Author: Han Xueli.
The richest Xue family in the four major families is from the imperial businessman, in such a family, the peony flower cultivated is running for the draft, and the plan can't catch up with the changes, the original big tree of the Xue family is the old Chitose Prince Yizhong, who has lost his backer, and is naturally affected, Xue Gong passed away, the Xue family quickly fell, Xue Dashao was ridiculous and uncompromising, and returned his life, so that Baochai lost out of the draft field.
This naturally made Baochai experience the ups and downs that many people did not have. Her former heart was high, and she envied Yuan Chun who wore the imperial robe and the scenery of the provincial relatives, which was the scenery and glory above ten thousand people under one person, the scenery and the status of the royal family in Jiafu, Yuan Chun was sighing, but outsiders saw that the scenery was dazzling.
The only time the author wrote about Miss Bao's birthday was when the Xue family defected to Rongguo Mansion, Jia's mother gave a gift of hospitality, and gave fifteen-year-old Baochai a birthday.
And what kind of drama did Baochai order, a parasitic grass. Talking about Lu Zhishen's drama of becoming a monk, it is naturally desolate, full of heroic tears, and separated from the scholar's house. Xie Ci shaved under the lotus platform. There is no way to separate in the blink of an eye. The red stripes come and go without concern. **Ask for a single line of smoke and rain hats? A mango shoe broke the bowl with fate. She read it word by word to Baoyu, and Baoyu immediately felt that it was a good word, he saw the excitement, while Baochai saw loneliness, deep loneliness, and the stripes came and went without worry.
A few years later, living in Jiafu for many years, the Xue family is not embarrassed, others are embarrassed, Aunt Xue, who has a family, a business, children and daughters, has made up her mind to have a good relationship with gold and jade, and refuses to stand on her own.
The spring dance in front of the white jade hall is unraveled, and the east wind rolls evenly. The bees and butterflies are in chaos: how many have they passed away? How can it be compromised? Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he goes. Shaohua Xiu laughed without roots, and the good wind relied on his strength to send me to the clouds.
The Baochai in this poem, isn't it a kind of awakening, the awakening of fate, calmly and lightly, she may understand that only by borrowing strength, otherwise the Xue family has no possibility of turning over at all, let him gather with the wind, how is it not a kind of view, Shaohua smiled, in a word, tactfully pointed out, people in Jiafu do not have to laugh, sometimes, the fate of willow catkins is to rely on the wind to borrow strength, in order to go to Qingyun.
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