The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? "The sad words that Daiyu hummed have been sung by lonely people through the ages. This poem, written by Cao Xueqin, seems to imply the tragic ending of the novel and the unique desolation and helplessness of feudal society contained in it.
I remember reading & gt I was depressed and didn't like reading when I was a child. The complexity and noise of the Grand View Garden in my impression seems to be my childhood. Baoyu's frivolity, Daiyu's melancholy, Baochai's generosity, Granny Liu's kindness and Xifeng's meanness, all in all, this book only records the rise and fall of a family in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, which was my understanding at that time.
After reading it carefully, with the enrichment of views, this book in my mind not only means a purely tacky story, but also begins to have a deeper meaning. The unknown sadness and suffering revealed behind that story also made me appreciate the profound thoughts and rebellious thoughts of Cao Xueqin, a talented writer.
Baoyu once said, "Women are made of water and men are made of mud. The former is pure before marriage and natural after marriage. " Why does Baoyu feel this way? Doesn't this imply that Cao Xueqin was extremely disgusted and indignant at the phenomenon of patriarchal society at that time? Why is Daiyu unhappy and happy to leave but unhappy to get together? Because the author expresses his sad and melancholy mood through this beautiful beauty and the unfriendliness of the literati in feudal society, the vitriol of other characters, such as Feng, is also a true portrayal of the wretched villain of that era. There are also good-hearted dissidents, such as attacking people mentioned above, and there are also helpful and kind-hearted people, which is the moment when the author is kind and peaceful. The color of tragedy still hangs over this beautiful and ironic story, and the loss of family and the separation of Rong Ning's two governments also show the author's extreme disappointment in society and the freedom and sadness of seeing through the world of mortals, which makes readers feel uneasy.
Although the social indifference revealed between the lines of this book can really make people sigh like the author, it also has a good and kind side. For example, the family in the Grand View Garden drinks and reads poems together, enjoying the excitement and happiness of Spring Festival couplets together, just like Baoyu's cleverness and eloquence when facing Daiyu, and feeling the warmth of the family together also makes readers feel a little duckweed when reading. This is also a true portrayal of folk customs, good upbringing and the rich culture of the Chinese nation. However, the more so, the more miserable the outcome, the more reluctant it is. Otherwise, the author's sharp language and spearhead will not point directly at the deepest part of people's hearts, so sad.
After reading & gt, I escaped from the social shadow of suppressing feudalism and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, my living environment can at least have room for me to breathe. What about people then? I can't help myself, my mind is locked up. What is their mood? Therefore, every time I finish reading it> the tension and depression before reading seem to disappear, and my inner understanding of suffering and hardship is deeper and my pursuit of dreams is more persistent. We should also be happy about it. We live in a democratic era, and there are hardships and difficulties in life, but they are inevitable in the course of life and have nothing to do with the environment and ideas. However, compared with people in feudal society, we at least
Leaning on the bookshelf & gt, quietly emitting a faint fragrance, is happy, is worried, is gathering, is dispersed. It breeds the connotation of fanaticism; It inherited profound thoughts; It is full of intoxicating sadness. ...
After reading the red chamber, my heart is sour. I don't know why. Is it to destroy the second house in Rong Ning? Is the fragrance of imported marble disappearing? Or the name of the speculator? It seems that there is a little of each kind. But I always feel that this is not the whole story. From a man's point of view, I was suddenly enlightened. This is jealousy. I envy Baoyu in the dark. It's embarrassing to say, but how many men are not sad to see a dude surrounded by countless beautiful women for no reason?
