Chapter 65 (2) Poetry on New Year's Eve

After Baoxiang and Baoxiang arrived in the capital, they still stayed in Feng's house for a few days, and they wanted to resign.Feng Ziying stayed bitterly and said, "I rent a small house with you to help with the wedding ceremony. Wouldn't it be convenient to live there? Why do we need to stay away?" Baoxiang didn't want to stay in the city for a long time.Later it was Wei Ruolan who said: "Brother Ziying certainly has good intentions, but Yidi thinks about it, seeing and hearing in the city is messy, and it is easy to cause trouble. It is better to be quiet and comfortable in the suburbs far away." Feng Ziying felt reasonable and agreed. After that, he was busy packing some things for the two of them, so that they could find a secluded place to settle down in the suburbs.

From then on, Baoxiang and his wife lived in a village.Because of the difference between men and women, Xiangyun had to be temporarily settled in a small nunnery nearby. At this time, the depths of winter were approaching, and the two of them were spending their time here.Seeing that the twelfth lunar month is approaching, friends in the city come to visit and give some New Year's gifts, including food.Seeing the situation of the two of them, all the friends persuaded them politely: "You brothers and sisters have gone through adversity, and you meet again. You are still alone. It is not a long-term solution. It is better to cooperate with each other. Don't miss this strange relationship. It is also fate, not not Manpower——Just in Lamo, your brother and sister have a wedding and live together, so that you can take care of each other.

Seeing such kindness and virtue, the two of Baoxiang had nothing to say, and followed the arrangement of their friends.Baoyu said that all secular etiquette and scenes should be kept simple, without exaggeration, colorful and colorful, as long as there is an elegant and unique matchmaker as a witness, that would be fine.Feng Ziying said: "Yes, someone gave me a pot of red plums yesterday, which is really a reward, so I sent the plum blossoms here, he is a great matchmaker." Everyone clapped their hands and laughed: "Wonderful! Isn't Mei the matchmaker? Interesting and interesting!"

In a blink of an eye, it is approaching New Year's Eve.The neighbors in that cottage were very poor, they had nothing they should have during the New Year, they were indifferent, Baoxiang was very impressed, so he divided the New Year's gift from the friends in the city into more than ten shares, and gave them to the neighbors.He left nothing behind. Today, I was packing up some things for the New Year, when there was a knock on the door, I went out to take a look, but it was Jia Yun and Xiaohong who came, saying that Uncle Feng asked them to send a pot of red plum blossoms to Uncle Bao. New Year's Day.Jia Yun said again: "I also brought you a pot of single-petal narcissus, Jinzhan Yintai, which I know is Uncle Bao's favorite. Uncle Feng said that he has delivered all the things for the New Year, so don't call me No more trouble, who would have come to see that you have nothing here!" He sighed and regretted not bringing any more food.

But Baoxiang and his wife were very happy and said: "You have sent good flowers, which is more important than any food. This year will not be in vain!" The four of them talked endlessly, and it was very late before they bid farewell. On New Year's Eve, when the two of them watched the New Year's Eve, there were only three things displayed in the house: a pot of plum blossoms, a red candle, and an old copper stove.There is also a pair of pens and inkstones on the case. Xiangyun said: "Let's have an interesting New Year tonight and perform a good ceremony." Baoyu smiled and said: "Of course, you are right. But I like the red couplets very much, but I can't be vulgar." It's a gift." Xiangyun laughed and said, "You just write a copy, there is a red paper sent from the city, -- don't write those clichés of 'the emperor's grace is magnificent, and Wenzhi's sun is shining', you write it yourself Write one copy." Baoyu laughed and said, "What's so difficult about it, you have as many copies as you want. Let's write it and paste it up."

As he said, Xiangyun spread the paper and rubbed the ink, and Baoyu said: "The ink in the cold weather can't be opened. If you mix it with a little wine, it will be smooth and shiny again." When it was too thick, Baoyu dipped his pen full, and wrote a couplet in a large book: "When you raise your head, you can feel the greenness of thousands of mountains, and you can still blush after drinking wine." Xiangyun smiled and said: "Although this is also possible, it is just a collection of sentences from the Song Dynasty. It cannot be written by yourself, and you have to write it again!"

