt that something was missing, so he inscribed the funeral flower poem on it.Think carefully, "I haven't painted for a long time, and this painting actually feels wronged by your poem."
Read the poem silently again, "360 days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, and the sword are fierce. How long can it be bright and bright, and it is hard to find once you are wandering. How can this be done by a girl who has no worries about food and clothing? It can be concluded that, unless you live a bright life in Jia's mansion, but secretly..."
After finishing speaking, I felt that I couldn't continue, and my heart felt a little pain.
Glancing at Baoyu who was lying on the couch because of drunkenness, Shui Rong sighed, envious that he could grow up with such a clear-minded, intelligent woman.
Sighing silently again, he put all the poems on the desk one by one. Even if he couldn't see her once in his life, this poem aroused deep in his heart. There seemed to be a slight wavering.
Maybe it's because of this sadness, maybe it's because of this kindness, maybe it's because this poem should not be the mood that a young girl should have, and more, it's because of the aura and talent in this poem, There is also the rhetorical adverb of "the quality is clean and the clean is gone" in the weakest place, and in an instant, in the softness, there is a strong one.
"Who says women are inferior to men."
It seems that he can communicate with the poems. He understands her like this. Thinking of this, Shui Rong laughed, "No, these poems make me feel that I have known you for a long time. In my life, this kind of I have never encountered this before, why? Why do I feel pity..." Slightly narrowing my eyes, I tried to find out why?
Who is this guy?Is it the sister Lin he mentioned?If it is true, then Baoyu must have a deep affection for Sister Lin, right?Even if the love is so deep, even if they grew up together, why didn't they get married, but married her?That woman named Xue Baochai?Could it be that Concubine Jia of Fengzao Palace doesn't want to fulfill her own brother?
Baoyu finished writing one by one, only to feel extremely tired, and it seemed that years of depression had been swept away in his heart, so he fell down on the bed and fell asleep.
Shui Rong silently covered Baoyu with the brocade quilt, and then picked up the poems that Baoyu had just written to read one by one.
The first thing that catches the eye is a song "Ode to the White Begonia", which reads: half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closed the door, crushed ice for soil and jade for basin.Stolen pear pistils are three points white, and plum blossoms are borrowed for a ray of soul.The immortals in the Moon Cave sew onyx sleeves, and the autumn girls wipe away the traces of their cries.She is shy and silently complains to someone, and she is fainted at night leaning against the westerly wind.
"Sure enough, there is a sentence that steals three parts of the pistil, and borrows a ray of soul from the plum blossom." Shui Rong pondered, and became more and more interested in Daiyu's poems, so he continued to read and found three poems about chrysanthemums. Thinking that it is the season of chrysanthemums, I read them one by one with interest.
One "Ode to Chrysanthemum"
The rascal poems and demons invade by mistake, and the stones surround the fence and sink their voices.The fine end is beautiful and written by Linshuang, and the mouth is full of fragrance and sings to the moon.The paper is full of self-pity and plain grievances, who can explain Qiu Xin in a few words.After Tao Ling Pingzhang, Qiangu Gaofeng talked about it to this day.
The second "Ask the Chrysanthemum"
Desiring to hear about the love of autumn, many people don't know, murmured and knocked on the east fence with his hands behind his back.Who will hide alone if you are proud of the world? Is it too late for the same flower to bloom?How lonely is the garden, dew, and frost? Can Honggui be sick?Don't say that there is no talker in the world, so why not talk about it for a while.
The third "Chrysanthemum Dream"
The autumn by the fence is clear, and the cloud and the moon are not clear.Ascending immortals is not a butterfly born in Muzhuang, and Tao Lingmeng is still looking for Tao Lingmeng when recalling the old days.Go to sleep and follow the geese to break, startled back, so annoyed by the crocodile.When you wake up, you complain about who you complain about, and the cold smoke of decaying grass is infinitely affectionate.
"Sure enough, there is a solitary sign that is proud of the world and who hides together. The same flower blooms as the bottom line. The chanting of chrysanthemums is done vigorously, and the writing of chrysanthemums is elegantly made. The two styles are written by one person. It is really rare, really rare. Shui Rong was amazed, "Even I can't write such a good poem. Crowning me as a virtuous king is really..." Shaking his head endlessly.
Then, Shui Rong looked back one by one, and wrote "Autumn Window and Wind and Rain"
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and autumn lights are long.I feel that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain can help the desolation!How fast does the autumn wind and rain come!The autumn window is shocked and the autumn dream is green.I can't bear to sleep in the autumn love, and move tears to the autumn screen.Tears and candles shake and shake short vegetables, and sorrows and sorrows move away from love.Whose autumn courtyard has no wind to enter?Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?Luo Qun was helpless with the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of residual leakage urged the urgent autumn rain.Lianxiao's pulse is whizzing again, and it seems to be weeping with people in front of the lamp.The small courtyard of cold smoke turns to depression, and the empty windows of the bamboo are dripping when they are sparse.I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, but the window screen has been wet with tears.
Shui Rong finished reading the poem "Autumn Window Rain and Rain", and frowned slightly, "People say to lie down and listen to the rain on the south window, but your autumn window rain is no different from it, it's just too miserable. Jia Mansion..."
