The Red Chamber begins with a bastard
Chapter 458: Ode to the White Begonia
Chapter 458: Ode to the White Begonia (Part )
The secretary prepared six pieces of paper and pens and placed them on the desk. Whoever had an idea could come forward and write it down.
In the original version of A Dream of Red Mansions, when Granny Liu entered the Grand View Garden, there was a detailed description of Qiu Shuang Zhai where Jia Tanchun lived, which was very shocking and impressive.
Jia Tanchun always liked spaciousness. The main house had three rooms, which were not partitioned and looked very spacious. The interior was elegantly decorated, and generous in splendor. In the middle was the study, with a large rosewood marble desk in the middle, on which were piled various famous calligraphy works and dozens of precious inkstones, and pens in various pen holders and pen holders like a forest.
Next to the study is the living room. On the west wall hangs a large painting of Mi Xiangyang, "Misty Rain", and on the left and right hang a couplet in calligraphy by Yan Lugong, which reads: "A leisurely temperament among mist and clouds, a wild life among springs and rocks".
There is also a large tripod in the living room. On the left side, on a rosewood stand, there is a large plate from the Daguan kiln, on which are placed dozens of large, delicate and yellow Buddha's hands. On the right side, on a lacquer stand, there is a white jade bimu chime, with a small hammer hanging next to it.
Wow, look at these furnishings, they are all priceless calligraphy and paintings by famous people and antiques from famous kilns. It can be seen that although the Jia family is now unable to make ends meet, as a founding family of dukes and marquises, the foundation is still strong. Even a concubine's daughter, Jia Tanchun, can afford such precious things.
Of course, what I mainly want to say is that Jia Tanchun's desk is very large, astonishingly large. According to the description in the original book, it is a large rosewood desk with dozens of precious inkstones placed on it, as well as various pen holders and pen holders. There are so many brushes inserted in them that they look like a forest. It can be seen that the area of this desk is very large. It is estimated that there is enough space for Jia Huan and others to sit around the desk and write.
Let's get back to the point. After the secretary prepared six pieces of paper and pen, everyone began to think hard. Li Wan also ordered the maid to light a stick of incense, and the time limit was the end of the incense. Those who failed to write a poem after the time limit would be punished.
Perhaps because of her home advantage, Jia Tanchun soon became pregnant. She picked up a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper, handed it to Jia Yingchun, and asked Xue Baochai beside her: "Is Sister Bao pregnant?"
Xue Baochai smiled and said, "Yes, there is, but it's not good." After saying that, she subconsciously glanced at Jia Huan who was drinking tea leisurely. The latter also looked at her and responded with a slight smile.
In Jia Huan's opinion, Baochai must have had one a long time ago, but she has always been low-key and steady, hiding her talents and being simple-minded. Even if she had already had an idea in mind, she would not compete for the first one.
At this time, Xue Baoqin also walked to the desk and started writing. Apparently, she had also finished. Jia Baoyu was walking back and forth in the corridor with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Jia Tanchun and Xue Baoqin had finished writing, he couldn't help but asked anxiously, "Sister Lin, look, they all have it, do you have it?"
"Don't worry about me, just think about your own things!" Lin Daiyu was still leisurely enjoying the snow scene outside, and even had time to make the maids laugh.
Jia Baoyu hit a snag and had to retreat awkwardly. Seeing Jia Huan still drinking tea, he could not help but frowning and thinking, "The third brother Huan is really good at pretending."
This time, classmate Jia was really wronged. How could he be in the mood to pretend? His brain CPU was working at a high speed. He couldn't find a suitable one after searching his mind. After all, the rhymes were limited. Naturally, he couldn't be a plagiarist because there was no poem that met the requirements in his memory bank of his previous life.
Fortunately, Jia Huan was a top student in his previous life. Although he was not good at ancient poetry, as the saying goes, if you read 300 Tang poems, you can at least steal them if you can't recite them. He can still manage to churn out one. Whether it's good or not is another matter, at least he can deal with it for now.
At this time, there was only one inch left of the incense stick. Jia Baoyu exclaimed in surprise, "No, I only got four sentences. Never mind, I'll write them down first." So he walked to the desk and took a pen to copy them.
"Sister Lin, the incense will soon burn out. Why are you still standing outside in the wind? Be careful not to catch a cold again." Jia Huan reminded her.
"If you care, I'll be so weak." Lin Daiyu said, but she still went back to the house as she was told, walked to Jia Huan secretly, and asked in a low voice: "Is it pregnant?"
"Want to spy on military intelligence?" Jia Huan said in a "cautious" manner.
"I'm spying on you, you big-headed ghost!" Lin Daiyu said with a smile, raising her hand to reward someone with a chestnut.
Jia Baoyu was copying when he saw the two people's playful movements. He felt sad and his hand shook, so he wrote a word wrong and had to erase it and write it again.
Xue Baochai seemed not to see anything. She just walked silently to the desk, picked up the pen, and holding up her sleeve with her left hand, she wrote down the draft on the paper. Her movements were dignified and elegant, and her expression was calm.
Li Wan smiled and said, "Only Concubine Xiaoxiang and Master Yuewei are left. I will judge them first. If you two still can't write after I finish, be prepared to be punished."
Lin Daiyu is famous for her quick wit, and Jia Huan is even more famous for his poetry. He was also the top scorer in the provincial examination in Nanzhili. Naturally, no one believes that he and Lin Daiyu cannot come up with the idea. It seems that they just don't want to compete with each other.