Baoyu wrote again: "Crimson wax divides Huilian to be two years old, and the silver lottery is called Zhaosanchun." Xiangyun looked at it happily and said, "That's all. Although it's not very beneficial, it still has some taste. This is pasted on the door. What about this door? Are you still good? - When you were young, what did you say you saw in your dreams? Fantasyland "A pair of couplets, the four characters of true and false are wonderfully made, why don't you also copy that one?" Baoyu laughed and said, "You are the one who can come up with such tricky and weird problems. Who has done this before? You have to think about it—"

I saw him bow his head and meditate for a moment, then suddenly he brushed up his pen and wrote quickly. When Xiangyun read it, he wrote: "Dreams must always wake up and continue their dreams. Poems are as deep as Shi Shi's poems." After Baoyu finished writing, he asked, "Is this possible?" Xiangyun laughed and said, "It's still hard for you. After all, it's not as natural as others' couplets. It's just that people in the market only know how to read the word "wake up". "Star" is always pronounced in a flat voice, so the reading is not smooth."

Baoyu replied: "How can we control those who don't understand! But you can see that in this couplet, 'must', 'continuation' and 'see' and 'note' have their own voices?" When Xiangyun listened and looked again, Fang nodded with a smile and said, "Wonderful! I've convinced you this time. I'll toast you later!" Baoyu was very proud, so she hurriedly made a paste and posted it up.For a while, Xiangyun said again: "The end of the new year is a day for worshiping gods. We don't have a god paper here, so there is a lack of scriptures." Baoyu sighed: "I don't believe in ghosts and gods, and you know it; only adults I like offering god paper and incense candles, but I like it—because there are two sayings: one is that people say that all gods descend tonight, which is the principle of the end of the year and the joy of mankind and heaven. Those who are not great wisdom have no such spiritual experience. Two. It is the big lights and cigarettes on the New Year's Eve, a kind of ambiguous atmosphere, which is the fairyland and poetic realm created by us Chinese. This is a realm that is not found anywhere. Those ordinary people only know that this night is full of wine and food. When enjoying, it is too shallow and tasteless. It is also a deplorable thing."

After Baoyu finished speaking, he said again: "There is no god offering. I will take three other things and offer them up. I will burn candles and burn incense for a sacrifice. This is our gift tonight." Xiangyun saw him take out a tea vessel and an ornament , a roll of characters.When I took a closer look, I couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Second brother, where did you get it?!" Baoyu said: "It was exchanged for Mr. Zhen's fake jade from your noble owner. He gave out silver and displayed many antiques. I didn't want them, but I only took these three pieces."

