"Bird Collection" and "Dream of Red Mansions": Great literary works, the kernels are often connected

In a boring and numb life, we always need poetry to portray our mood. Sometimes we feel epiphany and sometimes think of fate. To some extent, "Bird Collection" is a guideline of life, and "Dream of Red Mansions", as well as, will pay tribute to those "prison birds".

"You laughed slightly, what I said, and I think, for this, I have been waiting for a long time."

When I first read this sentence, the first picture that emerged in my mind was in the flowers of the flowers, and the purity of all merits and desires. Baoyu said to Daiyu, "You can rest assured."

Just as the fat comments have words: flowers love water clear, water pity and color. The relationship and affection are reluctant. In the love of men and women in modern society, this kind of sincerity often lacks this sincerity. Everyone promised, and then forgot; love deeply, then empathy.

In the long mountain alliance, the true feelings have long been diluted, becoming tasteless and utilitarian. Many years ago, Cao Gong used a very simple word to resolve the suspicion and anxiety in love, and did not need gorgeous rhetoric to modify. I and you, at this moment, became us.

"Thank you God, I am not a wheel of power, but one of the living people who are pressed in this round."

Feng Yuan is an out -of -the -box little man in "Dream of Red Mansions". Even when his name was raised, he had slept under the spring. The original text mentioned that Feng Yuan was planning to marry Yinglian, but the abduction of Yinglian wanted the two money of the two, so he sold Yinglian to Xue Yan, a dumb overlord, and Xue Yan refused to make Yinglian arrest. So he took his family slave to grab Yinglian and killed Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan was a romantic person, and his family was not bad. Woohow sorrow! We are always eager to get fame and profit: when we were young, we wanted to be the monitor, young people wanted to be chairman, and adults wanted to be chairman. But I do n’t know that power is infinite, and desire will grow with it. You, me, him, who is not under the wheel of power?

"Our desire, lent the color of the rainbow to the life of the cloud."

Wang Xifeng, who was proud of wearing gold and silver, calculated his life and was busy with his life, but he ended up the strange corpse, and came to an end. Wang Xifeng was full of ambitions, and his heart was full of desire: he wanted to be recognized, fearful, praised, wanted reputation, and wanted money. But who can put on things outside the cliffs of the last days? The inside of the desire was exquisite, and the enemy was not better than the north wind, Ling Yan was turbulent, whistling, and exhausted your heart.

The person beside the pillow was carried by her outside. The mother -in -law was not trusting, and the subordinates were unconvinced. Fortunately, Liu Xun was grace, eliminating the disaster of biological and flesh. The organs are all densely densely packed. Chasing half of your life, only half of the grave, the desire to bury the nothingness.

"In this noisy wave of waves, I long for the island of chanting songs."

Baodi and Xiangyun liked Baoyu to read books, and Baoyu was very disgusted with this. He is naive romanticism. He does not care about the money of a Doumi, and does not care about Jiafu's revenue and expenditure, and he doesn't care about the name and Li Lu. , Flowing cicada.

He did not agree with the so -called "Wen death, martial arts battle", and he found that everything had a life number, and all things had their own destination. He often said that before his sister and sister were willing to die in the Grand View Garden, let the tears that cried him died to the distance, turned ash, and turned to smoke, but he was unwilling to entrust himself. When the fire cooking oil is the idea of ​​being born, it can be seen that this person is abnormal. Fat Comment: Daiyu is mistaken for cleverness, and Baoyu is mistaken by many events. There are many things to say here, not the world, but love. In that bad year, in the dark season, he didn't want anything, just wanted to die.

"The lights at the party were ordered for a long time, and when it was scattered, the lights were immediately destroyed."

Dream does not wake up, and the number of life is difficult. The most sad thing for reading "Dream of Red Mansions" is not Qiao Qingwen Shouyao, not Daiyu's funeral flower, nor is it a copy of the Grand View Garden, but in the Lantern Festival, the moonlight is clear, the firecrackers are shocking, and the popularity is at the time of popularity. It was Wang Xifeng ordered to tell a joke, but said three times "scattered". For example, Mr. Lu Xun said that this kind of pen and ink that exposed the core of the tragedy, such as a sharp knife covered with blood, opened the skin wrapped in the golden jade.

I do n’t know if it ’s hard to hide, or it is already doomed. At that time, the building will be leaning. After the lively, only the messy, flesh -and -blood drawing, and the diamond flower mirror made of red face will be put on the seal of perish. This Rongfu party was just a back of the background before the end of the bustling end. Old horses are difficult to walk, and fish swimming boiling tripod, not one wood. The lights will be exhausted, and everyone will be dispersed.

Author: Jiang Haifeng, this article is the original work of the Red Mansion.

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