The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

Speaking of composing poetry, Xiangyun has long been in the mood, urging the maid to spread out the paper, moisten the ink and pick up the brush, first write the word "Yongmei" and then "Wangmei", Tanchun is not far behind, busy After writing "Ximei", Li Wan said: "I am a layman, and I only know 'zhemei'." After hearing this, Xiangyun hurriedly wrote it down, and asked Yingchun and Xichun, Yingchun said: "I can't, I just stay with you Take a look."

Tanchun urged her, but she had no choice but to say: "The plum blossoms in our garden are old, so they are 'Laomei'." Xiangyun said: "This is not an elegant thing, it doesn't count, it doesn't count."

Daiyu laughed and said, "This topic is quite novel, so it's okay to count it as one." As soon as she opened her mouth, Baochai said, "I don't think it's necessary to stick to anything, as long as you bring a plum."

Li Wan also agreed, and for a while Xiangyun and Tanchun started to stir up trouble, drawing up thirty or twenty of "Xiaomei", "Mei Song" and "Meihuayin".

Yingchun said: "There are so many, how can I finish it? Just cast lots and write a poem for each person."

Xiangyun said: "I'm not afraid of anything, I just follow you."

Baochai said with a smile, "Everyone should write at least one poem. If you have spare capacity, feel free to do so."

Li Wan said: "Very good." So everyone cast lots, Daiyu opened it and saw that it was "Old Mei", Xiangyun laughed at her and said, "It can be seen that you are destined for this topic."

Daiyu only pursed her lips and smiled, and waved her pen: the roots are stained by fire and wind, and the roots are stained by water, and the ancient moss marks are wrinkled by frost and snow.The east wind is not willing to follow the cold and heat, but it also tills the fragrance and returns the soul.

Looking around after writing, only Xiangyun got a question:

访梅

The plum powder is delicate at the beginning to make the cheeks tender, and a branch of spring wax blooms before it.The bright moon will sweep away the shadows, and the jade pearls will be near the dressing table.

Daiyu glanced at it, then went to Baochai, Baochai was still thinking with a pen, but Li Wan smiled and said, "I seem to have one." He wrote a poem:

Yongmei

The bright colors are irrelevant, and the arrangement of branches is broken and broken, and the makeup is new.Yinghuang Qingying's eyes are confused at the beginning, and the mighty and leisurely energy is suddenly fascinated.

After finishing writing, he shook his head and said, "Not good, not good."

Xichun smiled and said: "It's better than me, I can't write it, just drink a glass of wine by yourself." He drank all the glass, which was regarded as a punishment.Because of her young age, everyone didn't pursue her too much.

At this time, Tanchun also wrote a poem:

惜梅

The cold branches are adorned with small golden bells, and the temples will melt when they are inserted.It is suspected that the beautiful woman has smoked the musk moon, and the flavor is strong.

Everyone urged Baochai, and Baochai laughed and said, "I'm not very good at it, so I'll just drink as a fine." Xiangyun was the first to say, "I've heard that Sister Bao has thousands of poems and books in her belly. Why are you hiding them today? Clumsy is here!"

Tanchun and Yingchun also said, "Sister Bao must do it."

Baochai had no choice but to think again, and wrote:

Hayaume

Searching for spring all day long but not seeing spring, wearing straw shoes all over Longtou clouds.When I come back, I smile and smell the plum blossoms, spring is already on the branches.

Xiangyun smiled and said: "The poem is a good poem, but the early plum blossoms are clearly winter, so why did they write about the spring plum blossoms? Not counting, not counting. Fine wine, fine wine."

Baochai said: "Zaomei is not only the plum that blooms early, but also the plum that blooms early. How can it be irrelevant?"

Xiangyun refused to follow, and there were different opinions. Li Wan was asked to arbitrate.

Li Wan said: "poems have both real and false meanings. Sister Xue wrote them in fiction, which fits the purpose of the title."

There was not enough Xiangyun there, so he wrote several articles, and Tanchun wrote another one. Baochai looked at Daiyu and saw that she had stopped writing, so he tugged on her sleeve and said, "You started." Head, why don't you do it now?"

Daiyu laughed and said, "I saw you were lazy, and I was lazy too."

Baochai deliberately teased her: "I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

Daiyu laughed and said, "If you make one, I'll make one."

Baochai clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's use the original title just now." After concentrating on thinking, he has already got a poem with five unique poems in a moment:

Three spring flowers are early, because the flower whiskers are early.When flowers bloom and fall, life is easy to grow old.

Daiyu said: "I can make a hundred poems like this." She wrote:

The north wind hunts and snows one after another, and thousands of flowers and flowers are indistinguishable.Whoever distinguishes the qi from the cold plum blossoms will let the silver flowers shine on Qinghao alone.

Flicking the pen, said: "Here, whatever poem you make, I will reply to your poem."