Xiangyun sighed: "Everyone says you are stupid, you are really stupid. You have collected the money, why are you suffering so much today?" Baoyu laughed and said, "I got 10,000 silver, and I became a big vulgar man with a fat stomach and a full brain. I eat, drink, and have sex. I'm just like your master who bought you to be a maid. It's not you, Hong Fu." Does the girl still have to sneak onto the boat at night? We can’t spend the New Year here together anymore. Why do you blame me for being stupid again?” When Xiangyun heard this, Xuanmei laughed, and said, "You're even more clever at debating nonsense. You mentioned Hongfu again, and I remembered 'Jianghecha'. This is not the sentence that Baoqin's sister chanted red plum blossoms back then. ?” Baoyu woke up suddenly like a dream, and said, "It's amazing! I can still recite—— 'Sparse branches are bright flowers, and the children of spring makeup compete for luxury.There is no snow left in the courtyard and the sill, and there are sunset clouds in the flowing water and empty mountains.The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance of the immortals is in the crimson river.The predecessor must be of the Yaotai species, and there is no doubt about the color difference. 'Look, this sentence is all about you, and it's all about this visit to Nanjing and the clever plan to escape, so I'm not happy at all! " Xiangyun also suddenly realized: "No wonder, what you said is true: Isn't Yu Xue, sister Bao? Luoxia, isn't Zhenxia's old friend? - I want you to think carefully: those three poems about red plums, Ms. Xing's sentences fit Sister Bao's, Wen'er's sentences fit Miss Lin, this song suits me!" Baoyu also suddenly got up and pointed to the scroll of poems and said, "Amazing! Think about it again, the couplet of the Mid-Autumn Festival - invite the bull girl to fight, and wait for the emperor and grandson by the boat. Didn't we already tell the story of our Jinling River? What happened? It’s really amazing, incredible! ——It’s not about ghosts or ghosts, it’s just because people have a sincere heart, they can communicate with others, and the so-called ‘sincerity leads to clarity’ is exactly this principle.” The two sighed in surprise.Xiangyun said again: "Second brother, if you and I have experienced this frontier, if later generations write a book, it will probably be read by some people, right?" Baoyu couldn't help laughing and sighing, and said: " Sister Yun, what you said is a bit silly. If someone writes about us, they will either become beautiful and talented people, privately order and steal alliances, or become flower demons and stone monsters, and demons will appear. Otherwise, they will be unappreciated. Isn’t slander and slander just ruining us?” Xiangyun said: “Why don’t you write it yourself? Tao Yuanming also writes a “Biography of Mr. Wuliu” to show his aspirations? You just write your own things , why not?" Baoyu laughed and said, "What can I compare with those sages and philosophers? Only those who are not ashamed always feel that they are so great and want to be famous forever. I am the most useless and worthless person. Wouldn't it be a joke to write it out?" Yun Hearing sighed: "This is too inferior and self-deprecating. You often say that talent is the most difficult and the most expensive, and the talent of a daughter is even more expensive. It's a pity that it is always 'flowers fall into the water'. Weeping with sorrow—isn’t this one of your great ideas?” Baoyu said with a smile: “It’s called a book just because of this? , I became a big monster! What's the fun?" Xiangyun said: "According to what you said, you have nothing to do with this person?" Baoyu sighed: "I have no knowledge, no achievements, and I am just a waste; but I value the truth, respect spirituality, respect the truth and hate the false. I treat people with sincerity and treat things with sincerity. If you write about me, Just these few words are enough. So even if it is written into a book, I am afraid that no one will read it, or it will misinterpret my true nature. Therefore, it is better not to write." When the two of them were talking, they felt that it was getting colder, and when they looked outside, the ground was already covered with white snow.It was so cold that I had no more thick clothes to add.Xiangyun found ten worn-out felts, surrounded them with Baoyu, and said, "I'm going to boil the wine. It's time to burn incense and light wax to celebrate the New Year. But what should I serve with the wine? You I have given the things to the neighbors." When Baoyu looked at it, he didn't leave any food for himself, but he saw that there was a pile of mutton bones left over from the cooking when his friend came yesterday.Baoyu then said: "Let's eat this soup, but it is very fragrant, and there is a little meat on it, that's enough." Xiangyun had no choice but to clean up according to his words.Baoyu put the green jade bucket, poems, and Linpei on the small case, and said to Xiangyun: "The furnace is the most important thing. I usually only put it on this copper furnace when I have something to worry about. There is nowhere to go to find the real Xuande. It is also an old vessel. It is very heavy and elegant. After a while, the incense will be burned, but unfortunately there is no fruit for the offering." Xiangyun said: "Put the stone you picked up at the foot of Bairi Mountain and put it there. It's not bad to offer a plate." Baoyu laughed happily after hearing this: "After all, you are not as stupid as I am, and you have some reason." Sure enough, I went to set up a plate, and there were all kinds of lei lei, which were more beautiful than fruits. .The two relighted the red candles, lit the incense, bowed down together, and prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that those relatives and friends who had died and scattered would come and feast together. After saluting, Baoyu took off the golden lin and wore it around his waist with Xiangyun, and held up an adornment on his belt to Xiangyun to watch.When Xiangyun looked up, he couldn't help shouting: "It's amazing! How did you get him again?!" Baoyu then told her about how he got Mr. Wei Ruolan by chance that day, and how he met him in Feng's mansion and was gifted by him.He