"Punishment, punishment!" Qingwen was dragged by her sisters, and involuntarily went to the house, and said helplessly, "As long as you don't let me compose poems, you can punish you no matter what!" ”

"That's not going to happen! Originally, you were meant to compose poetry, and if you are not punished for making poetry, what will be punished! "Tanchun is not relentless.

"Sisters, please spare me," Qingwen begged for mercy again, "I've only been learning words for a few days?" When did you learn to make poetry? Let me make a poem, why don't you punish me for sewing a sachet for each of you. ”

"No, no!" Tanchun still didn't give up, "We just agreed that we will start a poetry club on the second and sixteenth days of every month in the future, is it possible that you want to hide out every time?" Let's learn it today, and let's take a look at it first. ”

"Uh......" Qingwen also smiled.

According to her temperament, there are only two poetry clubs a month, even a few more times, and she can hide. But now she didn't dare say that.

"For the sake of Sister Qing sending us two pots of such good flowers, the third sister still spares her, right?"

Daiyu, who hadn't spoken much, said, "It just so happens that we haven't chosen a topic yet, so let's sing it up now, right?" Sister Qing really hasn't learned to make poetry, but the handwriting is not bad, how about we punish her to help us transcribe? ”

"Exactly, exactly, exactly." Qingwen hurriedly got off the donkey.

This sister is not recognized in vain, she is really on at the critical moment.

Tanchun is just making fun of Qingwen, and it's not good to really force Qingwen to make poems, if she can't do it, won't she be shameless in public?

So he smiled and said: "Let's spare my sister today, I will learn it in the future, we don't have much to do in our boudoir, and writing poems is also a serious matter." ”

Everyone laughed and hugged Qingwen into the house, and immediately drafted the theme of Yong Begonia, which is not good at writing poems to welcome the spring rhyme, cherish the spring prison field, and Qingwen transcribed.

Yingchun walked to the bookshelf and took out a book of poems, and unveiled it casually, it was actually a seven-word law, so everyone was determined to do a seven-word law.

She casually pointed to a little girl and said, "You say a word casually." ”

The girl was leaning against the door, and she really said the word "door" casually.

Yingchun said with a smile: "It's the rhyme of the door word, 'thirteen yuan', and the first rhyme must be the word 'door'." ”

As she spoke, she asked for the rhyme card box, took out a drawer of "thirteen yuan", and ordered the little girl to take four pieces in her hand.

The girl took four pieces: "basin", "soul", "trace", and "faint".

Qingwen looked at Yingchun's divine operation, and she almost laughed.

This "Ermu" girl is really a person who doesn't bother to think about anything, and everything comes at will.

Flip through the law of the book, refer to the rhyme at will, draw out the rhyme at will, be so afraid of trouble, unwilling to use your brain, and deal with things like this.

It is no wonder that the marriage in the future was also arbitrarily determined, and in the end, she was beaten and scolded by her husband at will and died.

If she could stand up on her own and think more about her future, she wouldn't have ended so tragically, right?

It's a pity that the country is easy to change, her nature is difficult to change, and her character is difficult to change.

Prepare four pieces of paper and pen for Baoyu, Daiyu, Baochai, and Tanchun.

Yingchun ordered the maid to light up a three-inch-long, light-and-grass thick "Dream Sweet Fragrance", and said with a smile: "Within this limit, if the incense is burned out and has not been made, it will be punished." ”

Baoyu, Baochai, and Tanchun each quietly thought, Dudaiyu or caressed the sycamore, or watched the autumn colors, and went to the courtyard to see the white begonias for a while, and laughed with the maids.

Baoyu paced up and down the corridor with her hands behind her back, seeing Daiyu only smiling, for fear that she would not be able to do it and be angry with herself, because she said, "They all have it, what do you just do squatting on the tide?" ”

Daiyu glanced at him and said crisply: "You don't care about me, just do your thing." ”

Baoyu saw that Tanchun and Baochai had transcribed it, and said to Daiyu: "Amazing! There is only one inch of incense left, and I have four sentences. I can't care about you, so I'll write it out. ”

As he spoke, he walked back to the desk and wrote.

Li Kun glanced at Daiyu and urged: "We have to read the poem, if you don't hand in the paper after reading it, you will be punished." ”

Daiyu still ignored it, so everyone first looked at Tanchun's poem manuscript and saw that it was written:

Yongbai Begonia limits the "door basin soul scarry" as the rhyme:

The slanting sun and cold grass bring a heavy door, and the moss is green and spread after the rain.

Jade is difficult to compare with the spirit, and snow is easy to lose the soul for the muscles and bones.

Fang's heart is a little weak, and there are traces in the third month.

It is impossible to say that the fairy can feather, and the affection accompanies me at dusk.

Everyone praised it once, and then looked at Baochai's, and it was written on the manuscript:

Cherish the fangzi day and cover the door, and fill the moss pot with the urn hand.

The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attract the soul of the dew.

The light pole knows that the flowers are more colorful, and the jade is more sorrowful.

If you want to repay the White Emperor for cleanliness, he is silent and dim.

The people praised again, and looked at Baoyu again, and saw that he wrote:

The autumn face is faintly reflected in the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow.

Out of the bath, Taizhen ice is a shadow, and Xiziyu is the soul.

Xiaofeng didn't dare to worry a thousand points, and Su Yu added a trace of tears.

Leaning on the painting column alone, if you are interested, clear the anvil and send the flute to dusk.

After reading the poem, it is natural to comment on it according to the convention.

Baoyu glanced at Daiyu, who was still standing silently under the white begonia, and said with a smile: "In my opinion, it's better to be the third sister." ”

Although Li Kun is not good at writing, he is good at evaluating the advantages and disadvantages, usually fair, and taking into account the affection of relatives, so he naturally wants to push Bao Chai, and the Tao is: "Miss Bao's poems look like they have an identity." ”

Because he said to Daiyu again: "Is there a concubine in Xiaoxiang?" The sisters have made it. ”

Daiyu seemed to have just come back to her senses, walked to the front of the case, picked up the pen with a wave, and threw it at everyone.

The arrogant little appearance made Qingwen laugh secretly in her heart.

Daiyu has always been such a competitive little daughter mentality, because the existence of Baochai makes her unhappy, and she always wants to beat her in all aspects.

Lin Qingwen didn't have to look at it, and she knew what she wrote.

Not only her poems about begonias, but also those written by the other three, she is also very familiar with them.

In later generations, many Red scholars made a living by studying the Red Chamber, and some people specialized in studying the poems of the Red Chamber.

Every poem, every couplet, and every fu in the book has been carefully studied, so as to study the deep meaning of Cao Gong in it.

Thanks to them, Lin Qingwen is also familiar with the poems in the book, almost to the extent that she can recite every one.

Li Kun read Daiyu's poem manuscript and said:

Half-rolled Hunan curtain and half-closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for pots.

Steal the pear stamen and borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

The moon cave immortals sewed their robes, and the autumn boudoir complained that the girls tried to cry.

Who do you complain to silently? Weary of the west wind, the night is dark.

Baoyu shouted: "Look at this sentence, 'half rolled Hunan curtain and half closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for basin', just this sentence makes people dump, it's hard for her where she came from?" ”

Everyone also applauded in unison, and they all said: "Sure enough, it is the same heart as others, and this poem written by Concubine Xiaoxiang should be the best." ”