Speaking of it, there are countless love stories in a dream of red mansions. The first thing to push is Baodai's infatuation with pink. In a dream of red mansions, the love between these two people is the purest. Growing up, falling in love when you grow up. Cao Gong simply pushed the boat with the tide, making readers feel that another love story spread all over the world was born. Its appearance is so natural that few people doubt that it is so pure. But untimely love is synonymous with pain. Daiyu's unique rebellious and withdrawn personality and disdain for the secular make her stand out from the crowd everywhere. Reading the West Chamber before the flowers, there is nothing taboo; I don't like rhetoric, and I will do what I say; Advocating the truth, indifferent to fame and fortune ... all these make her like a lotus, always clinging to her purity, purity and cleanliness, as clear as jasper. Looking at her from an ordinary person's point of view, what I appreciate most is Dai Yu's poetry and humor. Daiyu often opposes her sisters by drinking, enjoying flowers and reciting poems. She is always brilliant and full of artistic sense. Whether it is a teenager listening to the poems on the rain song building, I want to be immortal; Or the desolation of plants and the return of wild geese to the south, the tenderness of flowers can solve the affair of language; All of them reflect her elegant and refined poet temperament. The most sighing thing is Daiyu's sentimentality. Her beauty is unlucky. Daiyu's life experience doomed her to be lonely and helpless, and her personality doomed her to be lonely and sad. Even though the people in the Grand View Garden are very busy, there is no relative she can rely on, no confidant she can confide in, and only the romantic and affectionate Baoyu makes her secretly promise, but she always suffers from considerations of gain and loss. So she said helplessly, "Where is Xiangshan?" She lamented that "the fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallow nest between beams is ruthless." She lamented that "flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken." Finally, she ended up with a sad ending of "a wisp of fragrant soul dispersed with the wind and stayed up all night".
It is not so much that Lin Daiyu's position in Jiafu and her own cowardice are the causes of the tragedy, but rather that the feudal group headed by Yuan Chun ruthlessly killed the love between Baoyu and Daiyu, and this feudal society has a vicious track of responsibility. If A Dream of Red Mansions is really a description of Cao Xueqin's personal experience, then I can feel the pain of a man losing his beloved. The fire of hell is burning around me, which is terrible and makes my mind stagnate. This is not painful pain, but painful love. When Cao Gong, who had shed all his blood and tears, turned to face that unbearable history, how could he not sigh "full of absurd words and bitter tears"!
2. The Buried Beauty-Xue Baochai
Spring dreams disappear with the clouds, and flowers fly out of water; Send a message to the children, why bother to find leisure.
Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai and Xiren are the main characters in A Dream of Red Mansions, and their tragedies run through. Although Xue Baochai is not a party to this love tragedy, she also has a very high status.
I have a lot of dissatisfaction with the ending of A Dream of Red Mansions, but someone said to me, "Since you are dissatisfied, Lin Daiyu finally died with regret and Jia Baoyu became a monk, what do you think is the perfect ending?" Indeed, I am very dissatisfied with each other's death. The other party is also a rebellious character, who just wants to show his talents all day, which violates the old saying that "a daughter without talent is a virtue". There is no doubt about each other's talents in the article. I really admire her and her rebellion. But why can't she rebel to the end? Grandmother Jia has always loved her, especially Baoyu. They want to get married, but Jia Mu doesn't necessarily object. Instead of fighting for it, she looked for trouble and was so angry. Come to think of it, she is always suspicious, and even if she marries Baoyu, she will inevitably get angry. It's not like Feng can drown his sorrows in wine. How can she have such a mouth with Jia Mu? Her strength is so meager that she is not as popular as Baochai in Jia's family after all. Baoyu finally saw through the world of mortals and became a monk. Is becoming a monk really the best ending? If so, the world will become a monk. My idea is too extreme. "If you die, I will become a monk." It indicates all this, as if everything is fixed and cannot be changed. What I am dissatisfied with is that Bao and Dai still can't escape the bondage of fate. The man said to me again, "Baoyu, you didn't become a monk for Daiyu. What can Baoyu do without becoming a monk? Go after fame and gain? " Yes, in terms of fineness, this is the best ending for Baoyu. He has lost his fame and fortune, which means nothing to him. Seek fame and gain, let history repeat itself, and watch your descendants perform this Dream of Red Mansions again? He doesn't seem to be free from the bondage of fate, but fate can no longer bind him. He became a monk not for each other, but for himself. Different from the secular, he is carefree and sees through the world of mortals. It's a pity that Baochai is smooth and likable, and finally she lives alone, which makes people feel a little sorry.
