The Red Chamber: Starting from Saving Xue Baochai

Chapter 16: Linjiangxian on Taiping Lake

Giving out topics on the spot at a poetry reading can avoid people having to prepare in advance or having to buy poems.

As a result, the requirements for poets are much higher. In addition to literary literacy, inspiration is also very important.

After a brief period of noise, the lake surface soon became quiet and people began to ponder and contemplate. Some people could produce a poem in half an hour, while some could take two or three hours.

Although the lake is crowded with ships and buildings, it is still quiet and peaceful, and with the bright full moon, it has a unique charm.

Baochai looked at the rippling water in the distance, seemingly thinking about something.

"What is Sister Xue thinking about?"

"Nothing."

Shen Yuan looked at the girl's beautiful profile and said softly, "Sister, do you seem to have any insights? Why not tell me about it?"

Baochai was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Can women in this world only be like a boat on the water, drifting with the current?"

Shen Yuan was stunned when he heard this. He thought Baochai had taken Daiyu's script, but he didn't expect that the girl could be so sentimental.

Young girls are often melancholy. Who says Xue Baochai only has a delicate side? Everyone has a colorful personality and cannot be defined by simple labels.

Daiyu's sentimentality is a kind of romantic sentiment, reflecting her sorrow for the passing of time and the passing of years, and her attachment to things.

But Baochai is different. Her sensitivity is about how to strive forward and how to fight for her own destiny.

Shen Yuan held the girl's hand tightly and said softly, "A girl's hand can also hold the oar and control her own direction."

Hearing this, the girl looked up at the gentle boy beside her, smiled sweetly, and felt relieved. At this moment, someone understood her.

"It's windy outside, be careful not to catch a cold, sister."

As Shen Yuan spoke, he was about to take off his outer robe and put it on Baochai.

But the girl shook her head gently, holding his hand, and didn't want to separate.

"Shen Lang, let's go in." Baochai smiled sweetly with dimples on her face, "I just had some thoughts and wanted to write them down!"

After that, the girl took the boy's hand and walked into the room.

"Ying'er, grind the ink."

"Huh? Okay, girl."

The boatman had prepared paper and pen in the room in advance. After Ying'er had ground the ink, Baochai picked up the pen and began to write on the rice paper on the table.

Shen Yuan was a little curious, so he lowered his eyes to watch from the side. When he slowly finished reading what Baochai wrote, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Spring dances in front of the White Jade Hall, the east wind blows evenly. Bees and butterflies swarm around in disorder.

How often have you followed the flowing water? Why must you leave it to the dust?

Ten thousand threads will never change, let them gather and separate as they please. Don't laugh at the fact that youth has no roots.

Good wind, with its power, will carry me up to the sky."

This. Linjiangxian?
Shen Yuan was surprised for a moment, because he had copied this last sentence in his letter to Baochai.

Unexpectedly, this poem was written by Xue Baochai under such circumstances.

One cannot help but sigh that it is fate that this poem is destined to belong to Xue Baochai.

"Great poem! Sister Xue, what's the title of this Linjiangxian?"

Baochai thought for a moment, her eyes flickered, and she wrote down the name, saying slowly, "Liu Xu."

[Linjiangxian·Willow Catkins]!
Shen Yuan: “.”

Fate is indeed a strange thing. Even the title of the poem is the same as the original.

“The girl writes really well!”

Ying'er on the side couldn't help but cheer happily. Although she was illiterate and didn't know the meaning of the lyrics, she felt good just listening to them.

This is not the girl's flattery in order to please her own girl.

Throughout the ages, truly good poems can make people feel a sense of charm. Therefore, although ordinary people do not fully understand the meaning of those masterpieces throughout the ages, it does not prevent the poems of Li Bai and Du Fu from being passed down from mouth to mouth.

"Sister Xue's Linjiangxian is indeed wonderfully written, with a sense of boldness and freedom from worldly matters." Shen Yuan looked at the bright girl and smiled, "It seems to contain lofty ambitions."

Baochai felt a little embarrassed when her lover looked at her, and she said softly, "This last sentence is borrowed from Shen Lang's words."

Shen Yuan smiled, but it was difficult to explain.

"Good wind helps me soar into the blue sky", this was originally a poem written by Baochai, which naturally expresses some of her inner thoughts.

If she were to live in the future, this Sister Xue might combine the roles of a strong woman and a good wife and mother, and be a perfect partner.

"Sister Xue, why don't you sign your name?"

When Baochai heard this, she looked at the lower left corner of the rice paper and was stunned.

In ancient times, people would usually sign their poems, calligraphy and paintings with a pen name, but as Baochai was a girl in the boudoir, she had neither a pen name nor a pen name.

If you write the name directly, it will appear shallow.

Shen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled and said, "How about I think of another nickname for my sister?"

Baochai was curious after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Shen Lang, tell me about it."

"Fairy Hengwu."

