Her most famous story is learning poetry from Daiyu (see Xiangling).
Let's talk about Xiangling's meeting with everyone. After dinner, Baochai and others went to grandma's house, and she went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion by herself. By this time, Daiyu had recovered more than half, and she was very happy to see Xiangling coming to live in the garden. Xiangling smiled and said, "I'll be free when I come. At least it's my luck to teach me to write poetry! " Daiyu said with a smile, "If you want to write poetry, you can worship me as a teacher. Although I don't understand, I can probably teach you. " Xiangling said with a smile, "If so, I will worship you as a teacher. You can't be bored. " Daiyu said, "Anything difficult is worth learning! It's just a connection, in which there are two pairs of connections, flat voice to sound, virtual to real, and real to virtual. If there is a strange sentence, it will be true and false. " Xiangling said with a smile, "Strangely, I often find time to read one or two old poems. Some are right and some are wrong, and I heard that'135 doesn't matter, 246 is clear'. Looking at the poems of the ancients, some are very fluent, and some are 246 wrong, and I wonder every day. Now that I have listened to your words, it turns out that these styles and rules are the last things, as long as the words are novel. " Dai-yu said, "That's why it's important to decide what to say. If the meaning is true, even the words don't need to be revised, which is good. This is called' don't hurt your meaning with words'. " Xiangling said with a smile, "I only love Lu Fangweng's poem' A curtain doesn't roll for a long time, but an ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink'. How interesting! " Daiyu said, "Never learn this kind of poem. Because I don't know poetry, I love it when I see it. Once you enter this mode, you will never learn again. Listen to me. If you really want to learn, I have the complete works of Wang Samadhi here. Read one hundred of his five-character laws carefully, then one or two hundred of Lao Du's seven-character laws and one or two hundred of Li Qinglian's seven-character quatrains. I laid a foundation with these three people first, and then I looked at Tao Yuanming, Xie, Ruan, Yu, Bao and others. You are also a very smart person. You won't need a year's work, you won't be a poet! " Xiangling said with a smile, "In that case, good girl, just help me take this book out. It's good for me to take home and read some songs at night. " Hearing this, Daiyu ordered Zijuan to bring Wang Youcheng's five-character poems and give them to Xiangling, and said, "You just watch me pick out all the red circles and read them one by one. Ask your girl if you don't understand, or come to see me, and I'll tell you. " Xiangling took the poem and returned to Wu Hengyuan. She ignored everything and looked at it one by one under the lamp. Baochai urged him to sleep several times, but he didn't sleep. Baochai saw that he was so painstaking that she had to go with him. One day, after washing and dressing, Daiyu saw Xiangling happily send a book and wanted to exchange it for Dulu. Daiyu said with a smile, "How many songs do you remember?" Xiangling smiled and said, "I have seen all the ones selected by the red circle." "Have you tasted anything?" Daiyu asked. Xiangling smiled and said, "I've tasted some, and I don't know if it's true. I'll tell you. " Daiyu said with a smile, "This can only be improved through discussion. Come and listen to me. " Xiangling said with a smile: "In my opinion, the benefits of poetry are unspeakable, but it is vivid if you want to go. It seems unreasonable, but it is reasonable to want to go. " Daiyu said with a smile, "This is a bit interesting, but I wonder where you got it?" Xiangling said with a smile, "I have read his poem Bunker, and the couplet says,' The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. "How straight do you want to smoke? The sun is born round: the word "straight" seems unreasonable, and the word "round" seems too vulgar. When I closed the book and remembered, I seemed to have seen this scene. You said you could find two more words, but you still can't find two words. Then there is' the rivers and lakes are white at sunset and sky blue at high tide': the words' white' and' green' also seem unreasonable. Let me see, these two words can only be used to describe it. It sounds like an olive weighing thousands of pounds in my mouth. "Sunset lingers at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke wafts from the room": the words "Yu" and "Shang" are hard for him to think of! When we came to Beijing that year, we took a boat in the bay that night. There is no one on the shore, only a few trees, and several families are cooking dinner in the distance. The smoke turned out to be blue, and the clouds were straight up. Who knows, I read these two sentences last night, and it seems that I went to that place again. " Just then, Baoyu and Tanchun came and sat down to listen to his poems. Baoyu said with a smile, "In that case, there is no need to read poetry. Not really. After listening to these two sentences, I know that you have samadhi. " Daiyu said with a smile, "You said it was good for him to smoke alone, but you didn't know that he still got it from his predecessors. I give you this sentence, which is lighter and more ready-made. " Then he dug out Tao Yuanming's "Warm and Distant Village, Smoke in the Yi Market" and handed it to Xiangling. Xiangling looked at it, nodded, sighed and smiled: "It turns out that the word' Shang' is derived from the word' Yi Yi'." Baoyu said with a smile, "You are right. You don't need to talk about it. You're getting confused. If only you had done it. " Tanchun said with a smile, "I'll make up Cambodia tomorrow and invite you to join us." Xiangling said with a smile, "Miss, why bother teasing me? I learned to be stubborn only because I was jealous. " Tanchun Daiyu said with a smile, "Who is not stubborn? Are we serious about writing poetry? What if we seriously turn into a poem and walk out of this garden, making people laugh? " Baoyu said, "This is self-destruction. The day before yesterday, I was outside discussing painting with Xianggong. They heard that we started a poetry club and begged me to show them the manuscript. I just wrote a few songs to show them, and everyone didn't really admire them. They all copied it. " Tanchun Daiyu asked quickly, "Is this the truth?" Baoyu said with a smile, "That's Ying Ge lying on that shelf." When Daiyu heard about Tanchun, she