The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 111 [111] The lame monk asked the way of heaven
On the other side, Rongguo Mansion was full of joy.

Some servant girls are putting up lanterns and festoons, some servants are slaughtering pigs and sheep, masters burn incense and bathe, and pray for blessings and disaster relief. Everyone is busy preparing for the New Year.

All those intrigues and schemes in normal times were temporarily covered up by this bustling scene.

In the Lixiangyuan, Xue Baochai sat alone in the boudoir, and Jia Qiang's voice and smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The morning he and Sister Lin went to Jiangnan, I got up too late and didn't go to see them off. What a pity!"

Thinking about this, she spread out paper and ink, and began to write lyrics:
"Xingxiangzi. One-hearted person
Who solves the ecstasy, who solves the ecstasy.

Looking at thousands of mountains, there is no trace of ink staining.

Fireflies flow like fire, like stars.

Nai eyes Mid-Autumn Festival, the heart is silent, mosquitoes in the courtyard.

Why not get drunk and smile again.

May this life be lazy and ask noise.

Idle books and small characters, rare rare treasures, waiting for a court of spring.

One curtain of rain, one heart. "

After she wrote a poem, her thoughts were still unfinished, and she continued to write:
"Qinyuanchun. Relatively self-climbing

The showers have just stopped, and the greenery has just begun to show up. I want to have a good time.

The spring breeze is not like Nai, the coldness has not diminished, and the world is easy to disperse, it is easy to go but hard to stay.

The world is impermanent, and the rest of life is limited. I hate this life like a cage and a prisoner.

After pondering, see the red falling all over the ground, from the upper floor.

The Yangtze River flows eastward through the ages, the sky is wide, and it calmly reaches Kyushu.

Looking at the lonely shadow of thousands of sails, leisurely facing the water, a few lines of cursive characters, every word is sad.

Spring is gone in a hurry, like a warbler getting old, sighing who can be free in the world.

Unless in a dream, or after three o'clock drunk, look tenderly. "

"Chaozhongcuo. Longevity Hill

Thousands of mountains are faintly blocked by roads, and flying birds break through the sky.

Pick up the first leaf and listen to the wind under the tree.

Noise and laziness, walking and sitting alone, drinking and going crazy.

Feeling sad and sad, life turns like a floating canopy.

A clump of flowers, with graceful posture and graceful dancing steps, with flying sleeves and green Luo fluttering.

Qing Ying intended to be known to no one, and was blown by the west wind to mess up her brows.

Poor and affectionate, unpredictable right and wrong, speechless watching the flowers wither.

The bustling activities are exhausted, and the bright moon is as high as the sky.

When is the lovesickness and hatred? I am lazy to dress up, and my heart is like an autumn tide.

Singing to wine, sloppy and self-indulgent, but good night. "

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Falling flowers are like snow, and they are still full after brushing.

Ask spring to go, when to know to return.

Revisiting the old place, whoever cares if Qing is not there, lovesickness.

Portable wine, poured wildly in the mouth.

Time is easy to pass, and the appearance is easy to grow old. If you are ruthless, you are afraid that people will leave.

I remember that at that time, I painted Qingyan and affectionate style.

But now, the dream is broken. "

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The socks are dusty, the makeup is drunk.

Because of the shock, the leaves fall frequently and look back.

The west wind blows through last year's flowers, and the crows fly down to the willows in front of the court.

The night is rainy and cold, and the lights are clear for a long time.

How can I know whether you are safe or not.

I don't see it for a long time in my dream, how can I look forward to staying together forever. "

After writing several poems in a row, Xue Baochai stopped writing only when her wrist felt a little sore.

"I can sew a sachet, and when Brother Qiang comes back, I'll give it to him as a gift." Xue Baochai thought to himself, and the tips of her ears turned red quietly.

On the other side, Qi Jiguang was also in the big tent of the Chinese army, splashing ink and writing a song:
"War Elegy

There have been many disasters in ancient times, and wars have accompanied human relationships.The male Ding is forced to fight, and he is alone far away from his relatives.

Rolled in the smoke of gunpowder, the roads are the gates of ghosts.Heroic training in the battlefield, violent beating and assassination.

Corporal punishment and excessive punishment, ruthless only military orders.When building heavy fortifications, cruel officials are fierce with whips.

Marching thousands of miles in a hurry, running with heavy loads.When the heat is exhausted, it is severe cold, and the skin is violent in summer and winter.

Going to battle when unmarried, teenagers are afraid of blood!Marriage and family, have you been bullied?
It costs thousands of dollars to raise soldiers, is the family tax light?The beautiful wife is worried about her livelihood, how can she suffer from her youth?
The enemy soldiers also have families, why kill them all?The prince is mighty, and the general is a meritorious service.

The nation fights for a piece of land and resorts to a hundred wars and invasions.Harmony decays, and civil chaos arises.

There is no limit to crime, and robbers set up neighbors.I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times.

The non-war is also the frontier defense, and the interior is the security group.Security officials and gentry, how many non-family servants?

When is it really peaceful, without officials and police?Where is there true abundance where there is no man without war? "

At the same time, the lame monk and the lame Taoist sat facing each other on the side of the street, drinking and chatting with each other as if no one else was around.

The scarlet-headed monk said with a smile, "I'll write a poem asking the sky, and you will answer it."

The lame Taoist smiled and said, "Okay! Tell me!"

