The so-called stupid people have to have others point their noses and curse with swear words to understand that they are stupid again.
Smart people, on the other hand, often "know the elegant meaning by hearing a string song". To put it more simply, "no heavy hammer is needed to play a drum."
When Jia Lian heard Lin Ruhai's words, he guessed that his uncle had mistaken him for a prostitute who was greedy for beauty, so he smiled calmly and said:
"Miss Miaoyu is indeed a nun, but she is not a romantic nun. Instead, she is a high-minded, lonely and talented woman.
Thinking about it, she is the only woman in the world who is probably on par with Cousin Lin in terms of poetry and literary talent."
Jia Lian was telling the truth, but he was indirectly praising Daiyu. Daiyu's biological father, Lin Ruhai, was naturally very impressed and his expression immediately softened.
From his efforts to help Jia Yucun, it can be seen that Lin Ruhai likes talented people the most, so Jia Lian continued:
"The Rongguo Mansion is building a provincial residence, and there is a Cuicui Temple inside. The old lady ordered me to hire a master from outside to be the abbot."
During my nephew's trip to Suzhou, he happened to meet Master Anhui from Tianfei Temple and Master Mingran from Panxiang Temple. They heard that all the sisters in my family were talented, so they unanimously recommended this equally talented person.
Little Master Miaoyu.
At first, my nephew thought to himself, how talented can this young master be? He estimated that if he could catch up to 10 or 20% of the poetic talent of my cousin Lin, that would be great.
Who would have thought that my nephew would be shocked when he saw a moon-appreciating poem she wrote last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which included the line, "If you are not familiar with it, you will forget the path; if you know the spring, you will not ask the source."
Lin Ruhai was originally an elegant poet. When he heard these two lines of poems, he knew the talent and magnanimity of the poet, and couldn't help but praise:
"What a poem! Do you have any more? Let me hear it again."
Jia Lian patted his head and thought for a while, then read out only a few of the sentences he remembered:
"The thick dew makes the moss slippery, and the heavy frost makes it difficult to touch the bamboo.
Still walking in the swamp, still climbing to the plain of Jili.
Stones, gods and ghosts fight, wood monsters, tigers and wolves squat.
The light shines brightly in the sky, and the sun shines brightly in the village.
Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and an ape crows in the valley."
Then spread his hands:
"There are many others left, but this is all I remember."
Lin Ruhai, who was already intoxicated by the poem, slapped the table with her hands and praised her repeatedly:
"What a saying, 'Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and ape crows in the valley'!
After all, he is a monk, unconventional, with obscure and profound ideas, and his style is quite novel and special, but a bit difficult."
During the time that Jia Lian was in Suzhou, he spent all day studying and communicating with a group of top universities in the country. His literary level improved rapidly and he also gained a lot of insights into poetry.
He felt that Miaoyu was indeed talented, but these poems were a bit artificial and pretended to be mysterious. They were really not as good as what Sister Lin secretly wrote to him at that time: "The handsome man has his own way of talking, the beauty has giant eyes to see the end of the road. The corpse is still alive."
Yang Gongmu, how can he restrain a female husband?"
So, Jia Lian said from the bottom of his heart:
"Although the poems of this little master Miaoyu have unique words and phrases, the poems must express their feelings directly. If you only take pleasure in word games, you will eventually fall behind."
Unexpectedly, Lin Ruhai's face suddenly fell as soon as he spoke.
Jia Lian didn't know what happened to him again, and thought to himself:
I have been with Sister Lin for a long time, and I have never seen her like the legendary "little-tempered, irritating and controlling person". However, I have seen Sister Lin's father's temper change suddenly and inexplicably.
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In fact, many people have weird personalities and bad tempers, often because they cannot express their inner thoughts correctly.
The discomfort in Lin Ruhai's heart at this moment was that she really didn't know how to express it.
Daiyu is the only flesh and blood under Lin Ruhai's knees. To Lin Ruhai, Daiyu is not only the "pearl in his palm", but also his "eyeball", and he is so precious that he cannot be more precious.
For such a precious daughter who has been raised carefully since childhood, and who is also talented and beautiful, Lin Ruhai may not even think it is an exaggeration to marry her to a prince as a princess.
But Daiyu fell in love with Jia Lian.
But Jia Lian has already married his wife Wang Xifeng.
Don’t you want your precious daughter to be Jia Lian’s concubine?
