Throughout the evolutionary history of human love, it can be roughly divided into three stages: prehistoric emotional history, ancient emotional history and modern emotional history. If the history of literature is a reflection of human emotional history, then the position of A Dream of Red Mansions in the times will be more clear. Just like an arch bridge, it just spans the end of ancient emotional history and the beginning of modern emotional history. From this perspective, the distance between A Dream of Red Mansions and our time is more distinct. The classic pictures presented in the works retain the influence of the past era so comprehensively and truly that we can taste the great and subtle similarities and differences between ancient people and modern people in the emotional field. We are sad and happy to see that the history of human emotions is developing as well as the history of reason. Although the trajectory of evolution is so heavy and slow, one step at a time, one after another, including the cost of blood and life, suddenly parted ways.

After reading the red chamber, my heart is sour. I don't know why. Is it to destroy the second house in Rong Ning? Is the fragrance of imported marble disappearing? Or the name of the speculator? It seems that there is a little of each kind. But I always feel that this is not the whole story. From a man's point of view, I was suddenly enlightened. This is jealousy. I envy Baoyu in the dark. It's embarrassing to say, but how many men are not sad to see a dude surrounded by countless beautiful women for no reason?

Speaking of it, there are countless love stories in a dream of red mansions. The first thing to push is Baodai's infatuation with pink. In a dream of red mansions, the love between these two people is the purest. Growing up, falling in love when you grow up. Cao Gong simply pushed the boat with the tide, making readers feel that another love story spread all over the world was born. Its appearance is so natural that few people doubt that it is so pure. But untimely love is synonymous with pain. Daiyu's unique rebellious and withdrawn personality and disdain for the secular make her stand out from the crowd everywhere. Reading the West Chamber before the flowers, there is nothing taboo; I don't like rhetoric, and I will do what I say; Advocating the truth, indifferent to fame and fortune ... all these make her like a lotus, always clinging to her purity, purity and cleanliness, as clear as jasper. Looking at her from an ordinary person's point of view, what I appreciate most is Dai Yu's poetry and humor. Daiyu often opposes her sisters by drinking, enjoying flowers and reciting poems. She is always brilliant and full of artistic sense. Whether it is a teenager listening to the poems on the rain song building, I want to be immortal; Or the desolation of plants and the return of wild geese to the south, the tenderness of flowers can solve the affair of language; All of them reflect her elegant and refined poet temperament. The most sighing thing is Daiyu's sentimentality. Her beauty is unlucky. Daiyu's life experience doomed her to be lonely and helpless, and her personality doomed her to be lonely and sad. Even though the people in the Grand View Garden are very busy, there is no relative she can rely on, no confidant she can confide in, and only the romantic and affectionate Baoyu makes her secretly promise, but she always suffers from considerations of gain and loss. So she said helplessly, "Where is Xiangshan?" She lamented that "the fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallow nest between beams is ruthless." She lamented that "flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken." Finally, she ended up with a sad ending of "a wisp of fragrant soul dispersed with the wind and stayed up all night".

It is not so much that Lin Daiyu's position in Jiafu and her own cowardice are the causes of the tragedy, but rather that the feudal group headed by Yuan Chun ruthlessly killed the love between Baoyu and Daiyu, and this feudal society has a vicious track of responsibility. If A Dream of Red Mansions is really a description of Cao Xueqin's personal experience, then I can feel the pain of a man losing his beloved. The fire of hell is burning around me, which is terrible and makes my mind stagnate. This is not painful pain, but painful love. When Cao Gong, who had shed all his blood and tears, turned to face that unbearable history, how could he not sigh "full of absurd words and bitter tears"! !