Chapter 67 Cao Xueqin Seven

Even if there is some space for Suo Yin, it should not be pursued indiscriminately.There is only one in China. If it is used for entertainment, spoofing, and making a few bad money, it is really—nothing to say. Let's accumulate virtue, and the concubines will make the sages smile in Jiuquan. Cao Xueqin may have stayed in the Zongxue in Beijing for two or three years.The reason for leaving Zongxue is unknown.Brewing.In the courtyard, under the jujube tree, the thin figure of the writer wanders every day. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?" The small courtyard was windy last night, and the floor was covered with red.Looking back on the past can only be sad, and it is difficult to look at the scene... But the past involved him, attacked him, drowned him, and urged him to use a cheap brush.

The personnel harvest in Zongxue is the two brothers Dun Cheng and Dun Min.One sincerity and one sensitivity, together are sincerity, integrity, sensitivity and agility.Later there was another Zhang Yiquan.They have all contributed to their writing and to the writer's livelihood. Zhiyanzhai.She and Xueqin met each other, and then became acquainted with each other, when it was earlier. , the commenter concealed her identity and face, but she couldn't stop her from showing various emotions in the comments.Many past events, she explained that she and Cao Xueqin experienced it together, which makes people guess.Perhaps the Cao family is not defeated, and the two have known each other.The tone of her speech was exactly like that of Lin Daiyu, with the intensity of Qingwen's mandarin ducks.Whenever there is a place in the book that scolds the country's thieves, rich ghosts and rotten scholars, she will always comment on it: scold to death; write to kill; scold to the fullest...

Zhiyanzhai must have added a lot of color to Cao Xueqin's Dream of the Red Chamber, which is difficult for us to estimate.She said at every turn: Yu Yuqin has indeed experienced it. The female face of Zhiyanzhai has been blinded by scholars including Hu Shi, a master of textual research.It can be seen that she is willing to be an anonymous hero.She didn't show up, and she didn't intend to imitate the famous novel critics Jin Shengtan and Li Zhuowu at the time.However, careful red scholars found her out. There is a passage in the twenty-sixth chapter of the commentary: "...Returning to compare Yu to a confidant such as a hairpin and frown, how lucky is Yu! Smile."

Cao Xueqin compared her to Baochai and Daiyu, and she felt very honored.Reflection refers to the words of the two people's daily life.With her ice-snow and smart girl, how could Cao Xueqin compliment her casually, if not for her outstanding talent and appearance, how could she compare to Fuchaidai?Thinking back, He Xing, means that she thought about Xueqin's words several times, her face was warm and her heart was beating, and she weighed its meaning and weight.So "smile", does her smile look like Baochai or Daiyu?Maybe more like Shi Xiangyun who is bright, charming, and always has a few comments on everything.

Baoyu used the lines to tease Lin Daiyu, and Daiyu was annoyed.Eryu bickered so sweetly, Zhi Yanzhai couldn't help himself, and inserted a four-character comment: "I'm also annoyed." She looks charming and coquettish. Regarding the title of the book, Cao Xueqin wrote in his own handwriting: "I will copy it and then comment on it at Zhiyanzhai, and I will still use it." She even decides the title of the book. In the thirteenth chapter, Xueqin's original manuscript had "Qin Keqing's obscene mourning in Tianxiang Tower", which Zhi Yanzhai thought was inappropriate and indecent.She wrote: "Because I ordered Qinxi to delete the section on Tianxianglou, it was four or five pages less." It seems that she usually calls Xueqin Qinxi, even if it is not a pet name, it is also a nickname.Water is a feminine thing, and a clear and lively stream surrounds the celery garden... It's amazing that she can "life the celery stream" and give advice to great writers!

Judging from Zhi Yanzhai's experience and self-cultivation, she, like Xueqin, has a rich family background.She gives herself in the way she hides herself.I wonder if there is a Zhiyanzhai carved in white marble next to the statue of Cao Xueqin today? Cao Xueqin's study room is called Mourning Hongxuan, and Zhiyan is a homonym for Yan, and Mourning Hong means Yan, which fits the theme of the novel "A Thousand Reds Cry and Ten Thousand Yans Are Sad".The premise of Mourning Red refers to the beauty. The flowers in the Grand View Garden have different colors, fragrances, and flowering periods, but they belong to "a thousand reds and one cave".Refers to Yanzhai, Mourning Hongxuan, maybe this is not just a coincidence?Cao Xueqin is very good at taking care of the pulse, and Zhi Yanzhai has cooperated with him for a long time, so it is natural to be affected.Talk and prepare, and smile.