also said: "Today's sacrifice, from the old lady, down to Sister Feng, Miaoyu, Qingwen, Fangguan..., everyone will never forget it. Without Aunt Miao, how could the Mid-Autumn Festival couplets in our garden be kept until the end of the year?" Today? The Green Jade Dou is the object of eternal aspirations. This Lin is even more strange—I suddenly realized: it turns out that sister Lin’s name is taboo Lin Daiyu, isn’t it the hidden meaning of "Lin Daiyu"?" The two sighed for a while. , It's really a lot of things in my chest, I don't know how to say it all. Xiangyun has brought mutton bone soup and poured two cups of wine.When Baoyu looked at it, there was only a plate of pickled vegetables and nothing else, because he smiled and said, "Our dishes this year are also unique and interesting. Don't let this year's eve go wrong. Let's have a drink each to celebrate!" When the two were toasting and drinking, a burst of cold fragrance from the narcissus and red plums hit people's lapel sleeves and rushed into people's noses. Xiangyun poured another cup, respected Baoyu, and said, "please drink this cup. !" Baoyu was puzzled, and asked, "What lonely thing?" Xiangyun said: "Since I have been chanted by sister Qin as the 'Luoxia' in 'Flowing Water and Empty Mountains', why don't you say 'Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together'?" 'Lonely duck?" The two laughed together and drank the cup in one gulp. Xiang Yunzhong got some charcoal for cooking soup and put it in the brazier.The mutton bone soup is hot and fragrant, and there is a sense of denseness in the house.Baoyu surrounded the broken felt, eating pickles and drinking, very happy.Xiangyun said: "It's a pity that there are no poems tonight. Why not write one?" One sentence reminded Baoyu, and he even said, "It is Luoxia after all. I am a lone bird who is happy for a while, but I have no brains. Let's do it." Xiangyun said: "It's boring to make a mess, or how about a couple of sentences?" Baoyu was so happy that he called it wonderful, and said, "You just limit the rhyme."Xiangyun didn't answer, went to the case, took down the poem scroll offered behind the furnace, and smiled at Baoyu: "There is no need to limit the rhyme, but it costs 13 yuan. Wouldn't it be more interesting to fold the original rhyme of the Mid-Autumn Festival couplets?" ?” Baoyu clapped his hands and applauded, and said, "Extremely extreme! Let's do it." The two couple together, while Baoyu writes.It's almost three o'clock, and the article has already been finished.When Xiangyun looked back at it from the beginning, he saw that it was written that it was - respecting the evening at the age of the year, and returning to Zhou Yuan.The sky is full of Chenyuan, and the world is full of laughter.The new nest is the yellow leaf house, and the old list is Jiangyunxuan. Xiangyun said with a smile, "but the character Xuan is just right. It's very natural!" It's also: the sound of firecrackers celebrates together, and the plum blossoms exude joy.Peach charm cuts household couples, Caisheng cuts neighbors. Baoyu said: "Although these two couplets are not very novel, they are the real scene of tonight after all, so that's all. Let's see how the following unfolds, so that we don't stick to the narrative." Xiangyun also said: "That's exactly what I said. "Looking down again, it is: the taste is bitter and the heart is high, and the word is honored by Ruixuan.Jiaotang Ming Xiaoyuan, the famous garden of misty rain. After reciting these two couplets, Xiangyun commented: "The pen is alive enough. Once it is opened, even if it is brought back to the vicinity, I am afraid that the two classics of Lianxuan will be difficult for outsiders to understand-it is too busy to count. But although the pen Take it back, and return to the current reality—let’s see how it can be reversed.” Looking at the following, it is: Le Jiewen is difficult to memorize, and burning lamp sentences can be proclaimed.Jinlu Shen Suxin, Yulou sued Qingxuan. Baoyu laughed and said, "The three rhymes of Xuanxuan and Huan are very rare! But if they can be played freely and tastefully, they can be stored." Xiangyun said, "Yes."It is also read: Niu and Nv Shuangxingkan, Wahuang Yigua Kun.Qi Mei is non-verbal, and his friend is Shikun.If you lose your cup of tea, you will pass on the cup in the air, and if you have no money, you will not close your door.The true love is easy to thick, and the matter is far away and hard to hate.The fragrance of the floating water remains, and the tears and ink marks are moistened.Lying Xiang Zeng pillow peony, floating brew Zhenghe. When Xiangyun saw this, he couldn't help laughing and sighing again: tears came to his eyes.Baoyu said: "I'm afraid that no one can understand the rhyme. No one knows about the wine we made from the Albizia juliensis back then."The heart is poisoned by snakes and scorpions, and the meat is eaten by tigers.The waves of the river are in a hurry, and the wind and dust are rushing. Xiangyun said: "What happened that night in Jinling. The word "Ben" is very apt,—it's not just me, is it? "Flowers fall into the water and flow red" is exactly what you often lament. Even if you offer green jade Dou, that Miao girl is still struggling in the wind and dust somewhere!" Baoyu was sad and speechless.After a long while, the two looked down again: Caisi's son and daughter, benevolent forgiveness to the grandson.Lingxiu has fascinated the past and present, and the heroes have survived.The clock is about to move in spring, and the candle will be faint when the wax comes.The big oath is turned into ashes, and the soul of the stone is broken with deep sorrow. When Xiangyun saw the word "soul", he immediately remembered the past of the Crane Shadow in the Cold Pond and the Soul of the Lengyue Flower in that year, so he covered the paper and said, "You can't add any more here, and keep the following ones. Yun, or another Miaogu comes out to complete the sequel, that will not forget her, and live up to her sincere kindness back then." Baoyu praised it very much and was justified, so he stopped going down the line. Looking up, it was still the plum blossom and the narcissus Qingfen, which made the shabby house like a Yaotai; but the red candle was only half an inch left.