Reading "Dream of Red Mansions"

Rolling red dust, carrying the shackles of memory, forever sealed the sad love. In the last touch of the last glory, it was quietly blown away by the wind, and it also blew away the thoughts of the past. Finally, disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people, leaving the regrets and accusations of the world...

An accidental embarrassment, opened the "Dream of Red Mansions", so I met her - Lin Daiyu. She, let me deeply shocked, Baoji's unprecedented love, passed through the ages, and was crowned by the world. Under the universal sky, who else has this qualification? Since then, the shadow of Sister Yu’s sister has been swaying in my heart, coming back and forth. It seems that she is hearing her delicate gasp in the vagueness. Her sad face is in her mind, but with a point, she is very charming. She shed tears, because only the indulgence of crying will be more stretched, and the smile will bloom more. Close your eyes as if you saw his tender and watery eyes, flashing a little bit of tears, people are addicted to it, emotional, and unable to extricate themselves.

I often hear people commenting on the "small temper" of Saitama or even "thirsty mind", but I don't think so! Because behind this, just because she is too concerned about Baoyu, because of the deep love, the cut of love, so can not help. I always think that Baoyu has too little time for Saitama, and Saitama's heart is too delicate, but Baoyu is not realized. At the moment of her depression, the mood is like a lost child. The greetings that Baoyu should not be sent will be dismissed by her. The sly, fierce, but unintentional, not unacceptable, just because it is too Uncomfortable, so she only used poetry to vent her inner feelings that she could not overwhelm for a long time.

Poetry is her beautiful soul and her spiritual sustenance. Every time I read her poems, there is always a feeling of invigorating. Every word, every sentence is like a sharp and sharp knife, deeply inserted into the reader's heart, giving people the illusion of suffocation. Invisible like someone who has caught his throat and can't get rid of the sadness, he can only reluctantly put down the book and let himself slowly wake up. I remember her "buried flower words": "I am a burial person who knows how to bury her flowers. Who is the one who burying flowers in the year? Try to see the spring flowers falling, it is when the old age is dead. I don’t know if I die." After reading it, it is like a pain that is pierced by a million arrows.

Her tears flowed like trickles, gathering together into a clear spring, clarifying her tragedy. She cried because she was too wronged. She was miserable and worthy of pity. Her love with Baoyu was not allowed in such a society. She is too infatuated with Baoyu, she is infinitely sad in her life, but before she died, she smiled and shouted "Baoyu, Baoyu..." and she left the world forever...

Although her story is over, it has left me with thousands of thoughts. I want to close the book and want to seal this inner dust. But when I close my eyes, the sadness that should be imprisoned is flying like a dust in the air. , spinning, dancing...

The second day: Wu Hongyan