The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 36 [036] Chai Dai loves to clash secretly, Jurchen's number one beauty?

Li Wan looked around at the crowd and said with a smile:
"Very good, everyone finished it within a stick of incense. Although I am not good at writing poems, I am very good at criticizing poems. Next, let me judge your poems."

After that, he picked up the poem written by Jia Tanchun, while reading it, he recited:

"The setting sun is cold and the grass has a heavy door, and the green moss is covered with pots after the rain.

Jade is hard to clean the spirit, but snow is easy to ecstasy for the muscles and bones.

The heart is a little delicate and weak, and there are traces of the beautiful shadow in the middle of the night.

Mo Daoxin can become a fairy, and he will sing the dusk with me passionately. "

When the last word was read, everyone nodded in praise.

"This poem is quite good." Li Wan explained:

"This poem first describes the environment in which the white crabapple grows, which looks very quiet against the setting sun, cold grass and green moss.

If I comment on poems by myself, it will be dull and boring. Everyone gathers together to make fun. Each of you can comment on it. Who will come first? "

Careless Shi Xiangyun took the lead to stand up:

"I recommend myself, and I am willing to analyze the first couplet and the second couplet first."

In a poem, the first line is the first couplet, the second line is the jaw line, the third line is the neck line, and the fourth line is the tail line.

Li Wan nodded and smiled:

"Smith is really a hero who expands her magnanimity without any pretentiousness. She does what she wants and dares to be the first. Then it's up to you to analyze the first couplet and the second couplet."

"Okay!" Shi Xiangyun laughed with a clear voice:
"The first couplet uses jade and snow as a metaphor for white begonias, which reminds me of a poem by Su Dongpo: 'In Plum Blossom Village under Luofu Mountain, jade and snow are bones and ice are souls.'

The couplet is anthropomorphic with flowers, comparing the white begonia to a fairy. This couplet praises the spirit of the white begonia, which is nobler than jade, while the petals are like fairies, making people fascinated and intoxicated. "

Jia Baoyu clapped his hands and applauded:

"Third sister's two poems are very good, and sister Yun's interpretation is also very good!"

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Since Baoyu has taken over the conversation, it's up to you to analyze the neck couplet of this poem!"

"Okay!" Jia Baoyu thought for a while and said:

The neck couplet says that the stamens of the white crabapple are fragrant and fragrant, but delicate and weak, and the moonlight in the middle of the night reflects her beautiful figure.Although the expression is simple, it does not lose the beauty. It is a rare good sentence. "

Li Wan asked with a smile:
"Who's going to parse the tails?"

Shi Xiangyun smiled and said:
"Brother Qiang saved me just now, I recommend him to analyze this couplet."

Everyone agreed one after another, and they all unanimously elected Jia Qiang to be responsible for analyzing the tail couplet.

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"The meaning of the tail couplet is: Don't say that Bai Haitang is like a fairy in white who will fly away. She is affectionately accompanying me in the evening, reciting poems and lines."

Xue Baochai laughed and said:
"The analysis of this sentence is very suitable. The poem by the third sister expresses Bai Haitang's beautiful posture and noble spirit. The poem is like a person, and this is also a portrayal of her."

Jia Tanchun smiled heartily and said:

"Sister Bao is going to praise me to the sky, how can I be so good?"

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Let's read Baoyu's poems next."

As she spoke, she picked up the poem written by Jia Baoyu and recited:

"The autumn face lightly reflects the heavy door, and the seven festivals are full of snow.

Coming out of the bath is too true to be a shadow of ice, holding Xiziyu in my heart as my soul.

Xiaofeng does not dissipate a thousand worries, and the continuous rain adds a trace of marsh.

Leaning alone on the painting column, if you want to, Qingzhen complains the flute and sends it to dusk. "

After the recitation, everyone praised him.

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Next, let the people who participated in the analysis just now evaluate Baoyu's poem in order."

Shi Xiangyun said:

"The first couplet is easy to understand. The white begonia's face is light and elegant, reflecting a series of weeping flowers. The flowers grow layer by layer on the branches, and the branches are so bright that they are full of flower pots like snow.

The couplet wrote that Bai Haitang is like a noble concubine coming out of the bath, her skin is like ice and snow, and she is like a Xishi holding her heart, and her heart is as pure and flawless as a beautiful jade. "

Jia Baoyu laughed and said:
"This poem was written by me. It is not appropriate for me to analyze my own poem. I suggest that sister Lin make an evaluation of the neck couplet."

Everyone looked at Lin Daiyu in unison.

Lin Daiyu smiled gently and said:

"Okay, let me analyze it. Baoyu's neck couplet depicts the white begonia swaying in the morning breeze, as if it contains a thousand points of sadness. After being watered by the night rain, it seems to have added a trace of tears."

Everyone nodded approvingly.

Jia Qiang said:
"Writing in the last couplet, Bai Haitang seems to be affectionate and righteous, and understands human nature, listening to the sound of pounding clothes and the sound of complaining flute to send the dusk away.

In ancient times, clothes were often smashed at night in autumn, and many poems used this to describe women's sorrow and resentment when they missed their husbands. The resentment flute is also related to sadness. "

Xue Baochai just wanted to praise, but Lin Daiyu said first:
"Brother Qiang's analysis is just right, penetrating into it."

Jia Qiang clasped her fists at Lin Daiyu and smiled, "Aunt Lin is too famous."

"You are indeed very talented, don't be overly modest."

Lin Daiyu covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, but she glanced at Xue Baochai out of the corner of her eye, with a hint of complacency and provocation in her eyes.

Xue Baochai pretended not to see her eyes, still maintaining a dignified and elegant expression.

Li Wan didn't realize that Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai had just had a round of confrontation secretly, and said with a smile:

"Baoyu's poems are too simple in meaning, lacking in depth and charm. They definitely can't be ranked first. I won't give a ranking for the time being. I will make a decision after reading other people's poems. Next, let's look at the poems written by Miss Bao."

At the same time, on Rongning Street outside the courtyard wall of Rongguo Mansion, a carriage passed by slowly under the heavy snow.

On the main seat in the carriage, sat a stunning woman.

This woman has eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, face like jade, lips like cherries, she is so beautiful and breathtaking.

Her full name is Yehenala-Buxiamala-Dongge, and her baby name is "Dongge". She is the princess of the Yehe Jurchen tribe and is known as the number one beauty of Jurchen.

Her beauty dazzled the Jurchen heroes, and they lost their minds.

The leader of every Jurchen tribe wants to kiss Fangze, and every Jurchen hero who has experienced many battles wants to get her.

The great shaman of the Yehe tribe once predicted: "This woman can prosper the world, but can perish the world."

However, Dongge's father died in battle when he attacked the Jurchen tribe in Jianzhou, and his body was cut in half by Nurhachi.

Brother Dong once threatened that she would marry anyone who could kill Nurhachi.

At this moment, a servant girl next to her timidly asked:

"Princess, it's too dangerous for you to personally come to Shenjing City to assassinate Nurhachi this time."

Dong Ge sneered and said:
"What are you afraid of? I won't do it myself, I just want to sit in command. Nurhachi will come to Shenjing City to pay tribute. This is an excellent opportunity to assassinate him.

I want to watch Nurhachi die under the knife with my own eyes, and avenge my father Khan! "

(End of this chapter)