Li Wan first read Jia Tanchun's poem and saw the following words written on the paper:
Ode to the White Begonia, the Soul Traces the Darkness of the Door
The cold grass in the setting sun covers the heavy door, and the green moss spreads over the basin after the rain.
Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon.
Don’t think that the white fairy can fly away, she accompanies me in singing about the sunset with her affection.
Everyone couldn't help but praise it. Jia Tan's poem on the white begonia was undoubtedly excellent. It was very rare to be able to write like this under the rhyme limit.
Next is Xue Baoqin's:
The curtains roll up, the west wind and the moon knock on the door, and the cold frost dyes the jade basin full of water.
The graceful smile blooms like autumn waves, and the light dance is like the soul of ice and snow.
I do not envy the bustling flowers of spring, but only want to leave my mark with their fragrance.
It is difficult for the jade harp to play the song that captures my heart, so a piece of clear poetry sings about the dusk.
Li Wan said with a smile: "The poem by the Red Dust Guest is good, but the line about dusk is more like that by Qiu Shuang, and the artistic conception is also slightly inferior." Xue Baoqin said with a smile: "Mine is not as good as Qiu Shuang's."
Jia Baoyu hurriedly said: "Although not as good, but not far behind, Daoxiang old farmer may not be good at writing poems but he is good at reading, and he is the most fair. We all accept your evaluation of the good and the bad."
Li Wan said with a smile, "Now it's your turn. It's useless to flatter me. You should show me your real talents and knowledge."
Jia Baoyu hurriedly handed his poem to Li Wan, on which it read:
The autumn guest closes the heavy door lightly, and the seven sections of snow gather like a full plate.
When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and the Suyu adds a trace of tears.
Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you like, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk.
Jia Huan nodded secretly. It was not bad. However, it was obviously not as good as Jia Tanchun's poem and it was too full of the scent of cosmetics. This was in line with Da Lian Bao's usual character. He had been surrounded by cosmetics since he was a child. It was okay for him to write some fresh and elegant poems about the wind and the moon.
As expected, Li Wan said with a smile, "This draft is not as good as Mr. Qiu Shuang's, so I'll put it aside for now and wait for Mr. Heng Wu's."
Xue Baochai's poem is as follows:
Take care of your beauty and close the door during the day, and water the moss pot with your own hand-held urn.
The rouge washes out the color of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow bring out the soul of the dew-covered steps.
Only when you are indifferent can you realize how beautiful the flowers are; when you are too sad, how can the jade be without any marks?
I want to repay Baidi for my purity, but I remain silent as the sun sets again.
Li Wan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "After all, it is Hengwu Jun, who writes with dignity. I think this is the best poem for now."
Jia Tanchun nodded sincerely and said, "I am not as good as Hengwu Jun. Let's see what Concubine Xiaoxiang and Master Yuewei can do."
Lin Daiyu looked at Jia Huan with a smile, and the latter bowed and said, "Sister Lin, please go first. I will perform my ugly show last."
Lin Daiyu did not hesitate to accept the poem, and she wrote it down in one stroke, throwing it to the crowd. The poem read:
Half-rolled Hunan curtains and half-closed doors, rolling ice for soil and jade for basins.
As expected, it was a great success. Everyone couldn't help but cheer. Jia Baoyu even flattered her, saying, "It was Concubine Xiaoxiang who came up with this idea."
Let’s look at the second sentence: I stole three parts of the whiteness from the pear blossom and borrowed a wisp of soul from the plum blossom.
Everyone couldn't help but applaud again; these two sentences were simply brilliant writing.
Then comes the neck and tail couplets: The fairy in the moon cave sews a white sleeve, and the resentful girl in the autumn chamber wipes away her tears. To whom can she tell her shyness silently? She leans wearily against the west wind as the night has already darkened.
Li Wan shook her head and sighed, "It's really embarrassing. If we talk about elegance and uniqueness, it's the poem by Concubine Xiaoxiang, but if we talk about subtlety and richness, it's better than Henggao."
Jia Tanchun nodded and said, "That makes sense. I think Heng's manuscript should be ranked first for now. Let's see how Master Yuewei does."
Everyone looked at Jia Huan at the same time. Jia Huan was under great pressure. After a moment's hesitation, he picked up his pen and wrote:
The fairy girl of the ninth heaven was banished to the Heavenly Gate, and transformed into a basin of jade in front of the steps.
The shadows of the clouds dance under the moon, and the frost in the snow stirs the sword spirit.
How can the world be ordinary? The moon in the sky should still set.
I often lean on the carved saddle and look around, drunkenly drinking in the west wind and laughing at the sunset.
Li Wan praised: "Master Yuewei's voice is still strong. After all, he is a man, and we girls cannot compare with him."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Jia Baoyu's face. These words sounded a bit harsh to him. After all, he was also a man. As a result, that "erotic tune" instantly became a moan without any reason in front of Jia Huan's song.
Xue Baoqin said with a smile: "Master Yuewei has led troops in battles before, so his aura is overwhelming. How can we girls compare to him?"
Jia Huan was secretly sweating. Actually, his poem only had a slight advantage in conception and momentum. In terms of word choice and sentence structure, the beauty of artistic conception was not as good as Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu. So he smiled and said, "Sister Qin, you are too kind. Mine is really not as good as Sister Bao and Sister Lin."
Li Wan pondered for a while and finally came to the final conclusion: Xue Baochai first, Jia Huan second, Lin Daiyu third, Jia Tanchun fourth, Baoqin fifth, and Jia Baoyu last.
(End of this chapter)
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