Volume 1: Don't Use the Hidden Dragon Chapter 17 On Poetry and Understanding

In the good-natured laughter of everyone, Baoyu quietly pulled Daiyu's sleeve, escaped from this place of right and wrong, all the way along the Qinfang stream, and walked to the Qinfang Bridge, Baoyu hugged Daiyu tightly into his arms, stared at Daiyu's eyes affectionately and said: "I can marry my sister as a wife in this life, and I have nothing to ask for." ”

Daiyu gently leaned on Baoyu's arms, listening to her lover's affectionate talk, she couldn't help but feel a little stupid, and a sweet happiness that she had never had in her life came to her heart.

Baoyu looked down at Daiyu's obsessive eyes, and asked mysteriously and detrimentally: "Sister, do you know how to get today's marriage decree?" Daiyu leaned on Baoyu's arms and murmured, "Didn't the old lady ask for it?"

Baoyu shook his head and said, "Sister Ren is extremely smart, and she can't guess it." Daiyu stretched out her hand and twisted it around Baoyu's waist and said, "Hmph, you must be doing something behind your back?" Say it quickly, don't lie to me, or you'll be pretty. ”

"Hiss-" Baoyu pulled the corners of her mouth, pretending to be in pain, painful and happy, she didn't dare to tease her anymore, otherwise her wife would be very angry, and the consequences would be very serious, so she had to tell Daiyu the ins and outs, causes and consequences of breaking into the palace at night to ask for marriage.

Daiyu was first stunned when she heard this, frowned, then opened her mouth in shock, and finally was so moved that she cried bitterly, crying: "I only think you are foolish and willful on weekdays, how do you know that you have done so many things in private." It turns out that I only said that you are just enlightened, who knew that you had already seen all this so thoroughly and with such deep affection, how could I make you so ......"

Baoyu hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand and said with relief: "It's not worth it, I don't ask for anything in my life, it's enough to be able to stay with my sister for the rest of my life, everything I do is just so that we can be together forever, and no one wants to separate us." I don't want to regret it for the rest of my life like Lu You, because of my mother's unreasonable opposition, I abandoned my lover and wife! When you wake up, it's too late to regret it! Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix. Red Crisp Hands", can my sister remember? ”

Baoyu whispered:

Red crisp hands, yellow silk wine, the city is full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. A melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!

After chanting this poem, thinking of the tragic ending of Lu You and Tang Wan's love, Baoyu couldn't help but sigh. Daiyu remembered the tormenting days when she was in the house, "the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword were strictly pressing", and she couldn't help but feel a little sad and tearful. "The World is Thin" couldn't help blurting out:

The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall. The wind is dry, the tears are remnant, the desire to write about the heart, and the monologue is oblique. Hard, hard, hard!

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of people asking questions, and I pretend to be happy with tears. Hide, hide, hide!

It's really sad, and every word pierces my heart!

Baoyu hurriedly took out Daiyu's old handkerchief from her arms, gently wiped Daiyu's tears, and comforted: "Sister, don't worry, your second brother is not Lu You, and your sister will not be Tang Wan." Lu You's mother said it was a good excuse to break them up for the sake of her son's career, but with her worldly knowledge, she only knew that wealth was good, but she never understood that true love is more valuable than wealth, wealth can be found when it is dispersed, and once true love is lost, it will never come back!

Lu You is even more stupid, thinking that he has fulfilled his filial piety, but in fact he is just a foolish filial piety who sells his reputation and deceives himself; He is afraid that the world will slander him for being unfilial, for the sake of some false fame, he sells his reputation and reputation, and what he loses is his true love and happiness, which is the happiness of two people for a lifetime. He not only hurt himself, but also hurt his cousin, he was in vain, and he didn't deserve to love Tang Wan, he was ashamed of his cousin's deep affection for him, really a poor person must have something to hate!

My sister only needs to know that in today's cannibalistic world, happiness can only be obtained by one's own efforts, rather than waiting for other people's gifts and alms! If you want to take control of your own destiny, you must have indomitable courage, unparalleled wisdom and invincible strength! What we need to do now and in the future is to accumulate strength, enough power to change the rules of this world, and I will see who will dare to stop us from being together at that time! Good sister, as long as we are husband and wife, no one can separate us! It's all my fault, today is our best day, and I don't have to say these things that are so bad, I really deserve to fight. ”

After listening to Baoyu's impassioned "speech", Daiyu stopped crying, thoughtfully, her eyes became brighter than ever, and she burst into tears and smiled: "Speaking better than singing, I see that you are also a silver-like wax gun head, hum!"

Daiyu said this, but her heart was full of sweetness, she snuggled tightly in Baoyu's arms, looked at the mandarin ducks still playing in the water by the bridge and cave from a distance, and said:

"I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated."

Baoyu made a conciliatory sentence:

"A lifetime of a couple, striving to teach people to lose their souls."

Daiyu couldn't help but be disgusted: "The words of Nalan Xingde have been changed by you to be unrecognizable!" ”。

Baoyu smiled: "I don't like Nalan Xingde's poems the most, it's good, it's just too sad!" My sister's poems are too, not only his poems, but also my sister's, I have to change them. ”

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?"

Baoyu chanted in a low voice, and looked at her narrowly as she continued,

"The peach and plum can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?"

Daiyu was stunned, instantly understood what he meant, and her face was flushed, and she still didn't believe that he was making fun of himself with his poems, and said in a low voice:

"The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May Nong's wings grow and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. ”

Baoyu then continued:

"At the end of the day, there is a fisherman left. The unknown snow on the Yanbo River can eliminate the fisherwoman's spring sorrows? ”

Daiyu was stunned for a while, and quietly hugged Baoyu, only to feel that there was this moment in this life, and even if she died immediately, she was willing. Don't have sorrow and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The two were speechless for a while, and Baoyu took her hand and held it tightly.

Speaking of funeral flowers, Baoyu suddenly remembered the gift to Daiyu and said, "Sister, have you seen the birthday gift I gave you?" Daiyu leaned her head on Baoyu's broad chest and murmured, "Haven't you had time to see it yet?" I haven't been free for half a day. Baoyu smiled: "Among them, there is a book of Shakespeare's poems given by Father Tom, which is very good, written by Westerners." ”

"Westerners can also write poetry? I'll take a look when I have time. Daiyu said curiously. Baoyu Zhengse said: "My sister can't underestimate Westerners, they also have a lot of merits, I remember a poem written by a Westerner, which is very good." ”

Baoyu whispered softly:

Life is precious,

The price of love is higher.

If it is for the sake of freedom,

Both can be thrown.

Although Daiyu also liked it after listening to it, she was also a little unconvinced and snorted: "It's just barely rhyming, it's loose and tight, it seems that it's just that." In the end, you don't study well, which time is the poetry club not at the bottom? ”

Baoyu took off the cloak on her body, gently put her on, and said with a smile: "People say poetry and words, and words convey their hearts." Xiao Xiangzi is so talented, but he also fell into the clichΓ©? It's true that I am at the bottom of the poems every time, that is, they can't read them, isn't my sister very happy to read them every time? As long as it can make you smile, why bother with a little false name? My sister has always insisted on not being harmful; Tell me, has this word ever meant anything harmful? ”

Daiyu lowered her head and pondered for a while, then sighed: "I used to have some confidence in this poem, but now I listen to your high arguments, and I understand that there is no end to learning." According to what you said, although the artistic conception of this poem is superior, it cannot convey feelings and moans without disease. This poem was also written by me at the moment, although the intention was reached, but it did not convey affection, and finally fell behind. Or what you said back then: the heart will not be far away, this is the highest state of writing poetry. ”