The two or three years of right-wing Zongxue and the ten years of Xishan Xiaocun are the whole process of writing, which is a good time for Cao Xueqin on paper.The painting "Xueqin Returning to the Village" published in the first issue of "A Dream of Red Mansions" in 1980 is very atmospheric and reveals the author's inner turmoil.Xueqin should return to the village before the age of thirty.Return, take the meaning of home.In a depressed village, there is a magnificent palace on paper. The paper is the back of the old imperial calendar. Dun Min has a poem "Gift to Cao Xueqin": clear water, green mountains, winding paths and slanting paths, Xueluomen Lane full of haze.Look for poets to stay in the monk's house, and sell paintings to pay the restaurant.Yanshi sings and cries and meets sorrow, Qinhuai loves and moons recalls prosperity...

Yuanming’s South Village, Su Shi’s East Slope, Du Fu’s Thatched Cottage, Cao Xueqin’s Xishan Village... Great achievements of the spirit seem to be accompanied by rich mountains and rivers.It is difficult to write a splendid chapter with carved beams and painted buildings. Dun Cheng and Dun Min often came to visit Xueqin, and once they ran away and left a poem: Yepu is frozen and the clouds are deep, and Chaifei's evening smoke is thin.There are no people in the mountain village, and the setting sun is about to fall. The winter in Beijing two hundred years ago was so cold that even the sun was cold.Where did Xueqin go?Does he have alcohol?Do you wear thin clothes when you go out?is it cold at nightIs the hand holding the pen full of chilblains?

The melancholy of the Dun brothers brought tears to the eyes of many descendants. When the three met and drank village wine, Duncheng left us a very precious song: The whole diameter is full of basil and old people, and the whole family often eats porridge and wine on credit.The alleys of Hengmen worry about the rain today, Abandoned halls, decadent buildings, dreams of old homes.Si Ye Qingqian keeps the guests drunk, and the infantry rolls their eyes to them. The one who buys pork liver food, looks at Xishan every day and eats at dusk. It is a luxury for Cao Xueqin to drink with pork liver, and usually the whole family eats porridge, suffering from cold and hunger.The small taverns in the village and the city always had Xueqin's wine bill, and either the Dun brothers paid for him, or Zhang Yiquan or Zhi Yanzhai paid for him.Old debts have not been settled and new debts have been added... The dude young and poor children want to laugh, Xueqin "raised her eyebrows" (Zhi Yanzhai language), turned into a Ruan infantry, and squinted her eyes.

Once, Duncheng quietly left thirty taels of silver. When Fang Qing found out, he chased out the door, and Duncheng's figure was already in the sky.The Dun Brothers were also struggling, and this was the largest endowment.For this reason, Fang Qing wiped away tears for several days.Xueqin regarded it as normal. Once the mountain village stayed for seven or eight years, the palace on paper began to take shape.Home is getting poorer and poorer. Come and drive me away, I don't know why.Walk to Sri, knock on the door and speak poorly... Is Xueqin like Yuanming, begging in Xishan Village?

