Chapter 732: Good younger sister, please smile a bit

Good younger sister, please smile a bit.

March 11: Good younger sister, please smile a bit.

During the Qingming season, the rain wasn't pouring down. ――――――

On the beach, spring rises with drowsiness――――(The poet says, 'Spring drowsiness' is amusing; we often say, 'Spring has slept through a winter,' indicating people long for spring's late arrival; 'drowsiness' indicates spring has just left and will return soon. Two attitudes, two sayings. This truly is 'what the public says is reasonable, what the aunt says is reasonable.' Someone then says: It is precisely spring now, yet I don't love spring. Why? Because 'the mud and stench make me sick,' perhaps when the poet said this, it coincided with 'Qingming season, rain falling heavily,' and at that moment the poet was walking on the road, slightly catching a cold, evoking the feeling 'Travelers on the road wish their souls would break.' The road is hard to walk, he has a cold, and the sky drizzles. Thus he does not like spring and thinks of winter――――'The harsh winter is more lovely.' Why is that? Because 'I love its snow,' loving snow is normal for the poet, as snow represents spotless purity and innocence. The poet's answer surprised me: 'I love its snow, not for its spotless purity, but on a clear snowy night, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, at that moment 'riding a sleigh with my girlfriend――――how free, carefree, and happy.'

This poet's imagination has become rich: he wants to go skiing on a snowy night with his beloved girlfriend. If his girlfriend accidentally gets hurt, how would he explain it to her parents? ）――――――

You laughed, using it to dress up in a show――――(The poet and his girlfriend weren't hurt; they just laughed. This isn't a snowy winter night with a moon, so when is it?)――――

Like ripples spreading a sheet of laughter bubbles across the sky________ (The poet saying this is hilarious: he means the ripples on his girlfriend's yellow head, like laughter bubbles in the sky. This truly is 'clouds think of robes, flowers think of faces,' too fantastical.)――――

The sun gently warms in the sunlight of the grass color（Is the grass-colored sunlight beautiful? When the poet wrote this poem, it might be late spring, because early spring grass color is very pale, that is 'the grass color looks distant but none up close.' In early spring one can only see the grass color from afar, a patch of tender green, very beautiful. Friend, if you don't believe it, go to the suburbs and see: isn't it 'the grass color looks distant but none up close'? If it's in sunlight, who knows how beautiful the grass color is？）――――

My hand holds yours, your thrown stone in my sky――――(The poet's words are bewildering: he holds his girlfriend's hand, but she doesn't reciprocate; it's not 'giving a peach, receiving a plum,' but 'throwing stones.' When the poet holds his girlfriend's hand, she throws a stone at him—unknown whether he minds the pain or not.)

Ah, beneath today's sky, the moving flower shadows――――(The poet was hit by his girlfriend's stone, and not only did he not mind the pain, he also saw 'moving flower shadows.' This shows the throw wasn't heavy, just a light 'toss'; the poet only felt 'youth striking his lower waist,' quite comfortable.)

New sprouts budding on our hands, in the center of our field of vision, splashing spray rotating, the golden sun――――(The poet's head, after being hit by his girlfriend's stone, feels dizzy, palms sweating, vision distorted, seeing sunlight as sky spray, beginning to lyrically emote)－－－－－－－－－－

We are lake and tree, the light filtered through tree gaps onto the lawn, the dance of light filtered through tree gaps, is your head's hill, is………(The poet's words are too cheesy, hearing them makes one shiver. He compares himself to a lake, and the person he holds hands with is the tree by the lake. The tree grows by the lake; the lake nourishes the tree with its water. So romantic. But, could this be real? …………………)

This is what I thought of upon going out early in the morning, smelling the spring fragrance, occasionally recalling someone else's poem; there might be more lines below, but I can't remember them, it's regrettable, just a fragment. I also have some thoughts on the lines I recall. To help friends overcome spring drowsiness. Making an inappropriate analogy, like in Dream of the Red Chamber, Jia Baoyu seeing Daiyu sleeping late, he tells Daiyu: 'Good younger sister, you just ate and now you're sleeping late; this will make you sick from sleeping.'

Baoyu, fearing Daiyu would 'sleep herself sick,' made up a story about a 'rat spirit' to amuse her. Daiyu laughed so hard she got up from bed, laughing at Baoyu and saying: 'I must tear your mouth apart, I knew you'd make up stories.'

Baoyu hurriedly pleaded with Daiyu: 'Good younger sister, spare me, don't tear my mouth. I will never dare to make up stories again! I thought of the rat spirit story only because I smelled your fragrance.'

It's not that I made up the story because I smelled Daiyu's fragrance; I smelled the spring fragrance and then recalled a few lines of poetry by someone unknown. Have you read them and laughed? If not, then go to the suburbs and smell the spring fragrance……………