Soon the following year, in the middle of spring and February in 1001, the peach blossoms bloomed again. As soon as Jia Baoyu woke up early that morning, he heard the sound of laughter in the outer room. The attacker then laughed and said, "You go out and rescue it, Qingwen and Musk Yue hold Wen Duli down on the arm." When Baoyu heard this, he hurriedly put on his gray squirrel coat and came out to take a look, only to see that the quilts of the three of them had not been folded up, and they were not wearing big clothes. Na Qingwen was only wearing a green silk jacket, wearing a red coat and red nightshoes for sleeping, draped in her hair, and riding on the male slave. The musk moon is a red silk bandeau (also known as a belly pocket), draped in an old coat, where it grabs the ribs of male slaves. The male slave was lying on his back on the kang, wearing a tight body with flowers, red pants and green socks, kicking his feet around, laughing breathlessly. Baoyu hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Two big ones bully one with a small one, wait for me to help her." As he spoke, he also went to bed and pulled his arm Qingwen. Qingwen touched the itch, laughed and hurriedly left the male slave and grabbed Baoyu. The male slave took advantage of the situation and pressed Qingwen down again, grabbing her by the side. The assailant laughed and said, "Be careful of freezing." "It's funny to see the four of them wrapped up in one place.

Suddenly, Xiangyun sent Cui Wei (that is, the girl who said that men are yang and women are yin) and said: "Please ask the second master to go over and discuss." Baoyu was rolling around with the three of them, and after listening, he hurriedly asked, "What are you discussing?" Cui Wei smiled and said: "The girls are all on the Qinfang Pavilion, you will know when you go." When Baoyu heard this, she stopped making trouble, and hurriedly freshened up, and sure enough, she saw Daiyu, Baochai, Xiangyun, Baoqin, and Tanchun all there, talking with the pillar. Seeing him coming, they all smiled and said: "This time I can't get up yet, last year Sister Feng was sick, grandma and the head of Tanchun had no leisure, our poetry club has not been active for a year, and now it is the season of renewal of all things, and it is good to encourage another stand." Xiangyun said: "At that time, it was autumn when the company started, and it was destined to be underdeveloped. Now that everything happens to be spring, let's change the Begonia Club to the Peach Blossom Club. Baoyu listened, nodded and said, "Very good." So they all went to the old farmer of Daoxiang. When I arrived at Daoxiang Village, I told Li Kun what it meant, and I agreed. Speaking of the poetry club, everyone agreed: tomorrow is the second day of the first month of March, so the club will be started and renamed the Peach Blossom Club, and Lin Daiyu will be the owner. After dinner tomorrow, gather at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Then they discussed what topics to propose. Daiyu said: "Everyone will make a hundred rhymes of peach blossom poems." Baochai said, "I can't do it." Peach blossom poems have always been done the most, and it is inevitable that they will fall into the cliché. We have to redraft. As he was talking, someone came to call and said that his uncle's wife, Wang Ziteng's wife, was here, and asked everyone to come over and talk.

So, they all ran to talk, and accompanied them to the garden to travel and explain, and they did not disperse until the evening. The next day was Tanchun's birthday, so Tanchun had to salute everywhere, Daiyu smiled and said to everyone: "It's a coincidence that my club is open, and I forgot that these two days are her birthday." So it was changed to the fifth day of the new year.

No, on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Zheng's letter came again, saying that he had been on a business trip for a long time and that he would have to go home in mid-June. When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. On this day, Wang Ziteng invited everyone to his house to play, so he had to go, and the poetry club activities could not be carried out again.

Jia Baoyu played for a day at Wang Ziteng's house, came back when he was in charge of the lamp, and rested for a while, so he took the opportunity to persuade him to take care of it, take the time to sort out the book business, and prepare for his father to come back to check. Baoyu counted and said, "It's still early." The attacker said, "Books are one thing, and there are words." How many words have you written? Baoyu smiled and said: "I often write a lot, and I don't know how much I write, but you don't have it, right?" The attacker said, "Of course I took it." I took it out this afternoon, and counted it all, and there were fifty or sixty articles. After two or three years of work, is it only these few words that cannot be accomplished? According to me, from tomorrow, you will have all your other hearts in your hands, and you will soon fill in a few words every day. Although you can't have it every day, you have to see it roughly. ”

It turned out that since Baoyu moved to Daguan Garden, his father Jia Zheng said that he could not go out to school and read and write with his sisters in the garden, in fact, this was not Jia Zheng's idea, it was Jia Yuanchun's edict, I was afraid that he would not learn well in the school outside. So Baoyu listened, put his hands around his neck, and thought that this amount was really too much to prevaricate, and he didn't even have an average of one a day, so he said, "Well, starting tomorrow, it's good to write a hundred words a day." And when he spoke, they rested in peace.

