Huiming: A weak woman's declaration of love - Interpretation of "Three Wonders of Inscription on Handkerchief"

Huiming: Interpretation of "Three Wonders of Inscription on Handkerchief" "Three Wonders of Inscription on Handkerchief" Editor's Note of "A Detailed Description of Red Mansions": The music of the 87 version of the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions"...

"A Detailed Description of Red Mansions" Editor's Note: The song music of the 87 version of "Dream of Red Mansions" was written by the famous composer Wang Liping based on the lyrics of "The Twelve Hairpins of Jinling" by Cao Xueqin. It took more than four years to write, among which "The Song of the Burial Flowers" took the musician almost two years. Its songs, performed by Chen Li, a music wizard, have almost become eternal songs in the hearts of fans. In order to recreate the beauty of the Red Mansions songs, the Tucson Huasheng Chorus in Arizona and the Confucius Institute at the University of Arizona jointly organized the 2013 Mid-Autumn Festival Concert of Dreams of Red Mansions (held on September 20 and September 21). Wang Liping and Chen Li will attend the concert, and Chen Li will also serve as the lead singer of the chorus. This is the first time Chen Li has performed the song of Red Mansions since the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" was aired in 1987. In view of the lack of understanding of the story of Dream of Red Mansions by overseas audiences, this column specially invites experts to introduce and comment on the story and characters of Red Mansions. We also hope that this will inspire more Chinese friends.

Tusang Huiming Another weeping poem! After reading Daiyu's "Three Wonders of Inscription" in Chapter 34 of "Dream of Red Mansions", people have become somewhat accustomed to Sister Lin's cries. Friends who don't like poetry may skip it quickly and look for the plot below. Wait a minute, everyone. Please stop here for a moment and experience the difference between this cry and his. The emergence of this weeping poem is also due to Baoyu. Baoyu had nothing to do in his daughter's courtyard and always liked to chat with girls. Unfortunately, this time I was quarreling and flirting with my mother's (Mrs. Wang's) maid Jin Chuan'er, and she was overheard by Mrs. Wang. Mothers all over the world look different, but their desire to protect their calves is the same. Mrs. Wang did not talk about her son's philandering, but instead accused Jinchuan'er of being a deceiver, causing Jinchuan'er to be humiliated and unable to defend herself, and committed suicide by throwing herself into a well. Rumors reached Jia Zheng (Baoyu's father) that his son had attempted to rape a maid. Earlier, when Jia Zheng heard that his son was having contact with an actor and was suspected of homosexuality, he felt as if he had swallowed a fly. Now that he heard about this again, he was so angry that he whipped the unscrupulous son's legs and buttocks. When Baoyu was beaten, in addition to Jia's mother who could blame Jia Zheng, other well-behaved people, such as Baochai's attack on people, said something that was not offensive to both sides. Their eyes turned red and their throats trembled a few times, which was comfort. Only this sister Lin was different. She didn't say a word while Baoyu was sleeping, but she cried until her "eyes were swollen like peaches." After a long time, Fang choked and said: "You have changed it!" This sentence was something that neither Mrs. Wang, Baochai, Xiren, nor Jia Mu Jia Zheng could say - it would be useless to teach, and only Daiyu could say it so thoughtfully and unforgettable. The love between Bao and Dai has not yet been made clear. Sister Lin can be so infatuated, and a man made of iron and stone can be moved. How can the passionate brother Bao not be moved? It is only natural to give Daiyu a few old and stale handkerchiefs. (In the If You Are the One show, when a woman lights up, the men are moved obediently. This is all for the same reason.) In the old days, it was already a very rare thing to give a handkerchief to a lover's brother or sister, and its level would not be lower than today's giving of ninety-nine roses or howling like a wolf in the girls' dormitory. In that era when men and women were not close to each other, this piece of silk was already a symbol of secret love and love. It was popular in the Tang and Song Dynasties that when Zhang Sheng was rushing to take exams, Yingying gave him handkerchiefs and other old things. No wonder Sister Lin, who was familiar with "The Romance of the West Chamber", became "unconsciously infatuated" when she saw the old handkerchiefs. We are all common people, and we always wonder why it is not good to give this gem. It doesn’t matter if you don’t give it a pearl or jade, you should at least give it a new handkerchief. In fact, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? The current trend in love is to love the new and hate the old and to be extravagant, but in ancient times, the fashion was to adhere to tradition and old things. Moreover, this silk handkerchief is made of silk (thinking) horizontally and silk (thinking) vertically. What else can be more lovesick than this thing? No wonder Daiyu would "feel hot all over her body and her face would be burning. She walked to the mirror and lifted up her brocade bag to take a photo, and saw that her cheeks were red, and the true match overwhelms the peach blossoms." Everyone who has been there knows well that once the fire of love is ignited, she will have all the courage and ambition. Readers, please read this passage carefully: "It makes me happy that Baoyu can understand my bitterness. I don't know whether my bitterness may not come true in the future, which makes me sad. If it hadn't been for this purpose, he suddenly sent two good handkerchiefs, which made me laughable again. Thinking about conveying them privately, it makes me laughable. I felt terrible. Since he was like this, I was always troubled and sad, and I felt ashamed. I couldn't help but feel lingering, so I held the lamp and couldn't think of anything like suspicion and avoidance. I dipped my ink and pen and wrote on the two old handkerchiefs - " This sister knows that there are things that are gratifying, sad, ridiculous, scary and even shameful, but her internal organs are boiling and burning. She has to write something to be worthy of the love in her heart. Look, does this weeping poem still have a sad taste? To put it more grandly, it has the air of a romantic heroine who doesn’t care about anything; to put it more simply, it’s like the girl next door falling in love with the eldest brother next door, both parents are against it, the girl has disheveled hair, tears streaming down her cheeks, and sobs: I’m going to follow him! Admiration, confession, and interaction seem to be the only way to love today, but at that time, courage was also required, especially for weak women. Attached is the "Three Wonders of Inscription on the Pa": The eyes are filled with tears, and the tears are empty, and I cast them to whomever I want. A piece of shark's wool is given away as a gift, which makes people feel sad. Tossing beads and rolling jade is just for stealing, and I have no intention of spending the day in leisure. It's hard to wipe off the sleeves on the pillow, leaving them speckled and stained. Colored threads are difficult to collect, and the old traces of the Xiangjiang River have been blurred; there are thousands of bamboo poles in front of the windows, and there are no traces or stains of fragrance?