The third time in the original work, the mother unfortunately died of illness, the old father did not want to continue the string, the young Lin Daiyu under the persuasion of the old father, had to wave goodbye with tears, alone to go to the grandmother's house to live, it can also be regarded as the whole lin father's worries about this only daughter who has no one to rely on.
Don't look at Lin Daiyu, who is only about six years old, but she looks like a little adult. The first time I came to my grandmother's house, although it was very strange, Lin Daiyu was gentle and dignified, her steps were fine, her eyes were not squinting, and she seemed to be very nurturing and polite, which of course benefited from her mother's upbringing since childhood.
Such a little girl is both cute and pitiful. Love her cute and courteous, pity her in a strange environment, whether she can adapt as soon as possible, in the days to come, can you live happily.
Time flies, Lin Daiyu has grown up a lot in Jia Fu, and I really want to ask her if she has lived a very happy life during these years. But how can outsiders hear the answers of the people in the book?
But it doesn't matter, Lin Daiyu has been reading and reading since she was a child, and she usually appeals to her heart and writes a popular poem. Perhaps, the answer is hidden in these psalms, and we may as well taste it carefully.
"Where the famous garden is built, the wonderland is not red dust." Borrow the mountains and rivers, add the weather new. Fragrant Golden Valley wine, flowers and jade hall people. He Xing invited grace, and the palace car passed frequently. This is the first poem written by Lin Daiyu when she came to Jia Province. On the surface, it is written that the Grand View Garden has just become a new scene, and the festivities of yuanchun province.
In fact, it was written by herself. At the beginning, Lin Daiyu was strongly invited by her grandmother to come to Jia Province, leaving her hometown to a place she had never seen before, just like leaving red dust and entering a fairyland. Lin Daiyu is full of expectations for the future, hoping that with a good place, she can bring a new atmosphere to her life.
It is not difficult to feel that at this time, Lin Daiyu's mood is still very good. When he first came to Jia Province, he was very pampered by Jia Mu and welcomed by everyone, and seemed to have fully integrated into this strange environment, and a sense of happiness struck. But soon, Lin Daiyu's state of mind underwent a subtle change.
"Half roll the Xiang curtain and half cover the door, and the ice is crushed for the earth jade for the basin." Steal three points of pear bud white, borrow a plum blossom soul. The moon cave immortals sewed silk, and the autumn bride complained about the female swab marks. Shy and silent to complain to whom, tired of relying on the west wind at night has passed out. "This is the poem that Lin Daiyu wrote when the Begonia Poetry Society was first established.
The poem is chic, but it is too sad. Half rolled and half hidden, this careful action and demeanor, just like Lin Daiyu was careful when she came to Jia Province, not daring to take one more step, afraid of people laughing.
Although Lin Daiyu was favored by Jia Mu, she was sent to the fence after all. How can the good life now be long-lasting if it is only "stolen" and "borrowed"? It can only be a continuation of life in this way. Who can tell you about the pain? Who can understand?
Jia Fu is a big dye vat, and the people are snobbish. Lin Daiyu finally saw its face clearly. A great Jia Fu, except for the kind Jia Mother, who can trust it? But Jia Mu couldn't always be with herself.
The sisters will eventually disperse, and in the end they will only be left with themselves. Lin Daiyu was in a mood for Jia Baoyu, but her parents died early, and no one could make decisions for herself, and this heart could only be hidden in the bottom of her heart forever.
At the time of burying the flowers, Lin Daiyu whispered a poem, "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the sword wind and frost sword are strictly compelling." "Isn't it a true portrayal of Lin Daiyu's situation in Jia Fuli?"
Regarding the ending, Lin Daiyu seems to have already thought of it, just like the last sentence of the poem with Shi Xiangyun, "Cold Moon Buries the Flower Soul". Happiness, this word, has long been far away from Lin Daiyu.