The third translation of a dream of red mansions! !

A dream of red mansions is already a vernacular Chinese. How can it be white?

Get a white doctor to do it?

Or do you want postmodern style and new culture movement?

Is the English version all right?

Dai-yu was saying yes when suddenly she saw a servant girl come in. "The old lady over there," she said, "has sent word about dinner."

Mrs. Wang hurriedly took Daiyu by the hand, went out of the back door and walked east. After a side door, it is a north-south road. There is a three-part pavilion and a reception hall with colonnade in the south. In the north, stands a huge shadow wall, painted white; Behind it is a very small building, the door is only half as big as the ordinary one.

Mrs. Wang smiled and pointed to Daiyu and said, "This is your cousin Feng's room." . "You will know that you came to her in the future; If you are missing something, remember to tell her that she will do well. "

At the gate of this court, there are also several young people. They recently tied their hair together. They all put their hands at their sides and stood in a respectful posture. Mrs. Wang took Daiyu's hand and walked through an east-west corridor to the backyard of Grandmother Jia. As soon as they entered the inner door, many servants stood there. When they saw Mrs. Wang coming, they set the table and set the chairs.

Jia Zhu's wife, Li E, served the food, Xi Feng set chopsticks, and Mrs. Wang brought the soup in. Grandmother Jia sat alone on the couch in the main room, with four empty chairs on each side.

Xi-feng hurriedly pulled Daiyu and asked her to sit in the first chair on the left, but Daiyu never gave in.

Grandmother Jia said with a smile, "Your aunts and aunts around you don't eat here. You are a guest, so you should sit there."

Only Daiyu asked to sit down and sat in a chair by herself.

Mrs. Wang also followed Mrs. Jia. The three cousins, Yingchun and others, all sat down and finally came up. Yingchun sat first on the right, Zhanchun sat second, and Xichun sat second on the left. The maids stood there with pots and pans in their hands and napkins. Li Furen and Mrs. Feng surrounded the table and advised them what to eat and asked them to help themselves.

Outside the apartment, married women and waiters, this is true, very much; But even a crow can't be heard.

After the meal, each one is served by a maid, and tea is served in a small tea tray; However, the Lins' daughter always thought that in order to be happy and healthy, she should wait for a while after every meal and then drink tea to avoid hurting her intestines. Therefore, when Daiyu realized that there were many habits in this family that were different from hers, she had no choice but to be consistent with them to some extent. The servants took the tea, then came to gargle with bowls, and Daiyu also gargled. When they all washed their hands again, tea was finally served for the second time. This is, finally, tea is for drinking.

"You all go," said Grandmother Jia, "and leave us alone."

Mrs. Wang stood up at once, said a few irrelevant words, and went out with Mrs. Li and Mrs. Feng.

Grandmother Jia asked Daiyu what books to read, and Daiyu said, "I just started reading four books." . "What books are my cousins reading?" Daiyu then asked.

"Book, you say!" Jia Mu said loudly, "Why do they only know a few characters, that's all."

No sooner had this sentence been uttered than I heard footsteps outside, and a servant girl came in to report that Baoyu had come. Daiyu was wondering how this Baoyu could become such a worthless person when she suddenly walked in.

In fact, he is a young man, wearing a lavender gold hat with jewels on his head and tying his hair together. Parallel to his eyebrows is a small circle embroidered with gold, representing two dragons grabbing a pearl. He is wearing a crimson jacket with archery sleeves, and hundreds of butterflies are made of two different colors of gold, dotted with flowers; Wearing a variegated silk belt with clusters of patterns and long tassels; A belt worn in a palace. Generally speaking, he has a Japanese brocade blue tassel coat with eight bouquets of embossed flowers on it; Wearing a pair of overskirt Palace shoes with light blue satin and white background.

His face is like the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival; His skin color is like the morning flowers in spring; The hair along his temple seemed to be cut with a knife; His eyebrows seem to be painted in ink; His nose is like a suspended gallbladder (a well-defined and symmetrical nose); His eyes are like the waves of spring; He even looks like a smile when he is angry; His eyes, even harsh, are full of emotion.

He has a golden dragon necklace with tassels around his neck; There is also a variegated silk thread with a beautiful jade tied on it.

As soon as Daiyu realized his existence, she was surprised. "How strange!" She was thinking in her mind; I seem to have seen him somewhere, because I think his face is very familiar. I saw Baoyu salute the lady dowager. "Go and see your mother, and then come back," said her respectable wife; He turned and left the room at once.

When he came back, he had changed his hat and suit. He has a circle of short hair around his head, braided in pigtails and tied with red silk. The queue gathered in the crown, and all the hair, which had been allowed to grow since he was born, was woven into a thick queue and looked as black and smooth as paint. Between the top of the head and the end of the queue, there is a string of four big pearls with gold pendants, representing eight precious things. On him, he wore a long silver-red coat, more or less old, embroidered with flowers. Necklaces, precious gems, amulets for recording names, amulets and other decorations are still hung around his neck. Below you can see a pair of fir-colored brocade trousers, socks with black patterns and decorative edges, and a pair of crimson platform shoes.

(He is up now.) His face shows a whiter appearance, like a painting, and his eyes seem to be set off with carnations. When he rolled his eyes, his eyes were full of love. He seems to be smiling when he speaks. But the main natural and pleasant features are mainly concentrated in the curve of his eyebrows. One thousand and one feelings cultivated in his life are all gathered in the corner of his eye.

His appearance may be the highest degree of pleasure, but it is not an easy thing to understand.

There are several waltzes written by a later poet, which describe Baoyu very appropriately (imitating the beautiful rhythm of Xijiang Moon).

Compass runs as follows:

Melancholy and passion, no rhythm,

He has become stupid and crazy many times,

His outer self, really, is very good,

But a wild, howling wasted his thoughts:

Confused his brain, he can't see anything;

A fool! Read those reluctant articles!

Behave perversely and have a willful temper;

He doesn't give a damn about human censure.

When he is rich, he doesn't know how to enjoy wealth;