Baochai was also a victim of feudal ethics. She married Jia in the name of Lin Daiyu. She knew Bao and Dai had the same heart, but she couldn't resist. Xue's mother loves her again, and there is nothing she can do. Jia is so sincere, how can he politely refuse? Besides, the Jia family has done a lot of work on Xue Pan, and Baochai doesn't want to embarrass her mother. After marrying Baoyu, although Daiyu died and Baoyu treated her well, Baoyu still remembered Daiyu. Finally, she got pregnant, and Baoyu left her and became a monk, leaving her alone. Speaking of which, what about winning people's hearts? Finally, I am not happy.
I always feel that Baochai is the real strong player in the whole play. She never embarrasses others in front of them or confronts them. Her talent is by no means inferior to that of the other party. I admire her most. She never asks for anything, never says anything she shouldn't say, and even stubborn words are extremely cautious and even impeccable. Her cleverness is also rare. Unlike Xifeng, she doesn't say anything, and she doesn't seem to shy away from speaking. It's no exaggeration to describe her as ruthless, but she is as clever as Xifeng.
Take these two things to analyze. She sometimes exhorts Baoyu, who has no intention of repentance, and she is not forced. First, she is from menstruation's family, so it's not convenient to say more. Erxiren's encouragement is still useless, and it is useless to say more. So far, I have no intention to say more. When she married Baoyu, she waited for an opportunity to tell him about her son's death, which also showed her cleverness. These are obvious to all.
Speaking of my own opinion, I think I don't know enough about Baochai's character, personality and thoughts. I just think from an ordinary angle.
Baochai's handling of the world is very smooth, and almost everyone loves it, but it is inevitable that she will feel a little hypocritical. She is so kind to everyone that she doesn't pour out her heart as easily as others. She seems to be hiding herself. In my opinion, no one wants to bury himself. Maybe she did it to establish her position or win people's hearts. In front of her mother, she is sweet, in front of outsiders, she is sensible, and Aunt Xue has light on her face. She may be likable, but at the same time she buried the real Xue Baochai. In the whole book, she may be the most perfect on the surface, but I always feel that she betrayed her heart and soul. What is perfection? Maybe family ties forced her to do this. There is a glutton of Xue Pan at home. Although there is Xue Ke, she is not her own brother after all. She may want to put up with it for a while, and when the time is right, she can find herself, but where will she find herself then? Although she is strong, I personally think it is not easy to bury herself. It wasn't the weak who did it, but in the end, she wasn't the real winner.
This dream didn't come true after all. Youth is gone, and the face is declining. A person sat in front of a candle and sighed, feeling tears crawling all over my face. The past is like a cloud, and the temples in the mirror are frosted. I am an adult, and my room is as empty as ever. I have nothing to do but look up at the moon. I have nothing to say but tears!
I often hear people discuss whether Baochai is miserable or Daiyu is miserable. But if you read the full text and comment carefully, you will feel that this issue is no longer important.
It's a pity to stop working, but it's a pity to praise talents.
Jade hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow.
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The dying crimson pearl grass was cultivated into a fairy under the casual watering of waiter Shen Ying. Because of their concern for the sea, the two of them forged a fate of life and death. The crystal-clear crimson pearl fairy in the mountains can't be ungrateful to others. I heard that God is thinking about the lower world, so I want to exchange my tears for his return to the shore in exchange for the grace of irrigation. When I saw this place, I was deeply moved by the noble ambition and selfless behavior of the crimson pearl fairy. Later, I learned that Daiyu, with a unique name, was transformed from a wisp of fragrant soul. She was alone, and she has loved her ever since.
Daiyu was born and never died, watered by divine water, spotless and delicate, and came to a dirty world, deeply immersed in the world of mortals, unable to adapt, and infected with an incurable disease. When I first became Baoyu's benefactor, I was in tears. I am very happy and grateful. In any case, Jiang Zhu finally saw Shen Ying again, and the old spirit on Sansheng Stone also had a love affair to rob the world.
