Xiang Ling smiled and said: "I only love Lu Fangweng's poem 'The heavy curtains are not rolled up to retain the fragrance for a long time, and the ancient inkstones are slightly concave to gather more ink'. It is really interesting!" Daiyu said: "No way. Look at this kind of poetry. Because you don't know poetry, you fall in love with it when you see it. Once you enter this pattern, you can't learn it. Just listen to me. If you really want to learn it, I have "Wang Mojie" here. "Complete Works", you should read a hundred of his five-character rhymes and study them carefully, then read one or two hundred of Lao Du's seven-character rhymes, and then read one or two hundred of Li Qinglian's seven-character rhymes. I first have these three people as a foundation, and then I take a look at Tao Yuanming, Ying Jue, Xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and others. You are an extremely smart person. You don’t have to worry about it for a year. No longer a poet!" After hearing this, Xiang Ling said with a smile: "In that case, good girl, just take this book out to me and I'll take it back and read a few poems at night." Daiyu heard about it. He ordered Zijuan to bring Wang Youcheng's Five Character Rhythm, handed it to Xiangling, and said: "You just see that the ones with red circles are all chosen by me. If there is one, read one. If you don't understand, ask your girl; or If you meet me, I will tell you." Xiangling took the poems and returned to Hengwu Garden, ignoring everything else and just reading them one by one under the lamp. Baochai urged her to sleep several times, but she didn't sleep. Seeing how hard she worked, Baochai had no choice but to let her go.
Tao Yuanming, Ying Jue, Xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and others