Xiangyun saw that the furnishings in the study had been prepared. Each person had a sandalwood table, on which there were various old magnetic vases decorated with apricot flowers, brushes, inkstones, poems and papers. The positions were appropriate. She smiled at Tanchun and said,"Third Elder Sister is really good at using the art of war. When did you tell me?"”It turned out that Tanchun had agreed to gather at the Autumn Fresh Zhai Gathering Society and had secretly given him a look and a servant letter, telling him to come back and make arrangements. Everyone was talking animatedly, so they didn't bother. Seeing Xiang Yun laugh at him, he smiled,"We can even be thieves! If you don't believe me, just ask Wang Shanbao's family.”
Li Wan glanced at Tanchun and interrupted him,"Third Younger Sister, agree on the topic first. Or Daoxiang Village admiring apricot flowers, or singing red apricot flowers?”"If you bring up Fragrant Rice Village, I'll have to praise the saint for you." Didn't Brother Lan want the Qu Jiang hairpin apricot? That's too vulgar, it's better to sing the red apricot.”
Li Wan took out a piece of red paper and wrote the words "Fu De Hong Xing" to limit the rhyme. Tanchun said,"When we sing about the red plum blossoms, Second Older Brother has repeatedly begged us not to limit the rhyme." I think the rhyme is too restrained, let everyone do it.”Xiangyun took out a small lot pot from her bosom. It was only two inches tall, made of ivory and exquisitely carved. "I have something." This was the rhyme tube. The lot was matched according to Shi Yun's rhyme. Everyone used the rhyme they drew. Let the heavens decide." Tanchun smiled." No wonder you went away for half a day just now and brought this thing back. I thought it was some important box."”
Everyone laughed.
Just as she was smiling, she replied,"Second Grandmother Xue is here."”Everyone quickly stood up and greeted him. Xiuyan met them one by one and then talked to the Wenqi sisters. Li Wan first helped Baochai read the rhyme, copied the topic, and sent the old woman to send it over. Then, everyone drew lots to determine the rhyme. Finally, Xiang Yun held the ivory cylinder and waved it high as if she was praying to Buddha. She said,"Namo Great Chenfang Bodhisattva, give me a good lot.”After a while, one of them fell off. Xiangyun picked it up and threw it on the table."I bumped into him again.”Everyone laughed again. Cuimo lit up a stick of ambergris and then focused on their own ideas.
Tanchun leaned against the railing and looked at the parasol trees outside the court, muttering. At that time, he had six lines and was about to write them when he saw Xiangyun sitting on a rock in the shade of a tree, holding an apricot flower in her hand and lost in thought. He called her "Sister Shi" twice, but she didn't hear him. Then he turned back into the house and wrote on the sandalwood paper. Li Wan looked at it and said,"The red apricot is written, and the eastern rhyme is written."
90,000 spring flowers occupy the early red, cut into gorgeous brocade battle Tiangong.
Condensed fat shadow dipped in the rain of the village curtain, scattered Qi Xiangdou grazing flute wind.
The hairpin goes up to the forest to recite the poem, and the temples are wet. After the banquet, the drunken face melts.
Looking for the fragrance of flowers, I tried to cross the road of Chang 'an. The light dust in the sky was the same color for ten miles.
After the poem, he wrote the words "Banana Guest", which he couldn't help but praise. "I said I don't want to praise you," Tanchun said with a smile.‘The hairpin, Shanglin, and Banhui Quyuan were all given to Brother Helan, so the club master should have given them special rewards.”"Didn't you hear that the new Hanlin lost his Guan Yuan because of the whole eulogy?" Li Wan laughed.”
At this time, Xing Xiuyan was sitting on her seat with her chin propped up. Wen Qi went out to take a walk in the flower forest. He went all the way to the bank of the Qinfang Bridge and looked at the two apricot flowers. It took him a while to return.