Looking further down, it is a long poem about peach blossoms, which is written "Peach Blossom Journey", titled by the concubine Xiaoxiang, the owner of the Peach Blossom Society, and wrote:
The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup is lazy inside the peach blossom curtain.Outside the curtain, there are people inside the peach blossom curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossoms.The east wind deliberately lifts the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at others, but the curtain does not roll up.The peach blossom curtain is still open, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossoms.Flowers relieve pity, and flowers are also worrying, and the wind blows through the news through the curtain.The wind blows through the Hunan curtain, and the garden is full of flowers, and the spring in front of the court is more painful.The door of the idle moss courtyard is empty, and the railings of the slanting sun are self-supporting.The man leaning on the railing wept to the east wind, and Qian Qun sneaked close to the peach blossoms.The peach blossoms and leaves are in disorder, and the new flowers bloom and the red leaves are green.Fog wrapped in smoke and sealed [-] plants, and the wall of the drying tower was red and blurred.The heavenly secret burns through the brocade of mandarin ducks, and the spring is about to wake up and move the pillow.The maid came into the golden basin, and the shadow of the fragrant spring dipped in rouge was cold.The color of the rouge is bright and similar, the color of the flower is the tears of people; if you compare human tears to peach blossoms, the tears will grow and flow, and the flowers will be self-satisfied.Tears are easy to dry when watching flowers with tears, and the flowers are haggard when the tears dry up in spring.The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flying people are tired and prone to dusk.With a sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is empty of tears!
"Peach Blossom Club? Concubine Xiaoxiang?" Shui Rong guessed secretly in his heart, and suddenly realized, "Yes, I thought they were bored in the garden, and formed a poetry club, and this sister Lin won the top prize with the poem "Peach Blossom Journey", and was accepted If you can be named the owner of the society, then this Concubine Xiaoxiang will be her name."
Thinking silently, he read the poem again, "People say that the poem is like the person, but it's just too miserable. Is your life in Jia's mansion really that miserable?"
Muttering, and unfolding the last one, it turned out to be a long poem about peach blossoms, but it was "Burning Flowers", which read:
When the flowers wither and the flowers fly all over the sky, who is there to pity when the redness disappears and the fragrance is gone?The gossamer is soft and the spring pavilion is floating, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with the embroidered curtain.The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, full of melancholy, and has nowhere to complain. She hoed the flowers out of her boudoir with her hands, and endured stepping on the falling flowers to and fro.Willow silk and elm pods come from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.The peaches and plums will be released again next year, who will the boudoir know next year?In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows in Liangjian are too ruthless!Although next year's flower hair can be pecked, it is not advisable for people to go to Liang Kong's nest.360 days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword are fierce. How long can it be bright and colorful, and it is hard to find once you are wandering.Blooms are easy to see and fall are hard to find. The burial person is suffocated in front of the steps, and the hoe alone leans on the flower and sheds tears secretly, and the bloodstains can be seen when the empty branches are sprinkled.The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the lotus hoe goes back to cover the heavy door.The green light shines on the wall, and the people sleep for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window, and the quilt is still warm.It's so sad to blame the slaves, half for pity and half for pity: pity for spring suddenly goes to annoyance, and then there is no word to go or not to hear.Last night, the sad song was sung outside the court. Did you know it was the soul of flowers and the souls of birds?The soul of a flower and the soul of a bird are always difficult to keep, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.May my slave grow wings and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.At the end of the sky, where is Xiangqiu?If you don't have a kit to collect the bright bones, a piece of pure land can cover the wind and waves.The quality of cleanness comes and goes, which is better than dirty water sinking into ditches.You are now dead and buried, but when will your body be buried?The person who buried the flower today laughed like a fool, who will be buried in another year?Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, that is when the confidante dies of old age.Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die without knowing it!
After reading the water-soluble reading, I felt insane for a while, thinking how the people in the poem picked up the flowers that drifted with the wind in the colorful fallen leaves, and then buried them with their painstaking efforts, just to keep their cleanliness from dust .
After being silent for a long time, I got up, picked up the pen and paper, according to the scene in the poem, colored the pen and ink, and made a picture of burying flowers, but saw a woman in white clothes in the snow, carrying a flower hoe on her shoulder, trying tears with her hands, looking up. Looking at the colorful fallen flowers all over the garden, the eyes are full of misery and pity.
Shui Rong drew at will according to the scenes in the poem. Although the painting was finished, he always felt that something was missing, so he inscribed the funeral flower poem on it.Think carefully, "I haven't painted for a long time, and this painting actually feels wronged by your poem."
Read the poem silently again, "360 days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, and the sword are fierce. How long can it be bright and bright, and it is hard to find once you are wandering. How can this be done by a girl who has no worries about food and clothing? It can be concluded that, unless you live a bright life in Jia's mansion, but secretly..."
After finishing speaking, I felt that I couldn't continue, and my heart felt a little pain.
Glancing at Baoyu who was lying on the couch because of drunkenness, Shui Rong sighed, envious that he could grow up with such a clear-minded, intelligent woman.
Sighing silently again, he put all the poems on the desk one by one. Even if he couldn't see her once in his life, this poem aroused deep in his heart. There seemed to be a slight wavering.
Maybe it's because of this sadness, maybe it's because of this kindness, maybe it's because this poem should not be the mood that a young girl should have, and more, it's because of the aura and talent in this poem, There is also the rhetorical adverb of "the quality is clean and the clean is gone" in the weakest place, and in an instant, in the softness, there is a strong one.
"Who says women are inferior to men."
It seems that he can communicate with the poems. He understands her like this. Thinking of this, Shui Rong laughed, "No, these poems make me feel that I have known you for a long time. In my life, this kind of I have never encountered this before, why? Why do I feel pity..." Slightly narrowing my eyes, I tried to find out why?
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