Since you are on earth, you can do things on earth. In those days, Shen Ying lived in a passionate world, and everything naturally began with his rich and idle life. Dai Yu and Baoyu are childhood friends, so they have no guess. In order to make Baoyu wake up early and know that things are impermanent, flowers bloom impermanently and flowers fall brilliantly, Daiyu spared no expense in Lacrimosa to show Baoyu the bitterness and impermanence in luxury food. Most people think she is narrow-minded and clean. Poor crimson pearl has a heart, which is exactly what people who know me say about worry and people who don't know me say about what I want.
There is no mercy in the world, everything passes through hands and water falls on earth. Daiyu's pure spirit, no one knows her, travels in the four seasons, walks alone, buries flowers in spring, lies on the chrysanthemum couch in autumn, and turns into ink. Poor water is easily deceived by turbidity, while snow is often muddy and grows in a world where she is not allowed, so Daiyu has no moment to smile. Despite her grandmother's love and Baoyu's love, Daiyu was never really happy. She knows that everything in front of her is fleeting. She is just a passer-by and won't stay long.
Everyone around her looked on coldly. Daiyu suffered alone and never complained. The arrogance and hypocrisy in the world are reflected in the clean mirror by her, and there is no omission. In this stage-like world, she will not compromise, will not cheat, will only go her own way, knowing that she can't do it. Just like the attack by Boyi and Zhou at the end of Shang Dynasty, these two men dissuaded 10,000 soldiers with their thin bodies in the Western Zhou Dynasty. After the destruction of the Zhou Dynasty, they wrote Song of Picking Wei and went on a hunger strike in shouyangshan. Daiyu is noble and elegant, with an orphan's demeanor, which matches the ancients. Even Xue Baochai, who thinks she is a child of the world of mortals, can't help but want to be friends with her in Jin Lan and get close to her often. I consider myself an extraordinary outsider, Miaoyu. Personally, I respect Daiyu as an antique fairy tea drinker, and I often listen to Daiyu's elegant music poems in the circle.
The ancient books of sages, which are regarded as the golden rule by the world, are nothing but a wild raft in Daiyu's eyes. And those filthy operas denounced by ordinary people, in Daiyu's mouth, become fragrant plum kernels. Spring flowers and autumn leaves, morning breeze and night rain, when no one complains, Daiyu will gently wave her finger and play the ethereal sound of nature in Yunshan, slightly open her lips and teeth and sing the feelings of repairing cold water. Living in the Guige Pavilion in Xiaoxiang, with Zhu Bi as the wall, sitting on the Yuedong piano platform and taking pen and inkstone as friends.
Only Hony's son can truly understand the fairy rhyme of crimson pearls falling into the world. They are immortals and soul mates. Baoyu, who is ignorant of dust, can't see through the good and bad fortune in jokes and deception. Daiyu, who was terminally ill, was finally forced to death by the wind knife and frost sword. Daiyu, who lies alone in her sickbed, has no tears to return to, the string of her bosom friend has been broken, and the soul of her burning poem has been buried in the west wind of the bright moon. Just when she was lovelorn, she bid farewell to her pen and ink confidant, and the arrogant Lin Daiyu came alone and left clean.
Under the appearance of crying day and night, Daiyu is actually the real spiritual pillar of A Dream of Red Mansions. Whether it's Qingwen's tenacity, Siqi's desperation, Yuanyang's bravery and loyalty, or Zijuan's sad and angry eyes, they are the embodiment of Daiyu and an extension of Daiyu's story. The dignity of Daiyu is the dignity of A Dream of Red Mansions.
4. Mourn for Daiyu
Poetry and destiny are your whole world. The first poem appeared in Yuan Chun's "mothering";
Where famous gardens are built, fairyland is not the world of mortals.
Add new scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Xiangrong Jingu wine, Huamei Yutang people.
He Xing invites pets, and there are frequent exchanges between the palace and the car.
Although she is suspected of singing hymns, her lofty thoughts and open realm are far from being comparable to those of other sisters.