Baochai smiled and wrote:

It is enviable that the buds of cold plum blossoms are first exhibited, and there are thousands of pieces of broken moonflowers.The snow and the moon intersect without distinguishing each other, and there is a unique fragrance.

Daiyu saw her, and she was waiting to do it again. Outside, she heard Jia Mu laughing and saying, "I said, why are you all gone? You are hiding here to play." One picked up Baochai's manuscript to read, and frowned slightly when he saw the word "straw shoes" in Baochai's poem. Picking up Daiyu's poem for a look, he said with a smile, "I don't understand Yu'er's poem, but the meaning is very good."

Daiyu just laughed.

Jia Mu became impatient after reading a few articles, and said: "In my opinion, if you want to write plum blossoms out of thin air in this room, even if you write a hundred poems, you won't be able to get out the charm. Why don't you go to the mansion with me to see plum blossoms?" , Come back and write again, it will be better."

Baochai said with a smile: "What the old lady said is that we are also going to see the early plum blossoms this winter."

Xiangyun was not very happy yet, only Jia Mu had spoken, so she could only go out with everyone, boarded the car and went to the mansion.

Mrs. You got the news early, prepared a banquet there, and led all the family members and mothers-in-law to greet them at the second gate. The etiquette was even more grand than usual. Mother Jia felt embarrassed and said, "I just came up temporarily." Look at your plum blossoms, how did you make such a big fight?"

You Shi laughed and said: "It was just a casual greeting from the granddaughter-in-law. Who knows that when everyone in the mansion heard that the old lady was coming, they all rushed to be happy with the old lady. If you bring this, it's better not to bring that, and bring that." , I had to bring this again, so there are so many people coming and going, it’s not just for show.”

Jia Mu laughed and said, "Look at your little mouth. It's even sweeter after you haven't seen me for a few days."

Youshi laughed and said, "It's not granddaughter-in-law's sweet talk, it's the truth. If you don't believe me, the old lady asks them, isn't it?" Looking at Youshi, and holding Daiyu with one hand, he walked slowly to the garden for a while. Youshi kept the wine, so he sat down and ate with everyone. Daiyu saw that everyone was joking there, so she went to Gogou Chai's hand, Baochai understood, the two pretended to admire plum blossoms, and slowly turned to a secluded place. At that time, a tree of white plums was in full bloom above their heads, covering the branches like snow, and the fragrance invaded downwards. The people below are also unconsciously covered with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

When Baochai saw Daiyu in this scene, she felt more and more that she came to the mortal world like a fairy in Guanghan. When Chang'e descended in the moonlight, she couldn't help holding her, fearing that if she let go, Daiyu would blow away with the wind.

But Daiyu turned away from her with a fit of temper. Baochai was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? How did I offend you?"

Daiyu said, "Let me ask you, what does your poem mean?"

Baochai said: "I can't write it, so I made a few perfunctory sentences indiscriminately. You can't see it well, just smile and pass."

Daiyu said: "That's not what I asked - what do you mean by straw shoes and old people?"

Seeing that she was asking this question, Baochai said awkwardly, "It's just to create an artistic conception."

Daiyu snorted, and said: "It's not good to make up anything. If you use these words to make up, it's clear that you have something on your mind!"

Baochai smiled wryly and said, "I have confessed to you countless times about my thoughts, don't you know?"

Daiyu said: "I know what's on your mind, so I'm even more angry."

Baochai asked inexplicably, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that she didn't understand, Daiyu stamped her feet angrily, and scolded Baochai a thousand times as "wood lump" and "idiot". How do I know what's wrong with you? You said it, and I will definitely change it." He said again: "Could it be that you were annoyed that I didn't want to write poetry at first? I've been a little lazy these days, and next time this happens, I will definitely write ten poems in a row. Two songs, okay?"

It's okay not to say anything, but when Daiyu was said to be so angry that she turned her head away, Baochai hurriedly pulled her to turn around, and only after several times did she move. Seeing that Daiyu's eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face, she hurriedly hugged her for a while. Thousands and ten thousand people call their sweethearts and babies, and pick up the routine of being low-key and small and just coax them.

Daiyu was hugged by her once, then pushed her away again, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, but the tears kept wiping away more and more, and she couldn't hold it back.

Baochai was so angry that she circled around Daiyu and said, "My ancestor, how did I offend you? Could it be that you didn't enjoy your poetry just now? If so, I'll ask someone to bring something now, and I'll accompany you Write, okay?"

Unexpectedly, the more diligent she was, the more Daiyu cried. There were not enough handkerchiefs, so Baochai hurriedly sleeved out her own handkerchief and gave it to her. Fearing that my hands would be heavy and hurt her delicate skin, I was extremely careful. After using up the handkerchief, I even used my sleeves, and my eyes slowly turned red again: "Although I don't know why you are crying, I just look at you. Crying makes me feel bad too."

Seeing her like this, Daiyu couldn't bear it, so she slowly shed her tears and said, "Why don't you write poems anymore?"