Impossible!
Ancestors of the Lin family were marquises, Lin Ruhai herself was a courtier, and the current Salt Censor of the Huaihe River. Lin Daiyu was the only legitimate daughter of Lin Ruhai and Jia's wife, and a noble daughter of a Zhenger Ba Jing Shi Li family.<
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Such a lady from an official family can die young or escape into Buddhism, but she cannot be a concubine.
Unless she enters the palace and becomes a royal concubine.
Even though he, Lin Ruhai, shamelessly agreed to let Daiyu be his concubine, other members of his Lin family refused to agree, and the rest of the scholars also refused to agree.
In order to overthrow Yan Song, the powerful and powerful treacherous minister of the previous Ming Dynasty, Xu Jie gave his direct granddaughter to Yan Song's grandson as a concubine. The scholar-bureaucrats at the time pointed their noses at him and spurned him.
After finally overthrowing Yan Song, Xu Jie's granddaughter was only fifteen years old at the time. When she returned to her home, she was met by her grandfather who was "sullen and silent." That night, the girl was poisoned to death by his biological father, Xu Fan.
During the Qing Dynasty, when the loyal minister Xu Jie learned that his granddaughter who had been a concubine was dead, he "sternly nodded" (nodding and smiling happily).
This is the patriarchal system and rules of this world. Those who break these rules will be scolded by the world until they cannot hold their heads high.
What's more, Lin Ruhai himself has several concubines, and he understands that the difference between concubines and wives is simply too great.
He cannot let his only beloved daughter suffer this injustice.
But...but can he bear to watch his beloved daughter die of depression?
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Finally, Lin Ruhai let out a long sigh, lowered his head, took out a piece of plain paper from his sleeve, and solemnly handed it to Jia Lian:
"Since my nephew has a lot of experience in poetry, you might as well read this."
Jia Lian took the plain paper and recognized it as Daiyu's handwriting when he saw the ancient and modern regular script on it.
In particular, there are a few tears between the writing.
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Outside the peach blossom curtain, the east wind is soft, and inside the peach blossom curtain, morning makeup is lazy. Outside the peach blossom curtain, people are not far apart from the peach blossoms.
The east wind deliberately lifts the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at people but the curtain does not roll up. The peach blossom curtain is still open, but the person inside the curtain is thinner than the peach blossom.
Flowers express pity for people, and flowers are also sad. The wind blows through the news behind the curtain. The wind blows through the Xiang curtain and fills the courtyard with flowers. The spring scenery in front of the courtyard is doubly sad.
The door of the moss-covered courtyard is empty, and people rely on the railings in the setting sun. People leaning on the railings weep to the east wind, and the peach blossoms stand quietly beside them in red skirts.
The peach blossoms and peach leaves are in chaos, and the new flowers are blooming and the red leaves are green. Ten thousand trees are covered in fog and smoke, and the walls of the oven are red and blurred.
Heaven's secret burns the mandarin duck brocade, and the spring is about to wake up and move the pillow. The maid's golden basin fills with water, and the shadow of the fragrant spring is dipped in rouge and becomes cold.
What is the difference between bright rouge and rouge? The color of flowers is human tears. If human tears are compared to peach blossoms, the tears will flow naturally and the flowers will flatter themselves.
When looking at flowers with teary eyes, the tears dry easily. When the tears dry up, the flowers become haggard in spring. The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly when people are tired and easy to fall into the dusk.
With the sound of Du Yuchun's death, the lonely curtain is pierced by the moon marks in the sky!
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Jia Lian has never read this song "Peach Blossom Journey" seriously because it is not as famous as "The Song of Burying Flowers" and "Autumn Window Stormy Evening".
Lin Daiyu, a lonely, sad, sad and sentimental girl, has countless thoughts in her heart, but she can only use flowers to describe herself, expressing her infinite emotions that cannot be expressed.
After all, girls of that era still knew what shyness was, and they would not be able to shout to their idols, "Husband, I will give birth to a monkey" like the girls in Jia Lian's previous life.
After Jia Lian read it, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Although it is an excellent and sincere piece of work, it is too sad, and it sounds like mourning."
Lin Ruhai said heartbrokenly:
"More than just 'too sad'? It was just crying out loud.
My daughter has fallen ill because she missed someone, and she lingers on the bedside for more than one day."