Before you live in the Grand View Garden, your poems have compared the Grand View Garden to a "fairyland" that does not live in the world of mortals. However, surrounded by the rolling world of mortals, the sudden appearance of such a paradise far from fame and fortune is doomed not to last long, and it is her inevitable fate to be copied in the end. However, only in this fairyland, outside the world of mortals, between you and Baoyu, will a truly pure flower of love bloom. Unfortunately, the Grand View Garden is like an empty dream, like a midnight epiphyllum, and the stadium is in a mess. Your tearful love drama is destined to end in the Grand View Garden.
Then you grab a knife for Baoyu and write:
Apricot curtains are in sight
Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.
Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.
A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.
In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.
Nature is remote and unique. It can be said that every word is well-written, and every sentence remains fragrant.
Not only do you have a gift for poetry, but your understanding of poetry is amazing, which also accelerates your death.
On one occasion, pear fragrance court played a melodious flute and sang euphemistically. It sang, "It turned out that the land was full of colorful flowers, so it was given to the broken well and the broken wall." "What a beautiful day, who will be happy?" And "for you, it is as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water flowing." At first you listened attentively, then you nodded unconsciously, then you were moved, and then you were too intoxicated to stand up.
Alas! Only blame you for being too smart and knowing poetry like the back of your hand. If you are so stupid that you don't know anything, how can there be "The West Chamber tells a story with a punch line and the Peony Pavilion is full of colorful songs?" Unfortunately, your heart has been awakened by your superhuman understanding of poetry.
Your heart lake is no longer calm, it has been rolling.
One spring, the peach died, a gust of wind came, and the flowers fell all over the floor. You cried and said, "Who is pitiful when the flowers bloom and the flowers fall?" The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring scenery and looks sad. "
From flowers to people, you think, "peaches and plums can be released again next year." Who do you know in the boudoir next year? " Although flowers can be pecked next year, no one will go to Liang's empty nest. "
So you hope: "May wings be born under the threat of slaves and fly to the end of the sky with flowers."
I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, but it has become a prediction of your life.
In the world of mortals, I can only wish that there is a fragrant hill you want at the end of the day.
Alas! It hurts! Poetry has made your life, but it has also ruined your life.
You wrote in the second club day of Haitang Poetry Club:
This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
As you can see from the poem, you already know your obsession with poetry, writing in the frost and singing in the middle of the month. Don't you forget that when you first arrived at Jia's house, Jia was extremely dissatisfied with your reading four books?
I remember you were still in the concave crystal pavilion, writing poems of sadness and loneliness. At that time, Xiangyun chanted "crossing the crane shadow in the cold pond", and you said "Leng Yue buried the flower soul". Xiangyun clapped her hands and praised, "That's amazing! This can't be right. What a' buried flower soul'! " Because he sighed again, "Poetry is solid and novel, but it is too depressing. Now that you are ill, you shouldn't say such strange and complicated things. " Daiyu said with a smile, "How can I overwhelm you if you don't ask me?" Daiyu, you despise worldly things and don't want to fight for them, but you don't give an inch of land to the stage of poetry. Sadly, you are so talented and sharp-edged, how can you tolerate yourself among sisters? How can I meet grandma and Jia's family?
What really aggravated your illness was that after Baoyu was beaten, you wrote poems on the old handkerchief he gave you. Poetry:
My eyes are full of tears, my eyes are full of tears. Who did you throw them away for?
It's not sad to be given a gift because of my foot pain.
Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals, the town has no intention of relaxing.
It is difficult to wipe the sleeves on the pillow, so he is set on fire and stained.
Beads on the colorful line are hard to collect, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River have been blurred.
Thousands of bamboos in front of the window, no fragrance?
Your poems are full of enthusiasm, and you want to tell infinite things in your heart. "When you want to write it down, you feel hot all over and your face is hot. When I walked to the mirror, I lifted the brocade, my cheeks were red, and I admired the peach blossoms, but I didn't know I was sick. "
Say you don't know, maybe you know, or why did you burn this manuscript to break your infatuation before you died?
Oh! Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. Those who owe their lives have all been repaid, and those who owe their tears have all dried up. You shed tears for poetry and love. This is destiny. Although your tears have dried up, they have moistened my heart for a long time. I wish you in this world, on the road to heaven paved with tears, don't be bumpy.