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Literary common sense Cao Xueqin

1. What is the literary common sense and main content of A Dream of Red Mansions?

Cao Xueqin, a Dream of Red Mansions, is a novelist in Qing Dynasty.

Main content: The novel takes the love tragedy of Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai as the main line, and describes the ups and downs of the four families "Jia, Shi, Wang and Xue", showing a broad vision of social life and full of colorful secular human feelings.

When Cao Xueqin wrote this book, he used the technique of "homophonic implication". He named the four Jia sisters "Ying Chun" and "Chun", which are homophonic "Yuan Tan". When Jia Baoyu wandered in the dreamland, the police fairy called him the tea "Thousand Red Cave", which was the homonym of "Thousand Red Crys", and the wine "Wan Yan shared the same cup", which was the homonym of "Wan Yan shared the same sorrow". This technique almost runs through the book.

Main events: 1, Wang Fengjie's influence in Tiejian Temple; 2. Lin Daiyu burned the manuscript and broke her infatuation; 3. The gourd monk arbitrarily sentenced the gourd case; Grandma Liu walked into the Grand View Garden for the first time. ...

Main characters and personality characteristics:

Lin Daiyu: aloof, naive and straightforward, despising fame and fortune, she is a feudal rebel with Baoyu.

Wang Xifeng: smart and capable, the actual housekeeper of the Jia family, he tried his best to change the situation and be vicious;

Jia Baoyu: a feudal rebel. He hated the official way of feudal society and opposed the feudal moral concept of "men are superior to women";

Xue Baochai: Good looks, smooth muscles and graceful manners. She was keen on "career economy" and advised Baoyu to be an official. She abides by feudal women's virtue, is quite shrewd, can win the hearts of the people and is praised by the Jia family.

2. Literary knowledge about A Dream of Red Mansions

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Who has pity when flowers are buried and flowers are flying all over the sky? The gossamer floats in the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.

Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Zhongyan is too heartless.

Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.

When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps.

I hoe flowers alone and shed tears in the dark, only to find blood on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.

The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm. Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble.

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.

May Nong have wings under his wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.

There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. The peerless genius of the twelve women in Jinling couldn't be defeated by crying a thousand times, but Wan Yan was doomed to have the same sad past life.

The stone that shocked the world is just a stone that can't mend the sky. The red chamber collapsed, woke up and shattered, and the clouds of Deng Qing's ancient Buddha may not be empty. Holding the scriptures, Cao Xueqin was full of bitterness. There is no dream in the red chamber, only a dream shadow is left. First, Baihaitang limited the door basin to faint, the cold grass in the setting sun brought heavy doors, and the moss was full of rain basins.

Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget. My heart is weak, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.

Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late. Baochai cherished Fang Zi's posture, covered the door during the day, and joined hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.

Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul. Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.

If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting. Baoyu's autumn color reflects the heavy door, and the seven balances become a full basin of snow.

Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul. The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and the rain adds a tear.

Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk. Daiyu half-rolled the curtain and half-covered the door, grinding ice into earth jade as a basin.

Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.

Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night. A fairy from Xiangyun went down to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.

Naturally, frost moths prefer cold, and their souls leave Guan Qian. Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.

But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache. Secondly, the terrace leads to Robbie Gate, which is also suitable for corners and basins.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because they are happy and clean, and people are easy to break their souls because of autumn sadness. Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.

The dark color wants to persuade Chang 'e, and the night is dim in the empty corridor. Second, the chrysanthemum poem recalls the chrysanthemum-a meditation on the west wind, and it is heartbroken when it is red and white.

There is no trace of the old garden in autumn, and the moon is bright and the frost is clear. Dreaming of missing, traveling with geese. I sat listening to the evening anvil. Who pity me for my yellow flower disease and comfort me for seeing you again in Chongyang?

Planting chrysanthemums-Hongyi's son brought the autumn garden, so he planted it in front of the fence. I didn't expect to survive the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost today.

Autumn scenery wrote thousands of poems and got drunk with a glass of ice. Fill the spring with mud to protect it, and you will know that the well diameter is dust-free.

Playing the piano and thinking about wine for an old friend in the summer of chrysanthemum pillow is enjoyable, and several cases are tingting and secluded. Every other seat is divided into three roads, and the book thrower faces the autumn.

First frost made a new dream by clearing the paper account, and the cold sunset in the nursery recalled the past. In a world that is proud of the same smell, the spring breeze will not stay for a long time.

Painting chrysanthemums-I don't know how crazy the pen is after Heng's poem, so it's a contest between Dan Qing and Fei. Pick leaves and splash them into thousands of ink, and save flowers to dye a few traces of frost.

The light and thick god will shadow in front of the wind, and the fragrance at the bottom of the wrist will be born in autumn. Don't admit Dongli is idle, stick to the screen to chat and comfort Chongyang.

Chrysanthemum-banana bottle is busy with fence planting every day, so I take a rest in front of the mirror. Chang' an childe loves flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is addicted to alcohol.

The short temples are cold and exposed in three ways, and the kudzu towel is dyed with nine autumn cream. When you are in high spirits, clap your hands and laugh at the roadside.

Chrysanthemum dream-Xiaoxiang Yuji feels that the fence is clear in autumn, and the clouds and the moon are unclear. To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.

When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. When you wake up, who to complain to, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite.

Appreciating Chrysanthemum-Hony's son tried it when he was in first frost, and the medicine in his cup was kept for a long time. Who planted it in first frost a month ago? I don't care about the fence outside the threshold.

Wax is far away, and cold songs are not enough. If the yellow flower pities the poet, it will not hang the pole today.

Summer old friends' chrysanthemum pillows were moved to a garden that was more expensive than gold, one cluster was shallow and the other was deep. Sitting on the fence, sitting on your head, kneeling in the Leng Xiang.

It's even more arrogant, as if I were the only confidant. It is better to cherish every inch of yin than to waste time and live up to his expectations.

Chanting chrysanthemums-Princess Xiaoxiang's rogue poem demon unconsciously invaded, bent over the fence and sank. There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin. A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.

Ask Chrysanthemum-Princess Xiaoxiang wants to know about the autumn mood, mumbling to knock on the east fence. Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it?

Ju Ying, an old friend of Zhen Xia, has many intersections and sneaked in three ways. The window is separated by sparse lights to trace the distance, and the fence screen breaks the moon lock exquisitely.

Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, and frost seal is vivid and dreamy. Take care of the faint fragrance, don't step on it, you won't recognize it when you are drunk.

Canruo.