Baochai was stunned. This nickname was a good one, but it made the girl feel shy. She said angrily, "How can anyone call herself a fairy?"

"Why not? Just now you said that your sister is not bound by worldly rules, but now she is being restrained again."

After Shen Yuan finished speaking, he took the pen from Baochai's hand and wrote the signature for the girl:
"Hengwu Fairy's poem Linjiangxian was written on the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Year of the Pig on the Taiping Lake in Yingtian."

At three quarters past the hour of Xu, on Taiping Lake, on the three-story tall ship.

At this time, about half an hour had passed since the question was asked.

The surrounding ships approached the tall ship one after another, and soon someone passed the poems he had written up to it via a long bamboo pole.

Soon, someone started reading aloud.

"【Lingbo Xiazan】

The rippling water reflects the clear sky, and the sparkling water reflects the sky. The breeze blows on the water, and the fish jumps over the dragon gate and falls into the rainbow.

——Zhao Lingyun. "

Li Shouzhong shook his head and gestured for the next poem to be recited.

This poem does contain some sloppy words and can barely be considered a doggerel.

All the meaning is expressed literally, without any rhyme or meaning.

Soon, it will be the next song.

"[Panshui]

Thinking of the joy of Panshui, I picked a few celery leaves. The king and the princes stopped and talked about watching their flags.

Their flags fluttered, and the phoenixes cried. No matter how small or big, they followed you in your march.

I think of the water of Pan, and I pick its algae. The generals and ministers are at loggerheads, and their horses are in a hurry.

Their horses are jogging, their voices are clear, their faces are full of smiles, and they are not angry at their teachings.

——Wu Xianzhong. "

After hearing this, Li Shouzhong chewed his words for a while, then stroked his beard and nodded, indicating that he could stay for comments.

When the people on the other ships heard this, they began to talk about it.

"This poem is very good, it is an ancient poem, and has a style similar to that of the pre-Qin period."

"As expected, he is Wu Xianzhong, one of the four great talents of Jinling."

"Nowadays, few people use the pre-Qin poetic style, which shows that their literary foundation is profound and far beyond our reach."

Just as everyone was praising the poem, two slender young men with red lips and white teeth were standing by the railing on a two-story boat not far from the tall ship.

"This poem is so flowery and doesn't feel good at all, don't you think, Xiangyun?" The person who spoke was Jiang Qiuer, who was dressed in men's clothes.

The girl couldn't stay at home, so she ran to Taiping Lake to admire the moon.

The younger boy next to her was her close friend Shi Xiangyun, who was also dressed in men's clothes at the time.

Shi Xiangyun was staying at her uncle Shi Ding's house at the time. As both were from official families, it was not surprising that she and Jiang Qiu'er knew each other. Xiangyun nodded, agreeing with her friend's words, and said casually, "That's right, he piled up words, like he was showing off his knowledge, and there was no emotion at all."

Shen Yuan's boat was not far from the tall ship, and he could hear the poems clearly, but he had some questions.

"These poems seem to have nothing to do with Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"In the past, there was a requirement that the poems must not only fit the theme, but also be related to the Mid-Autumn Festival." Baochai explained, "Later, Mr. Li felt that this was too restrictive and it was difficult to produce good works. So starting last year, he no longer required the poems to fit the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as long as they were on the theme."

Indeed, if there are too many restrictions when composing poetry on the spot, it will be difficult to produce good works.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a quarrel outside the room.

"Ying'er, go out and take a look." Baochai ordered.

Ying'er responded and left the room, coming to the terrace, where she saw the boatman arguing with people on another boat.

"Boatman, what happened?"

"Miss Ying'er, there are a lot of ships on the lake now, causing congestion. The boat behind us asked us to give way."

Upon hearing this, Ying'er looked around and found that her boat was very close to the tall ship, and there were other boats on the left and right. It was unreasonable for the boats behind to ask them to give way.

The girl also got angry and said in a coquettish voice: "Don't pay attention to them, if they have the ability, they can fly over by themselves."

This was heard by the other party, and a servant on the other side said, "I didn't see you handing over the poem. If you just want to watch the fun, then stay away and don't block our Master Feng from handing over the poem."

"Whether it's Master Feng or Master Yu, you have to be reasonable. We were here first."

"Hey, where did this wild girl come from? Even Master Feng doesn't know her, huh..."

The servant was about to scold him, but was stopped by a young man in fancy clothes who raised his hand.

This person is Feng Qian, one of the four great talents of Jinling, whose courtesy name is Shuming.

Feng Shuming looked at Ying'er from a distance of two meters across the boat. Seeing that Ying'er was quite pretty, he smiled and said, "I am Feng Shuming. I was a bit rude just now. I hope you can forgive me, young lady."

Ying'er didn't know this person, so she simply responded and turned back to her room.

The other servant knew his son's romantic habits, so he chimed in: "My son Feng is one of the four great talents in Jinling. Many girls want to see him but can't."

But Ying'er ignored her and said in a coquettish voice, "It also depends on first come first served."

