The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 38 [038] Tanchun admires, Xiangyun wants to marry?

Lin Daiyu snorted lightly and said:

"You are not even a man's filth, at best, you are a puddle of mud that cannot support the wall. And Brother Qiang is not a filth, but a real man."

As soon as these words came out, Jia Baoyu sighed, beat his chest and stamped his feet non-stop, tears welled up from his eyes, and he was about to break down and cry.

Li Wan quickly patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't cry, don't cry, you're not a child anymore, why are you still crying all day? There are so many sisters watching here, don't be laughed at by others."

Hearing this, Jia Baoyu hastily wiped away his tears, bit his lips tightly and did not continue to cry.

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Jia Qiang suddenly thought of a sentence: Baby feels bitter, but baby doesn't say anything.

Seeing that Jia Baoyu finally controlled the emotions that were about to collapse, Li Wan heaved a sigh of relief, turned his gaze to Jia Qiang, and said with a smile:

"Brother Qiang, then it's up to you to analyze the neck and tail joints."

Jia Qiang smiled warmly and said:

"Okay, the neck couplet is about a fairy who is mending a white onyx garment in a cold moon cave. How pitiful.

The last couplet reads: The girl in her boudoir is full of worries and can't confide to anyone, so she has to lean against the window wearily in the autumn of westerly wind and fallen leaves, watching one dusk after another.

Although the situation is a bit depressing, it is full of artistic conception and charm, and has a very poetic and picturesque beauty. "

When Jia Qiang's voice fell, everyone nodded in praise.

Li Wan smiled and said, "Sister Lin's poems are really amazing. Next, let's analyze the two poems written by Sister Yun."

As she spoke, she picked up one of Shi Xiangyun's poems and recited:

"The gods descended to the gate of the capital yesterday and planted a pot of jade in the blue field.

Naturally, Shuang'e prefers coldness, and non-love girls also leave their souls.

Autumn Yin holds out He Fangxue, and the rain stains add to the traces of the night.

But he likes poets to sing tirelessly, and is willing to make loneliness pass. "

After reading, Li Wan said:

"Because we need to analyze Sister Yun's poem, the first and second couplets need to be analyzed by another person. Who is willing? Please raise your hand."

Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu raised their hands almost simultaneously.

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Okay, I'll give the first couplet to Miss Bao for analysis, and the second couplet to sister Lin."

Xue Baochai said with a smile: "Okay, then I will stop gossip and start to analyze directly:
The first couplet said that Bai Haitang had a good background, as if a fairy descended on Shenjing City yesterday and fell into a flowerpot, she looked as white and beautiful as Lantian jade. "

Li Wan said with a smile: "Miss Bao analyzed it very well. Next, sister Lin will analyze the couplets."

Lin Daiyu said:
"Shuang'e in the couplet is the jade girl in charge of Shuangxue. This couplet compares Bai Haitang to the jade girl who can withstand the cold. However, when faced with a relationship, even a fairy will feel restless."

"Okay!" Li Wan laughed, "it's Baoyu's turn."

Jia Baoyu pondered for a while, then said with a smile:
"The neck couplet means that the snow that came from nowhere came at the end of the cold autumn, and the overnight rain has not yet dried up, leaving mottled marks."

Jia Qiang took the conversation and said:
"The meaning of the tail couplet is that although snow and rain have been recited by many predecessors, fortunately, the poets are not bored, and are still willing to sing the wind and the moon while enduring the torment of loneliness from morning till night. "

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Okay, then I'll read Sister Yun's second poem again:"

"Hengzhi's price is connected to Luoxuemen, and it is also suitable for the corner of the wall and the basin.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because of their happiness and cleanliness, and people are easy to lose their souls because of their sorrow and autumn.

The jade candle drips the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain breaks through the mark in the middle of the moon.

You want to complain to Chang'e, but the virtual corridor is dark at night. "

After reading, Li Wan said:

"Let's analyze it in the same order as before."

Xue Baochai laughed and said:
"The first couplet means that there are pots on the edge of the flower path. If there is no pot, it can still grow along the corner or the wall, showing the broad-mindedness and tenacious vitality of the white begonia."

Lin Daiyu took over the conversation and said:

"The couplet means that the white begonia is so holy and flawless that no other flowers are willing to grow with it. From this, it can be associated with the sad spring and autumn, and the lonely and lonely life experience."

Jia Baoyu thought for a while, then smiled and said:
"The neck couplet means that the candle in the wind dries up the candle's tears, and the crystal curtain blocks the moonlight, making the moon's shadow reflected on the curtain."

Li Wan nodded slightly, looked at Jia Qiang, and said with a smile, "Brother Qiang, it's your turn."

Jia Qiang said unhurriedly:
"The meaning of Weilian is that I want to tell Chang'e what I have hidden in my heart, but I don't know how to meet and talk to Chang'e. I can only stand alone in the dark and empty corridor in the night, sighing at the moon, and there is nothing I can do."

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Now, only Brother Qiang's poems are left unanalyzed. I will read his poems to everyone."

As he spoke, Li Wan picked up the poem written by Jia Qiang, but suddenly froze, and exclaimed:

"Good calligraphy! This calligraphy is drawn with silver hooks. It is strong, unrestrained and unrestrained. It has a lot of charm. This calligraphy alone is definitely the best in the audience!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was taken aback and gathered around them one after another.

"It really is a good character! I have never seen such a good character!" Jia Baoyu exclaimed in surprise.

Xue Baochai's beautiful eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"The pen is fast and vigorous, calm and joyful, with all directions, straightforward and free, and achieves the perfect fit between the strength of the pen and the speed of the pen. It is indeed a good calligraphy!"

Jia Tanchun smiled and praised:
"The word is really like the person, the word masculine contains domineering, and the handsomeness shows chicness, just like Brother Qiang's own demeanor."

Li Wan laughed and said:

"The third younger sister is quite accomplished in calligraphy. Since the third younger sister has said so, Brother Qiang's handwriting must be excellent."

Jia Tanchun smiled modestly and said:

"I write in a woman's handsome handwriting, which is completely different from Brother Qiang'er. In terms of the strength of the pen, I am far inferior to Brother Qiang'er."

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"Aunt Tanchun, you are too modest. In terms of writing skills, you must be above me."

Li Wan said with a smile: "You both are famous calligraphers, so you must have your own merits."

Lin Daiyu smiled and commented:
"The structure and brushwork of this character are full of changes, and it has reached the mysterious state of being able to sway freely and flow away. It is really rare in the world, and it can already be compared with those calligraphy masters."

Wang Xifeng laughed a little self-deprecatingly:

"Although I don't know a few big characters, I have seen quite a few famous calligraphy posts. Sister Lin is right. The word Qiang Geer has already entered the family room. Even if he has not reached the state of a master of superb calligraphy, he has already been called a generation of calligraphy. famous."

Shi Xiangyun smiled brightly and said:

"Even Lian's second sister-in-law, who is well-informed and well-informed, has said so, then the word Qiang'er must be outstanding and extraordinary!"

Wang Xifeng patted her shoulder with a smile, and praised:

"Sister Yun's small mouth is so sweet. Your words have praised me and Brother Qiang. No wonder the ancestor likes you so much. You are not only cheerful and pleasing, but also so talkative. I don't know if it will be cheaper in the future. Which brat?"

(End of this chapter)