One after another, he recited it and gave it to Xichun, copying it on a long piece of ice paper. The first one was Tanchun, and the following was in order of submission: The red apricot is written, and the rhyme is written by Li Qi
If the light of burning flowers breaks through the tender shade, Fengcheng Garden is close to you.
I'm afraid I'll be stained by the crowing cuckoo when I put on my thick makeup. In the dark of the fragrance, I'll teach you to talk to Yan Xun again.
Song board tower platform spring rain wet, wine flag city sunset.
Yiyun said that this day is fragrant and beautiful, let alone listening to orioles near Shanglin.
I get the red apricot, I get the hemp rhyme and the plum pattern
As if to see Lihua in front of the flowers, the water's edge under the forest is also horizontal and inclined.
The light is divided into colorful tubes and fragrant pavilions, and the green curtain restaurant in the shadow world.
Wash the scenery to prevent rain, pile up the spring color to see the rosy clouds.
There is no need to go to Yanshan Qu, pick their own branches with crimson gauze.
I get the red apricot, I get the Geng rhyme, Xing Xiuyan
The peaches and plums in the eastern garden smiled lightly, and the beauty in front of the wind saw Yingying.
The shadow helped the sunny day to divide Qiongyuan, and dreamed of chasing Feixia over Chicheng.
The precious torch baked the spring flowers like a pot, and the brocade was slightly soaked in the rain and wine.
Prosperity is given to idle orioles and swallows, and the depth of the canal is always affectionate.
Li Wan praised after she read out a sentence. Everyone also rushed over to take a look. Xing Xiuyan said,"Sister Wen's two sentences of 'washing away the scenery' and 'piling up the spring colors' were written in a positive way without any contrast.”Tanchun said,"I love Sister Qi's lines of 'thick make-up' and 'fragrant dark'. They have different meanings.”Li Qi said," Look at Big Sister Xing's poem. Every sentence has a new meaning. That's what it means to have a foundation."”
Xing Xiuyan was about to say something humble when Li Wan said,"The incense has been lit, where is Sister Shi? Why haven't you handed in your paper yet?" Tanchun pulled Xing Xiuyan to look for it. When he found the courtyard, he saw Xiangyun still sitting on the stone of Taihu Lake, motionless, just meditating, holding apricot flowers in her hand. "He's been sitting here for half a day. Don't tell me he's passed away!"”
Coincidentally, a big Magnolia flower fell from the ground. He picked it up and threw it at Xiang Yun. When it hit his face, he couldn't help but let out an "Aiyo"! He looked at Tanchun and Xiuyan, who were still in a daze. "Yun 'yatou, what's wrong?" Tanchun asked with a smile. Are you feeling unwell?" Xiangyun came to her senses and said,"Why don't you write poems? What are you doing?"”"We've all handed in our papers, we're just waiting for you." You're always rushing people, why are you lagging behind today?”Xiang Yun couldn't help but laugh. He hurried into the house and wrote as he thought. Everyone gathered around to look at it. It was written:
Cut the silk to make the curtain and brocade to make the banner. The east wind came to the idle gate last night.
Li Wan said," These two sentences are good. You don't need to use the allusion of apricot flowers. It's indeed apricot flowers."”
Tanchun smiled." He took the apricot flower and tried to figure out who it was for a long time. He even managed to seduce the god of the apricot flower. How could it not be good?"”"I won't write if you tease me again," Xiangyun said, covering Shi Jian.”Li Wan hurriedly said,"Let him write, don't disturb his poetry."”
Thus, everyone left to chat. After a while, Xiang Yun finished writing. He then looked around and continued to write:
Flowing rosy clouds led in Hua Tianmeng, and the falling rain awakened Du Yu's soul.
The shadow of the crimson watchtower turned back to support the colorful sleeves, and the vermilion building was full of spring to persuade the golden respect.
Light smoke and light powder do not imitate, dream of Jiangnan Mudi Village.
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