The girl was not stupid. How could she not see the greed in Feng Shuming's eyes?

Feng Shuming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his face turned cold, and he glanced at the servant beside him.

Seeing this, the servant deliberately raised his voice and shouted, "You can't write a poem yourself, but you still prevent my Master Feng from delivering the poem. How unreasonable!"

This loud voice immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding ships, and they all looked towards them. Even Li Shouzhong and others on the tall ship were startled and cast their eyes in this direction.

Many people did not know the reason and thought that it was Shen Yuan and his boat that deliberately blocked Feng Shuming from handing over the poem, and some people began to criticize him.

"How can this be possible? The onlookers have squeezed in front of the protagonist."

"That's right! Make way quickly and don't delay Master Feng from delivering the poem."

"I wonder what kind of masterpiece Master Feng will come up with today?"

"Mr. Feng won the second place in the Louchuan Poetry Contest last year, so I'm sure he won't be far behind this year either."

"Everyone is anxious to read Master Feng's poems. The boat in front, please make way."

The onlookers, one after another, directed their criticisms at Shen Yuan and the others. These people did not care about the facts and only believed what they thought.

In their view, the words of the Four Talents of Jinling were more credible than those of a little girl. Feng Shuming saw this clearly, so he made a big deal out of the matter and embarrassed the ungrateful girl.

Although the writers did not use foul language, they still "criticized" Ying'er. She was drowned in the public opinion and felt so aggrieved that she almost cried.

"Ying'er."

At this time, Shen Yuan's voice came from the room.

When Ying'er heard the familiar voice, she regained her composure, held back the tears in her eyes, and went into the room.

When people outside saw this, the voices of accusation became louder and louder.

Soon, Ying'er walked out of the room with a piece of rice paper in her hand.

The girl stood on the terrace, holding the paper high in her hand. She was full of confidence, and she raised her voice and said coquettishly, "We were the first to hand over the poem. Why should we give way?"

When everyone heard this, the voices of accusation stopped abruptly. They looked at the rice paper in Ying'er's hand, and then looked at Feng Shuming.

The minds of the spectators finally started to think.

Feng Shuming was stared at with suspicion by everyone, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the person in front of him would actually take out a poem.

Seeing this, the servant next to him was thinking quickly, with a cunning look in his eyes, and he said loudly: "They just put together a song temporarily to deal with everyone!"

This is a very cunning statement. No one can prove that Shen Yuan and others put it together at the last minute, but the level of ordinary people's poems must be average.

As soon as it is read out to everyone, it sounds like a doggerel and most people will believe that it was made up on the spot.

The inclinations in the minds of the onlookers began to reverse again. These people lacked thinking and were easily led by others.

But at this moment, Ying'er was not panicked at all. Didn't she know whether this poem was good or not?

Without paying any attention to those fence-sitters, she asked the boatman to move closer to the tall boat, and then passed the rice paper in her hand to him using a bamboo clip.

Soon, a loud and resonant voice sounded under the attention of everyone.

"【Linjiangxian·Willow Catkins】

Spring dances in front of the White Jade Hall, the east wind blows evenly, bees and butterflies swarm around.

How often have you followed the flowing water? Why must you leave it to the dust?

Ten thousand threads will never change, let them gather and separate as they please. Don't laugh at the fact that youth has no roots.

The good wind carries me to the blue clouds with its power.

——Fairy Hengwu."

The sound of reading stopped, as if by magic, it attracted everyone's attention.

For a moment, the entire Taiping Lake was silent.

Li Shouzhong's hand, which was stroking the teacup, could not help but tremble. Then his eyes brightened, and the words just now echoed in his mind, with a surge of emotion in his chest.

The other Confucian teachers also had strange expressions and looked shocked.

In a certain boat, Jiang Qiuer and Shi Xiangyun were also filled with emotions, and there seemed to be a resonating sound echoing in their heads.

The other onlookers were all stunned. Who dared to say that this was a doggerel poem? Who could say that this was improvised? Try to write one like this.
Feng Shuming and his servant looked pale and flustered, not knowing how to smooth things over.
Everyone was shocked, not only by the powerful meaning of this poem, but also by the signature of this poem, "Hengwu Fairy".
This is clearly some woman's nickname, right?

woman?

At a time when people advocate that a woman’s virtue lies in her lack of talent, are there really such extraordinary women here?
What everyone feels is free and easy, sassy, ​​unconstrained by worldly matters, and contains lofty ambitions.
Could this be a woman?

While everyone was stunned, Ying'er smiled proudly and spoke in a clear voice, like the chirping of an oriole.

"Here is another one, written by my son."

After saying that, he handed over another piece of rice paper using the bamboo clips.

The person on the tall ship took it, glanced at it, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Another Linjiangxian song!

Facing everyone's curious gaze, his loud and clear voice rang out again.
"【Linjiangxian·The Yangtze River Flows Eastward】

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman on the river Nagisa is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. "

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