said, "You are really fooling around! Let's not say that it is not a poem, it is a poem, and our pen and ink should not be spread outside. " Baoyu said, "What are you afraid of? Don't put pen and ink in the ancient boudoir, no one knows now. " Just then, I saw Xichun send a painter to invite Baoyu, and Baoyu left. Xiangling forced Daiyu to change to Dulu and asked Daiyu to explore the spring: "Give me a question, let me go and correct it for me." Daiyu said, "The bright moon was in the sky last night. I was about to write a song, but it didn't work. You wrote a book. The rhyme of fourteen cold depends on which words you use. " Xiangling happily took the poem back after listening to it. She struggled to write two poems at a time, but could not bear to part with Du Fu's poems and read two more. So careless and restless. Baochai said, "Why bother yourself? It's your fault. I want to settle accounts with him. You were a fool, plus this, you will become a fool. " Xiangling smiled and said, "Good girl, don't mess with me." As he spoke, he made a song and showed it to Baochai first. Baochai said with a smile, "This is not good, it's not like this. Don't be shy, just show him and see what he says. " Xiangling listened and took the poem to Daiyu. After reading it, Daiyu only wrote: The bright moon is hanging in the sky, the night is cool, and the bright shadow is round. Poets often want to play when they are entertaining, but strangers can't bear to watch it. A jade mirror is hung next to the jade building, and an ice tray is hung outside the bead curtain. Why light silver candles on a bright night? Clear colors are shining on the painting column. Daiyu said with a smile, "Although it refers to something, the wording is indecent. Because you read few poems, you are bound by him. Throw this away, make another one, and just do it boldly. " Xiangling came back silently, but did not even enter the room. She just sat under the tree by the pool, lost in thought on the rocks, or squatted underground digging dirt, which surprised everyone who came and went. Li Wan, Baochai, Tanchun and Baoyu all stood at a distance on the hillside to see him. I saw him frown and laugh again. Baochai said with a smile, "This man must be crazy! I didn't go to bed until five o'clock last night, and it was dawn without eating. I heard him get up, busy combing his hair, looking for a raised eyebrow. I stayed for a day as soon as I came back and wrote a song, but it was not good. Now I will naturally write another one. " Baoyu said with a smile, "This is' outstanding people', and natural people are affectionate. We sigh, it's a pity that he is so vulgar, but who knows what it is like today. It can be seen that heaven and earth are public. " Baochai smiled and said, "I hope you can work as hard as he does." You will learn nothing. " Baoyu didn't answer. I saw Xiangling in high spirits and went to find Daiyu again. Tanchun smiled and said, "Let's follow him and see if he is interesting." Say that finish, they all came to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. I saw Daiyu holding a poem and studying it carefully. They asked how Daiyu was. Daiyu said, "Naturally, it's hard for him, but it's not good enough. This book is so boring that I have to write it again. " When everyone wanted to read a poem, they just said: it's not silver or water, which reflects the cold in the window. Try to see the clear jade plate. Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry. The faint white powdery mildew on the golden steps is like a thin layer of light frost flying on the jade pillar. Wake up in the west wing is silent, only the waning moon in the sky can look into the distance through the curtain. Baochai said with a smile, "It's not like singing the moon. Add a word' color' under the moon, and every sentence is like moonlight. It doesn't matter. It turns out that poetry comes from nonsense. If only it were a few days later. " Xiangling wrote this wonderful song for herself. Hearing this, she swept away her interest and refused to let go, so she had to think about it. Seeing his sisters joking, he walked to the front of the steps, strolled under the bamboo, and tried his best to find courage. He didn't listen or stare. Tanchun smiled through the window: "Miss Ling, you are free." Xiangling replied stupefied: "The word' leisure' was deleted fifteen times, and you bet the wrong rhyme." Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing. Baochai said, "What a poet. Children are guiding him! Daiyu said, "The sage said,' Teach people to be tireless', and he came to ask me again. Why didn't I say anything? Li Wan said with a smile, "Let's take him to Huei-fang's room, show him the painting and wake him up." . "Said this came out, pulling him through the lotus root and sweet lotus root to warm sweet wharf. Cherish spring tired, take a nap in bed, draw a picture standing between the walls and cover it with gauze. When they woke Xichun and uncovered the veil, there were three stops after ten stops. Xiangling saw several beauties in the painting, so she pointed and said with a smile, "This is our girl and that is Miss Lin. Tanchun smiled and said, "Anyone who can write poetry is painted on it. "。 Learn quickly. "Say, stubborn smile. After they separated, Xiangling still wanted poetry in her heart. At night, it was dawn when I woke up, and I didn't go to bed and lie down until after midnight, and my eyes faded, and I didn't sleep until the fifth watch. At dawn, Baochai woke up, and after listening to it, she slept soundly, thinking, "He has been tossing all night, I wonder if he can get through it?" "I'm very tired now, don't call him." Just thinking about it, Xiangling laughed from her dream: "But with it, isn't this one very good?" Baochai was sad and ridiculous. She quickly woke him up and asked him, "What did you get? Your sincerity is immortal. If you can't learn poetry, you will get sick. " As he spoke, he freshened up and brought his sisters to see Grandmother Jia. It turned out that Xiangling studied poetry hard, and blood and blood really gathered together. She couldn't do it during the day, and suddenly she got eight sentences in her dream. When I finished washing and getting dressed, I quickly recorded it. I don't know if it's good or bad, but I brought it to Daiyu. When I first arrived at Qin Fang Pavilion, I saw Li Wan and other sisters coming back from Mrs. Wang. Baochai told them that he was writing poems and talking in his sleep. Everyone was laughing. When they looked up and saw him coming, they all scrambled to read poems.