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Baiyimei
Moral: In a snowy area, the blood of the people of the Central Plains slaughtered by the Qing soldiers is like red berries in full bloom in Meiyuan. In Jia's home, a group of delicious babies are facing the scene of enjoying venison. The venison smells fragrant, and the smoke at the bottom of the pen floats for thousands of years. Appetizing venison affects the temperament and life of Yingying and Yanyan in the Red Chamber.

From: The Forty-ninth Story of a Dream of Red Mansions: Coloured Glass World, Snow, Red Plum, Pink, Xiangwa.

Content summary:

Mrs. Xing's brother and sister-in-law took their daughter Xing Xiuyan to Beijing, and Lu Yu's widowed aunt Li Wan took her two daughters Wen Li and Li Qi, and Baochai's cousin Bao Qin to live in the Grand View Garden. Xiangyun was also left behind by Jia Mu, and the garden was full of excitement. Baoyu found that the relationship between Daiyu and Baochai had improved and asked Daiyu what was going on. Daiyu mentioned that there seems to be less tears this year.

When it snows, everyone is going to set up a poetry club, which happens to have fresh venison. Xiangyun, Baoyu, etc. roasted with fire in Xue Lu Temple, and Daiyu also made fun of them. Xiangyun said that only in this way can she be grateful.

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Glass world, there are snow and red berries. The scenery of writing Xuehongmei is beautiful, and all the scenery is affectionate. From the content point of view, it seems to write about the beautiful scenery of the Red Phoenix in Xue Baoqin standing in the snow. In fact, this white snow and this red plum all refer to wonderful jade.

Miaoyu is in Buddhism, aloof and proud, and her body and mind are white, which can be described as a glass world. But she lives in an unbearable world. She is as beautiful as an orchid, as beautiful as a red plum, and her heart is more like a red plum. Although she is in Buddhism, she is a girl with her own desire and pursuit of love, just like red plum in the snow, blooming in cold and loneliness.