When he got up the next day and freshened up, Baoyu sat under the window and grinded, copying according to the book. Jia Mu didn't see him that day, thinking that he was sick, so she hurriedly sent someone to ask, it turned out to be studying. Jia Mu was very happy and said, "In the future, you can just read and write, and you don't have to come to me to say goodbye." Thinking about it immediately, Jia's mother was afraid that he would be in a hurry to write to deal with his father, and he would be tired and sick urgently, and Tanchun Baochai, who came to accompany him, smiled and said, "The old lady doesn't need to worry." Each of us will give him one article every day, and after this step, it will be over. One is that the old man is not angry when he arrives home, and the other is that he is not in a hurry to get sick. When Jia Mu heard this, she was overjoyed.

Daiyu also thought that Jia Zheng was going to come back, and if Baoyu was distracted to participate in the activities of the poetry club, she was afraid that she would not be able to cope with her father and would suffer again. So, the poetry club was no longer able to stand up, and continued to delay it indefinitely. Tanchun Baochai writes a regular script to Baoyu every day, and Baoyu also works hard, writing 200 to 300 words every day. By the end of March, there were fifty more articles. At this time, Zijuan came and brought him a roll of things. When I opened it, it was a small block of the two masters of Zhong Xuan and Wang Xizhi written on a color of oily bamboo paper, and the handwriting was very similar to myself. I don't know how many there are. The happy Baoyu made a gesture for himself, and personally went to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to thank him. Then, Shi Xiangyun and Baoqin also sent a few articles. Putting it together in this way, it is enough to prevaricate.

Baoyu was relieved, so he got the book again. I circled the books that should be read, and I reviewed and recited them a few times, and I was working hard every day, when I suddenly heard about the tsunami in the coastal area, and Jia Zhengyi was ordered to check the relief on the way. In this way, I will be able to come back at the end of the year. Baoyu listened, so he put the book and the words aside again, and continued to wander as usual.

At this time, it was the twilight of spring, Shi Xiangyun was bored, because he saw the catkins fluttering, so he accidentally made a small song, according to the tune of "Dream Order", the words are:

Is it embroidered velvet remnants, rolling up half a curtain of incense mist, and the slender hands come by themselves, making the cuckoo cry and jealous. Stay, stay! Don't let the spring light go. I remember that there were classmates who also had good things before, and they did one, writing that they were strolling around the campus playground after drinking: vomiting! Vomit! Frightened countless wild mandarin ducks. But I really can't remember, this was done by my classmates, or I did it.

Shi Xiangyun did it himself, and he was proud, so he copied it to Baochai, and came to Daiyu to show her. After reading it, Daiyu smiled and said, "It's good, it's also fresh and interesting." I can't. Xiangyun smiled and said: "Our societies have never filled in the words. Why don't you fill in the words tomorrow and change your appearance, wouldn't it be fresher. ”

When Daiyu heard this, she was also interested, so she hurriedly ordered to prepare a few colored fruit points, and at the same time, she sent people to invite everyone separately. Here she and Xiangyun drafted the topic of catkins, limited a few tunes, and wrote and nailed them to the wall.

When everyone came, they saw that it was based on the theme of catkins, limited to various minor tones. Everyone read what Shi Xiangyun wrote again and praised it once. So everyone grabbed lots, Baochai caught "Linjiang Immortal", Baoqin caught "Xijiangyue", Tanchun caught "Nan Kezi", Daiyu caught "Tang Duoling", and Baoyu caught "Butterfly Love Flower" (the same as Mao**). Xiangling stopped living in the garden because her husband Xue Pan came back last year and moved back. Zijuan lit a sweet fragrance of dreams next to her, and everyone thought about it.