A great writer, not warm enough to wear, not enough to eat.At that time, it was seafood and mountain delicacies like radish side dishes. Writing consumes physical strength and energy, which is better than doing physical work.Cao Xueqin was so tired that she lay down and wanted to eat something but the pots and pans were deserted.Hungry and panicked, I scooped up a ladle of cold water and gulped it down.This is Xueqin's habitual action.The door is closing.Outside the door is Fang Qing and her beloved son Fang Er.Fang'er passed on incense to Cao's family, and every time Zhiyanzhai came, he would buy things for Fang'er.Fang'er is young and may not reach the total angle. Broken windows are carved windows every year: Daiyu Baochai Xiangyun, Xiren Qingwen mandarin ducks... one side goes and the other comes again.The three primary colors of Dream of the Red Chamber give birth to a variety of purples and reds. Zhiyan Zhai came more frequently, sometimes staying for ten and a half months.She and Fangqing are like sisters.The beauties double protect the jade, and both surround the celery garden. The sun shines on the warm home, and at night a lamp shines on Cao Xueqin Zhiyanzhai.A man's chilblain hands, a woman's sore hands.The two pens are in love with each other, recalling the past years together. Xueqin has a round face, like Baoyu.Zhi Yanzhai's face and body resemble Lin Daiyu's. Over the years, even the way he talks and the way he walks are very similar.However, Fang Qing said that her hearty laughter was just like Shi Xiangyun. Cao Xueqin knowingly asked: Is that so? Qingyan went to see Zhiyanzhai, but she carried the peach blossom noodles on her back, and went to find Fanger to play. Cao Xueqin sells paintings and kites made by himself.He wrote monographs on kites, weaving, printing and dyeing, bamboo, carving, quarrying and other folk crafts, which were included in "Wuyizhai Preserved Manuscripts", which were lost together with the manuscripts after eighty chapters, and only a pair of bookcases remained. It's hard to make ends meet.It has been a long time since Zhi Yanzhai sent her last golden hairpin and silver jewelry to the pawnshop.She doesn't knock on the rich door, but walks through the chai door alone.She categorically rejects all kinds of dirty hands, and is always attached to the chilblain hand that is red and swollen for half a year. Secretly, behind her back, she shed tears for Qinxi. She transcribed the drafts from the old imperial calendar onto the manuscript paper, her pen is elegant, her mouth full of fragrance, and every stroke is full of love. She yelled "Qinxi" one after another.The homophony of the two characters is so comfortable.Also called Qin, it's really a nickname... In 1763 AD, Fang Er died suddenly, possibly from pox.The Cao family cut off their only great-great-grandson for a hundred years. On February 1, 1764, the New Year's Eve of the Kuiwei Year in the lunar calendar, amidst the sound of festive firecrackers, Cao Xueqin passed away.Some commentators believe that it is related to the epidemic of pox. Zhi Yanzhai sorted out Xueqin's posthumous manuscripts, and began to write two lines of poems: Every word seems to be full of blood, ten years of hard work is unusual. She went on to write: This is the first title poem.Only those who can understand it will have tears of sadness, and this book will be written in tears.On Renwu New Year's Eve, before the book was completed, Qin died of tears.Every time I look for Qinggeng Peak, I ask Brother Shi again, why don't I meet a monk with a scarlet head?Desperate!From now on, I only hope that good fortune will regenerate one fat and one celery. It is a blessing for the book, and the two of them will soon be happy in Jiuquan.Jiashen August tears pen. In the process of Zhiyanzhai sorting out Xueqin's manuscripts, there was another "I haven't finished reading five things, and I couldn't help crying!" She didn't have Xueqin's handwriting, and watched those five things incomplete.Knowing the value of the manuscript, she burst into tears.She is most qualified to complete the remaining manuscript, but not to continue a word.Zhi Yanzhai is really awe-inspiring: for the top art, she knows how to be pious, and she can't do stupid things like gossip. The brothers of the Dun family hold Xueqin: Xiao Ran is too skinny at forty, and Xiaofeng was blowing the Ming flag yesterday.The intestines return to the old orphans and weep, and the tears burst into the voice of the widow in the wasteland.Niu Gui's legacy mourns Li He, and Liu Ling is buried in a deer cart and lotus... When did Cao Xueqin become Cao Xueqin? It should be after the age of thirty.He didn't write the Red Chamber after he became Cao Xueqin, on the contrary, he evolved into Cao Xueqin during the long writing process.And until his death, he was still changing.From medium-length novels to long-form novels, to huge novels, to endless writing.Feelings, thoughts, characters, like a trickle, flow into the pen and form rivers and lakes. The same is true of "Remembrance of Time Gone".A piece of Petite Marante leads to more snacks, awakening countless life scenes.Proust never published this 2 million-word masterpiece during his lifetime.For him, time is enough to reproduce.Life on paper is fine. What makes Cao Xueqin different from Proust is the "objective reason" that he did not write behind closed doors.He is in good health, has many skills, and has friends to help him, but he does not make any plans for his livelihood. He resolutely rushes to Caimen despite the world's white eyes and flying snow.Turning our backs to the world for ten years and winning a wider world.The black hole of time that Cao Xueqin faced was bigger than Proust's black hole. Cao Xueqin is not only good at learning, like Jia Baoyu, "acquires miscellaneous knowledge, but never forgets with a photographic memory." What makes him infinitely admired is his ability to feel life.Life in more than a dozen classes, hundreds of life scenes, he has a rich feeling that ordinary people can't imagine.Yes, it's the feeling first.All creative thought that takes shape must flow back to feeling.The day-to-day life of a writer on paper is just a channel for backflow, with branches and veins. The writer's early life lurks beneath the layers of consciousness.The act of writing is mobilization, activation, sorting out, and reconstruction. In fact, the so-called time of reappearance is the time of reconstruction. The writer plunges headlong into the black hole of time and creates his own.Who among us is not under the strong traction? Winning the past is easier said than done.Individuals are like this, and nations and countries also know this.The ephemeral ones in the long river of history have their own short and long sense of history, and infinite differences arise from this.The so-called "thinking of returning to action" of the great Western philosophers is not only facing the past, but also facing the future.