The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west. Here, the author vividly depicts the fragile and charming beauty of Daiyu through the traditional images in literature and with great freehand brushwork. It also laid the groundwork for Baodai's love tragedy. The finishing touch:.
The beauty of "the heart knows better than the stem" lies not only in vividly praising Daiyu's cleverness, but also in faintly revealing her narrow-mindedness and affectionate worries.
"Illness is better than three points" praised Daiyu's beauty without saying a word, far better than it.
The stereotype of "closing the moon to shame flowers, sinking fish and falling geese" also points out the characteristics of Daiyu's infirmity.
Lin Daiyu
Tipa's three stunts
One eye is empty, tears are empty, but who is this for? It's not sad to give gifts to sharks!
Secondly, throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals leisure, and the sleeves on the pillow are hard to wipe, leaving him with spots.
Its three-color line is difficult to gather pearls on the surface, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River have been blurred. There are also thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window, and there are no traces of incense. Piano music has four chapters. Lin Daiyu's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and her beauty is meditating thousands of miles away. Looking at her hometown, she leaned against the railing with tears hanging on her chest. The mountains are far away, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. She is sleepy and thin, and her shirt is timid and cold. My son is not free, but I am worried when I see him. My son and I are congenial and miss the past. Life is full of happiness. The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. She hoes flowers with her hands to make a embroidered boudoir, and she suffers humiliation? Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless. Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo is silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe answers the door. The blue light fell asleep against the wall, and the window was not warm.
reference data
Cao Xueqin. Dream of Red Mansions. China: People's Publishing House, 2006- 12.
Lin Daiyu's Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews. Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang) recited chrysanthemums.
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. I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
Dai Yu (Princess Xiaoxiang) asked Ju.
If you want to know the feeling of autumn, knock on the fence in the east: who stands alone and proudly, who lives in seclusion? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang) Chrysanthemum Dream
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao. When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Lin Daiyu
Where is the famous Fairy Garden built? Wonderland is different from the world of mortals. Thanks to the beautiful mountains and rivers, the scenery is new. Jingu wine is fragrant and fragrant, and Yutang is charming. He was lucky enough to invite pets, and there were frequent exchanges between the palace and the car. Dai Yu wrote curtains representing apricots to attract guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. There is water for geese and water for swallows in Sang Yu. A bed of spring leeks is green and fragrant. Don't regret your ignorance, blame others for saying bad things! Daiyu's weeping soul is silent, and the birds are talking and dreaming. Her fallen petal poems are only beautiful and the world should be happy. She sobbed alone in her arms and the birds flew around in surprise.
Lin Daiyu
Tipa's three stunts
One eye is empty, tears are empty, but who is this for? It's not sad to give gifts to sharks!
Secondly, throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals leisure, and the sleeves on the pillow are hard to wipe, leaving him with spots.
Its three-color line is difficult to gather pearls on the surface, and the old traces of Xiangjiang River have been blurred. There are also thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window, and there are no traces of incense. Piano music has four chapters. Lin Daiyu's wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and her beauty is meditating thousands of miles away. Looking at her hometown, she leaned against the railing with tears hanging on her chest. The mountains are far away, and the moonlight shines on the porch window. She is sleepy and thin, and her shirt is timid and cold. My son is not free, but I am worried when I see him. My son and I are congenial and miss the past. Life is full of happiness. The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. She hoes flowers out of embroidered boudoir with both hands and endures falling flowers. Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless. Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo is silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe answers the door. The blue light fell asleep against the wall, and the window was not warm.
Writing Lin Daiyu's Poems and Complaints in A Dream of Red Mansions
Hanban Jieyu
Newly cracked flowers are as bright as frost and snow.
Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the cold will seize the heat.
If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.
What are the poems describing "Lin Daiyu" in A Dream of Red Mansions and their appreciation? Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy.
The state has two sorrows, and it is sick.
Tears a little, breath slightly.
When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree.
The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
Eyebrows seem to be wrinkled and stretched, like a wisp of smoke hanging in the air, and eyes seem to be full of joy and sadness. The dimples on both sides of the corners of the mouth are obviously depressed, and the body is weak like a disease.
What is the poem describing Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai in A Dream of Red Mansions? All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the empty space, the noble people in the mountains are glittering and translucent with snow, and I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. Sighing the world, I can't believe it until now. Even if Qi Mei cited this case, it is difficult to tell the truth.
It's a pity to stop working, but it's a pity to praise talents. The jade belt hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow.
Lin Daiyu's Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.
My daughter in the boudoir is sad and sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
There are no sad songs for me, flowers falling and people dying.
Lin Daiyu's poems
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
There is always a woman crying in autumn in her heart when the fairy in the moon cave sews.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Chanting chrysanthemum
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.
I write in the frost at the tip of my hair, and I sing to the moon in my mouth.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
From Tao to Zhang, Changfeng said today.
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Ask chrysanthemum
Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:
Who is lonely and proud of the world, who is secluded, and who is dying with flowers?
How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?
If there is nothing to talk about in the world, why not talk for a while?
Daiyu (Princess Xiaoxiang)
Jumeng
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon.
To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.
When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset.
When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.
Autumn windows are stormy.
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.
I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly, break the autumn window and make Qiu Meng green.
Love autumn can't bear to sleep, ask yourself if autumn screen is in tears.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.
There is no wind in the autumn courtyard and no rain in the autumn window.
Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent.
Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.
The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Lin Daiyu: Tang Duoling.
The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance stays in Yanlou. Crowds of people lined up to form a carpet. flotage
It is also like a thin life, empty and romantic.
Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald. Alas, who will give up and accept this life? marry
Regardless of the east wind and spring, go by yourself and stay for a long time!
Tipa
When you are completely blind, who do you throw your tears at?
It's not sad to give you a listless gift.
Throwing pearls and rolling jade only steals the town.
I finally wiped off the sleeves on the pillow and let him be found and dirty.
The color lines of the old traces on the Zhu Xiang River are blurred.
There are also thousands of bamboos in front of the window.
There is a poem about Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, Burying Flowers.
Flower pavilions are flying all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year?
When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest!
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence.
Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
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