For a while, everyone had it one after another, and when the incense was extinguished, the banana guest Tanchun only wrote out the upper que. Li Kun smiled and said, "This is considered a loss." The banana girl will show this half first. "Tanchun is for everyone. When everyone watched it, it was half of "Nan Kezi", and it was written:

Hanging the slender wisps in the air, hanging the silk in vain, it is also difficult to tie the tie and difficult to bind, and the east and west are separated from each other. Li Kun smiled and said: "This is also good, why not continue?" ”

Baoyu picked up the pen and continued:

I know if I fall away, and I know when I fly. When the warbler is sad and the butterfly is tired of the late fragrance, even if it is next spring, goodbye to the next year! When they saw it, they said it was good. said, look at Daiyu's "Tang Duoling":

Powder fell in Baihuazhou, fragrant remnant swallow building, a group of pairs (Mao Qiu made words). Wandering is also like a thin human life, empty and slender, and said to be romantic. The grass and trees are also worried, Shaohua is white-headed! Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life? It doesn't matter if you marry Dongfeng Chun, go by your own and endure drowning. When everyone saw it, they all nodded and sighed, saying, "It's too sad, but it's good." So I watched Baoqin's "Xijiang Moon" again:

The Han Garden is sporadic and limited, and the Sui Embankment is endlessly dotted. Sanchun career pays the east wind, and the bright moon and plum blossoms are a dream. A few red courtyards, whose fragrant snow curtains? Jiangnan and Jiangbei are generally the same, but they are hated by others! Everyone laughed and said, "In the end, her voice is very strong." A few places, who has the best two sentences. ”

Bao Chai smiled and said: "I can't help but be too defeated in the end (Bao Qin is her cousin, so I can say her). I think that catkins are originally a light and thin thing without roots and no stumbling blocks (similar to a water-based poplar like Second Sister You), but according to my idea, I have to say it well so as not to fall into the trap. That's why I wrote a song, which may not be to your liking. ”

The crowd laughed and said, "Don't be too modest, being too modest is scolding." If we appreciate and appreciate, it will be good. So I watched this song "Linjiang Immortal", and the Tao was:

The spring dance in front of the white jade hall is unraveled, and the east wind rolls evenly. Seeing this, Xiangyun smiled first and said: "What a 'Dongfeng rolls evenly'!" This sentence is above the rest. And behold, it was:

The bees and butterflies were in chaos. A few times with the passing of water, how can it be entrusted to the dust. Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he goes. Shaohua Xiu laughs without roots, and the good wind frequently borrows strength to send me to Qingyun! Everyone applauded, and they all said: "Sure enough, it turned over with great strength, and naturally this one is the first." lingering and sad, it is the concubine Xiaoxiang who does not let others, and she is charming, but she is an old friend of Pillow Xia, Xiao Xue and Jiaoke are considered to be the first today and will be punished. ”

Bao Qin smiled and said: "We will naturally be punished, but I don't know how to punish those who hand in blank papers?" ”

It turned out that Na Baoyu didn't write a poem, and he didn't hand in the paper when the incense was extinguished. It seems that memorizing ancient books and ancient characters is very stifling people's creative talents. Li Su hurriedly said: "Don't be busy, this must punish him heavily." ”

Just about to be punished, before he could say a word, he saw someone outside put the kite high, it turned out to be the delicate red girl in the yard of Master Jia Yu. Daiyu smiled and said: "Flying a kite can release bad luck, let's release it too." So Zijuan hurriedly asked the little girl to take out the big beauty kite, and everyone ran out to release it. The kite flew high like the youth of a man. At one time, everyone was also busy looking for kites everywhere, and each person had a kite, and they all began to fly it. The kite flew slowly in the air, both ancient and modern. What kind of hope do I want to embrace the future, what is youth for stretching its branches and leaves again and again, and what am I feeling in my heart. I saw that the kite was higher than spring, and spring was higher than flying, and flying was above everything.

The kite of the crowd was broken with the wind, mixed with their own beautiful expectations and sustenance, and this beautiful day, with all the girls and boys, rose and dispersed together. Daiyu went back to the room as usual to recuperate. Let's listen to the next breakdown.