Tanchun is a thoughtful, pay special attention to the etiquette rules, if the subordinate has the slightest disrespect for her, no matter how many years of old mothers, how many face-saving old servants, she will not let go easily, must put on the identity of the girl to suppress or punish it, this characteristic of Tanchun's personality may have a lot to do with the fact that she was not born to Mrs. Wang, but only the identity of Aunt Zhao, especially Aunt Zhao's shamelessness, Jia Huan is also an unreliable younger brother, if she is not strong, I'm afraid that I'm going to be looked down upon even more, so Xue Pan doesn't have to care about this on weekdays, but Tanchun said this, Xue Pan can't help but explain one or two.

"This poem is a one, I'm not good at it, your sisters are all brilliant people, why should I get an axe? The third sister laughed, "How could Xue Pan be fooled, naturally this conversation was very slippery, "My three-plate axe thing, I really can't be elegant, I originally wanted to use my head to go out to flip through the book and learn to sell it, but coincidentally, I was stopped by Sister Yun," Xue Pan nodded towards Xiangyun volley, "Yun girl, it's really a naughty ghost!" I can't even cheat! ”

Xiangyun was triumphant, "Brother Xue came to deceive me again, thinking about my favorite sentence of Brother Xue, there are talented people in the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years!" It's really heroically tight! I think that after Li Taibai and Su Dongpo, there are few such heroic words! Today is the first time I want to meet how Brother Xue composes poems. ”

Daiyu glanced at Xiangyun, and then looked at Xue Pan, Xue Pan shook the folding fan in his hand, "What I said is just arrogant words, but my sister thinks it is a heroic word, but my sister praises it so much, my heart is beautiful," Xue Pan took the fan and patted it in the palm of his left hand, "After this compliment, the third sister used the agitation method again, I am embarrassed not to do it." ”

Tanchun smiled slightly, and stopped talking, Yingchun smiled softly at Xue Pan, "It's so good, please ask the eldest brother to set the theme of today's poetry club." ”

Everyone is talking here, Lin Zhixiao's family knows that everyone must compose poems, and memorizes pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., and waits until Xue Pan commands, so he lifts the table and other things out, Xue Pan and others get up, leave the banquet together, and go to another place here to compose poems, since Xue Pan wants to demarcate the range, this is completely cheating, Xue Pan rolled his eyes and thought about it, "Today's big guys are here to enjoy the pear blossoms, so naturally they want to use the pear blossom as the theme, and I have always been informal, and I don't like this limited rhyme," Baoyu interjected happily, "Wonderful! "Therefore, the big guy will use the spring pear blossom as the theme to make poems, you can do it, how about it?"

Xiangyun smiled, "In this case, the second brother has taken advantage again!" ”

Baoyu hurriedly said, "The altar master commands, the order is like a mountain, and you will never dare to disobey it." ”

"It's just that the altar master ordered so, and the big guy didn't dare to disobey." Tanchun also nodded and said, "Sister Lin, Sister Bao, you are great talents, speaking of which, if you do it, it will be good." ”

Baochai Daiyu looked at each other and smiled, but did not speak, so Xue Pan set the theme, and there was no restriction on the rhythm, everyone separated and meditated, and after a while, it was Xiangyun Jiecai, and laughed, "I actually got it!" So he walked to the front of the case, wrote down with a pen, and everyone was busy watching what Xiangyun did:

The spring clothes are red and the south of the Yangtze River is the windiest in March.

After the pear blossom snow, the snow is drunk, and the people are in the shallow dream of the heavy curtain.

Baoyu hurriedly said, "This red wine and white snow are really very bright colors, and the scene of our party today is written in!" ”

Daiyu didn't let it go, "It's just a sweet wine, and the cloud girl is still drunk and still in a light dream." ”

Xiangyun smiled, "Sister Lin just laughs at me, but I want to appreciate Sister Lin's poems later." ”

After a while, everyone had it, and they copied it out one by one, welcoming the spring:

Zi Xuan waved off her tears, and Qin Zheng played alone under the window.

In March, the pear blossoms are windy and rainy, and the swallows in Xiaolou are afraid of the cold spring.

Spring Exploration:

The beauty letter has a wrong knife throw, and the pear blossom is sent to the twilight.

It's hard to learn and don't look back, let alone promote Lanzhou in the Ming Dynasty.

Baochai smiled: "The sisters are all doing quatrains, but I am different," everyone looked at it, and it was really different from everyone, Baochai wrote a legal poem, Baoyu was the most anxious, and hurriedly read it:"

The rain has not passed since the crane, and the small building is idle and sighs.

The curtain is opened, and the swallows return late, and there are many pear blossoms in the door.

The new water bridge leads to the Huiwan, and the old mountain courtyard enters the smoke dream.

Yunkai tree branch to see the floating tree, draw the spring sail to send green waves. ”

What Xiangyun did was the scene of everyone's drinking party, but Baochai made it, but it pointed to the scenery of this cool platform and even the Grand View Garden, everyone said yes, Tanchun smiled, "This door covers the pear blossom with the poetry of the predecessors: the lonely empty garden is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door." It's wonderful! ”

After some appreciation, everyone came to see what Li Kun did:

In the past 20 years, he has been sick and worried, and he has turned back several times.

The wind blows away the old things of Qi Liang, and the willow leaves and pear flowers hate it.

This is a little sad in it, everyone looked at each other, Baochai was shrewd, and felt that he was afraid that Li Kun had sounded the past, and hurriedly laughed and said, "Sister-in-law's tactful and romantic sentence is really rare, but if it wasn't made by the sister-in-law on the spot, I must have thought that it was Lin Yatou who did it, she has always loved this heartbroken melancholy sentence, Lin Yatou, you say, the poem you made is amazing?" ”

Daiyu was still sitting on the chair with a wine glass and pondering, and she didn't know what to think, and many pear blossom petals as white as snow fell from the corners of her clothes, and she woke up when she heard Baochai shouting herself, and said with a smile, "I got a word, and I'm thinking about it, but I saw that Brother Pan hasn't gotten it yet, so I made it first, so as not to be at the bottom." ”

She walked over and wrote a fortune telling poem:

The remnant dream surrounds the Ping Mountain, and the small seal dissipates the incense mist.

The sun curtain in the town was hanging, and the Yan people were speechless.

The grass has smoke, and the willows will float.

Listen to the pear blossoms last night's wind, tonight's dusk rain.

Everyone sighed, "Sure enough, this Lin girl's words are graceful and graceful, and others can't reach them!" ”

Xichun also made a song, and everyone said:

Lightly sweep the moth eyebrows towards the painter, and concentric Chinese buns are knotted with green silk.

A cup of color and two tears, write about the pear blossom to whom?

This also has a faint sense of grievance, and with a hint of Zen, Xiangyun shook his head, "Four girls, how old are you, what are you going to do when you write so sadly?" I don't understand the Zen here. ”

Li Kun smiled and said, "I, a widow, am unemployed, so I have more sorrow, you are a little child, where is such an unhappy thing?" ”