Time flies like water.
-Recalling Daiyu's "I" and the poet Daiyu.
Text/Ma Jing
In a trance, I have gone far from the deserted Xiaoxiang Pavilion, but the scene of leaning against the window and chanting "Autumn Window Storm" has been lingering in my mind for a long time. ...
"Autumn flowers are light and autumn grass is yellow, and autumn lights are long and autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the window in autumn is endless, so it is as cool as rain and autumn! "
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I don't know when I first met Daiyu. A young lady told me: "She is beautiful but small-minded, and she is not liked at all!" " Is that really the case? So on a long summer day, I pushed open the heavy door of the Grand View Garden.
I was also sentimental about Yi 'an laity. "Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure." Suffering from lovesickness, Su Dongpo was helpless when mourning for his wife. "Even if you meet, don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." Now, I came to this grand view garden, and while pursuing her footprints, I fell in love with Daiyu and her poems unconsciously. People often say that "poetry is like a person", Li Qing's graceful and restrained, and Su Shi's broad-minded and bold are the reflections of their poems. What about Dai Yu's poems?
Listening to Burying Flowers, she lamented, "Who is the slave buried today?" "Don't mourn for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die!" Knowing that my little daughter is dependent on others, when her sensitive and fragile nerves are touched again and again, tears come from sadness and poetry comes from this. There is a sense of destiny in her poems, a feeling that catkins are flying and floating in the sky. "... sigh this life, who will get it? "Regardless, to marry dong, but also endure for a long time! "
Sentimental about their own destiny, but also appreciate each other who is happy with Baoyu. Accompanied her all the way, from Suzhou to the Jia family in Jinling, from the lonely Xiaoxiang Pavilion to the noisy courtyard ... injured and sick all the way, it was a lifetime of happiness. I have never had a real face-to-face conversation with her, but in her poems, we communicate all the time, and two young hearts walk into each other's hearts with their faith in poetry.
"A generation of the whole city chasing waves, Wu Gong empty memory of his son.
The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream. "
This is the evaluation of history. Perhaps in her view, wealth and splendor are all fleeting. It is enough to spend the rest of her life with someone she loves, so she despises fame and fortune. She doesn't care if Baoyu is in Royal High School, but only cares about this "sincerity".
Her beauty is not a stunning appearance, but a true expression of "poetic and pretentious". I know my little sister said something wrong, and I'm glad she met another smart and lovely person.
Someone told me: you are wrong. How can there be a poet named Lin Daiyu? Only Cao Xueqin is a generation of writers. Maybe he's right. She is just a moon in the mirror and a flower in the water, but who can deny the possibility of her existence? I refused the 80th episode of A Dream of Red Mansions: every son in the last 40 episodes of The Red Mansion doesn't like his mediocrity, and I know what she means.
The door closed behind me, and the sisters in the garden had to go separately, just like each other, so did Baoyu ... and I, too, continued my way with my own ideals in this rolling world of mortals, never ending.