The monk with a scarlet head recited:

"Ask Heaven
Melon face and snow skin, snake waist and flower belly.Deep forests and dense shadows, clear springs and deep valleys.

Bright and thick, starry night.The monk's cave in the royal palace, the tendons and willow bones.

Watching slowly and appreciating carefully, it is wonderful.It is already known and imitated.

People follow the law of heaven and earth, and which is the law of heaven and earth?Are you self-fertile?Can it be self-sufficient?Or coincidence?Or creation?Who is in charge?Who wields the ghost axe?The stars hang in the sky, without bottom or pillars.Why not collapse?How to build a tree?Contrary to each other?East and west?What is the limit of expansion and contraction?Who sets up the passage?What is time and space?How many times did it rise and fall?Where did it come from?Where will it end?Those who are interested ask, or feel the root mother.Conceive heaven and earth, strong for generation.

The monk calls Brahma and calls back Allah.The old calls Dao, and Zhe calls Yuanchu.Kong does not speak God, but why?Metaphysically, can An Neng feel it?What is the structure of the flesh and blood?Joy, anger, sorrow, and fear, who is in charge of lust?Greed, anger, prostitution and extravagance, why not be satisfied?How can you restrain yourself if you exercise power and act recklessly?Famine, cold, sickness and poverty, who will help?Xiande is aggrieved, where can he complain?A martyr with a strong heart will eventually turn into ashes.Does fate exist?Can the soul come out of the skull?How old are you?What is the scale of a person?Where do you come from?Where will it go?

The lame Taoist laughed, and said leisurely:
"God
Things are mixed, congenitally born.Independence does not change, Zhou Xing does not perish.

Lonely and lonely, the mother body of heaven and earth.I don't know its name, but it's called Dao Dao.

The god of the valley is immortal, which is called Xuanmu.Whether it comes out together or not, the emperor has innate roots.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all wonders.If it lasts forever, don't use it frequently.

Dao produces all things, and each returns to its root.According to the order of the people, the nectar is self-distributed.

Everlasting, unkind.Quiet and self-righteous, go extravagant and go too far.

If you are light, you will lose your foundation, and if you are impatient, you will lose your king.No dispute, no preference, boring Chunchun.

Less selfish desires, return to basics and truth.The way of heaven has no relatives, often with good people.

There are many taboos in the world, but the people are poor.The people have many sharp weapons, and the country grows faint.

With many people and skills, strange things grow.The decrees are flourishing, and thieves are endless.

Small country with few people, living in peace and harmony.Chickens and dogs hear each other, and death does not move.

Although there are boats and carts, there is nothing to take them on.Although there are armored soldiers, there is nothing to fight.

Therefore, the way is abolished, and the case has benevolence and righteousness.Therefore, wisdom comes out, and there is great hypocrisy and falsehood.

Discord between the six relatives, there is filial piety and kindness in the case.The country is in chaos, loyal ministers and filial sons.

Benevolence comes after the loss of virtue, and ritual is the beginning of chaos.If it is neither virtue nor desire, everything will be cured.

Don't be surprised by favor or shame, Hande is a child.Being stingy and accumulating virtue, long life and long-term vision.

A strong thing grows old, and a strong one dies.If there is a lot of possession, it will die, and it will be revived first.

Soft as water, selfless.Skynet is restored, sparse but not lost.

Very Taoist name, subtle and imaginary.The way of heaven is also like bowing.

Those who are tall suppress it, and those who are below lift it.What is left is damaged, what is not enough is made up for.

The way of man also runs in the opposite direction.The detriment is not enough, and the sacrifice is more than enough.

A husband is like a soldier, an ominous weapon.Things or evil, there is a way to live.

The people who killed each other mourned and wept.Victory is not happy, the funeral will be punished.

Where the teacher is, thorns grow.After the army, there must be a fierce year.

The sword is sharp and blunt, regardless of length.People have wisdom and foolishness, no matter how high or low they are.

Tao produces all things, from pure to simple.Less will survive, more will lead to chaos.

The base is high, and the base is cheap.Love and simplicity, dare not be the first.

Misfortunes and fortunes are just right, who knows the reason?Whether it is beneficial or harmful, it is difficult for a saint.

Two by two follow each other, and the magic becomes more numerous.Zhang Zhiqiang said that evil is the first to be good.

Faith is not beautiful, but right words are contrary.The rich are content, and the sick see themselves.

Mourning the world, the way of heaven is far away.It's so presumptuous, it's getting worse and worse.

I can't wait to retire to the mountains.Do not come back, return to paradise. "

The scarlet-headed monk nodded with a smile, and repeatedly praised: "Excellent answer! Excellent answer!"

The lame Taoist said with a smile: "I counted my fingers last night and found that the Seven Killing Stars have appeared in Shenjing City. The Seven Killing, Po Jun, and Greedy Wolf stars have all appeared, and the Great Ming Dynasty is in danger!"

The words are divided into two parts.

After Huang Taiji made sure that both Jia Qiang and Lin Daiyu were in Yushifu, he led four of his subordinates to leave quickly.

Because there were so many pedestrians in Yangzhou City, waving their sleeves like rain, rushing shoulder to shoulder, as a result, Qiu Chen lost the five of them, so Qiu Chen had to lead the dark guards back to the vicinity of Yushifu, secretly protecting Jia Qiang's safety.

Huang Taiji sent someone to make an appointment with a big salt merchant to meet at the nearby Hongxiu Building. However, after he attended the appointment, he met an unexpected person in the box.

(End of this chapter)