Spoilers for The Red Mansion, Daiyu’s mentality is broken

Chapter 17 Reverse Elegy

Shi Xiangyun said angrily: "Bad brother, bad brother, you are the bad brother. People come to invite you to join the poetry club with good intentions, but you make up their shortcomings."

Jia Huan laughed and said: "Ouch, I'm just kidding you, sister Yun is really annoyed, isn't it? Come on, brother, why don't you stay here with sister Yun!"

Shi Xiangyun turned his anger into joy and said: "Hmph, I'm not that stingy! Bad brother, we are all here, why don't we touch you without asking?"

Jia Huan said seriously: "Okay, I just made a little joke, and you called me bad brother. If I dare not go, I don't know what you will call me? I have a fierce girl at home, how dare I not? go?"

Next to her, looking at the two people talking and laughing, Daiyu felt faintly uncomfortable.

Shi Xiangyun didn't notice anything, so he bent down and made a gesture of invitation and said: "Great poet, please."

Jia Huan nodded and said, "Well, fierce girl will lead the way."

Shi Xiangyun laughed and led the way as expected.

At this time, the gloomy sky changed again. There were actually sparse snowflakes in the sky, which seemed to be falling continuously.

Jia Baoyu said happily: "It's snowing, which makes it even more poetic. Even God is helping us."

The girls were also overjoyed.

Only Jia Huan was still reciting Shangshu silently.

Not long after, the group came to Tanchun's yard and entered the east wing together.

After the group sat down, Jia Baoyu said excitedly: "Now that the great poet is here, and everyone is here, let's discuss what topic to write today and what rhyme to use."

Tan Chun couldn't help but said: "Today the plum blossoms are about to bloom, and it's going to snow again. What I mean is that there is no fixed title, no limit to the rhyme. It can be about plum blossoms or snow."

"I have been careful. I invited Brother Huan here today, and I must ask him to write a poem that is not weaker than Partridge Sky and Osmanthus Flower."

"If the rhyme and rhyme of the title are restricted, I'm afraid it will be difficult to write a good poem."

Xue Baochai then said: "My thoughts are the same as those of the third sister. Why limit good poems and words because of rhyme?"

Only Jia Baoyu looked very resentful, and he couldn't help but said: "That's not what you said before."

As soon as they spoke, all the girls laughed.

At this time, Li Wan, as the referee, said: "Okay, since you have set the rules, follow them."

"I will light a stick of incense next. If the incense burns out without completing the task, you will be punished."

After that, Li Wan ordered his maid to place a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones in front of several people.

Li Wan lit a stick of incense with his own hands.

After a while, Lin Daiyu picked up the pen and wrote it in one go without adding any extra points. After finishing the writing, she handed it directly to Li Wan.

When Li Wanzhan took a look, he found that Lin Daiyu wrote:
The peach is not fragrant, the apricot is not red, and the cold has already laughed at the east wind.

Soul flying Yuling spring is difficult to distinguish, Xia separated Luofu dream is not clear.

The green calyx adds makeup and melts the torch, and the goddess helps the drunk to cross the residual rainbow.

It seems that it is not an ordinary color, the shade is determined by his ice and snow.

Shi Xiangyun followed closely and handed in a poem.

When Li Wan looked at it, he saw that Shi Xiangyun wrote:
The branches are sparse, the flowers are bright, and the children of spring make-up are extravagant.

There is no snow left in the winding threshold of the leisure hall, and there are sunset clouds in the flowing water and empty mountains.

You dream is cold with the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of wandering immortals floods the river.

The predecessor is determined to be a Yaotai species, and there is no doubt about the complex phase.

Not long after, Xue Baochai also wrote a poem and gave it to Li Wan.

When Li Wan read it, he found that Xue Baochai wrote:
Bai Mei is lazy and gives red plum, and Cheng Yan first welcomes drunken eyes.

The marks on the frozen face are all covered with blood, and the sad heart without hatred is turned into ashes.

Accidentally swallowed the elixir to move the real bone, and stole the old fetus from Yaochi.

Jiangbei Jiangnan spring is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts.

After these three people, Yingchun, Tanchun and Baoyu were still thinking hard, but they had not yet written.As for Xichun, he was not among them, he was just playing with the others.

Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai and Shi Xiangyun all looked at Jia Huan intently.

They all wanted to see what amazing poems Brother Huan would write today.

When the stick of incense was about to burn out, Jia Huan finally picked up the pen.

The eyes of the three women suddenly brightened up, full of expectation.

After a while, Jia Huan wrote it in one stroke, but it seemed to only have four sentences, as if he had written a quatrain.

Just as Jia Huan was about to hand the poem to Li Wan, Shi Xiangyun snatched it away.

She couldn't help but said: "Let me see it first. I want to see what kind of amazing poems the bad brother can write."

At this time, Jia Baoyu, Yingchun and Tanchun simply stopped writing and all gathered around.

When everyone looked at it, they found that the first sentence was: Jiang Shangyi general.

Seeing this sentence, the faces of the girls couldn't help but show confusion.

This sentence seems to be nothing clever.

But in poetry, you can’t just look at the first sentence, the following must be good.

Then they saw that the second sentence was about the black hole in the well.

That's it?

These two words could not help but appear in the minds of the girls.

However, there have been wonderful reverse elegy poems in all dynasties.

The so-called reverse elegy means that the first three sentences are written mediocrely, but the last sentence turns the tide and sublimates the artistic conception of the poem.

This type of reverse elegy cannot be done except by those with great literary talent.

For example, which song is the most widely circulated? One piece, two pieces, three four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety pieces.Thousands of countless pieces flew into the reed flowers and disappeared.

When I looked at the third sentence, I found that it was indeed the case: the yellow dog is white on the body.

The first three sentences are really too ordinary, even very poor, at most the level of a limerick.

But they firmly believe that Brother Huan will be able to come back.

They didn't even rush to read the fourth sentence, but thought about it in their hearts first.

If it were written by them, how should the fourth sentence be reversed?
However, after thinking for a long time, there was no idea.

They finally couldn't help but look at the fourth sentence: The white dog's body is swollen.

There is an abstraction on the river and a dark hole on the well.Yellow dogs have white bodies, while white dogs have swollen bodies.

Where is the inversion in this poem?

After a while, the girls finally realized that this was just a limerick. Where could there be any reversal?

Brother Huan actually made a fool of all of them.

Shi Xiangyun was so angry that she couldn't help but said: "Bad brother, how could you do this?"

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes at Jia Huan and said, "Brother Huan is also a narrow-minded person, and he only uses this kind of poetry to coax us."

Xue Baochai smiled and said: "Brother Huan's poem is quite interesting if you think about it carefully. It's just not worthy of Brother Huan's talent."

Jia Baoyu said angrily: "Huan Laosan, this poem cannot be counted, and you must be punished. Sister-in-law, you are the one to judge."

Li Wan smiled and said: "Needless to say, I am the most fair referee. Penalty rings are inevitable."

"What do you say to the three of you who turned in nothing?"

Jia Baoyu, Yingchun and Tanchun all forgot about burning incense and writing poems in order to read the poems written by Jia Huan.

By now, the stick of incense has long been burned out.

(End of this chapter)