"The themes for the verses," she advised her, "mustn"t also be too out-of-the-way. Just search the works of old writers, and where will you find any eccentric and peculiar subjects, or any extra difficult metre!
If the subject be too much out-of-the-way and the metre too difficult, one cannot get good verses. In a word, we are a mean lot and our verses are certain, I fear, to consist of mere repet.i.tions. Nor is it advisable for us to aim at excessive originality. The first thing for us to do is to have our ideas clear, as our language will then not be commonplace.
In fact, this sort of thing is no vital matter; spinning and needlework are, in a word, the legitimate duties of you and me. Yet, if we can at any time afford the leisure, it"s only right and proper that we should take some book, that will benefit both body and mind, and read a few chapters out of it."
Hsiang-yun simply signified her a.s.sent. "I"m now cogitating in my mind,"
she then laughingly remarked, "that as the verses we wrote yesterday treated of begonias, we should, I think, compose on this occasion some on chrysanthemums, eh? What do you say?"
"Chrysanthemums are in season," Pao-ch"ai replied. "The only objection to them is that too many writers of old have made them the subject of their poems."
"I also think so," Hsiang-yun added, "so that, I fear, we shall only be following in their footsteps."
After some reflection, Pao-ch"ai exclaimed, "I"ve hit upon something! If we take, for the present instance, the chrysanthemums as a secondary term, and man as the primary, we can, after all, select several themes.
But they must all consist of two characters: the one, an empty word; the other, a full one. The full word might be chrysanthemums; while for the empty one, we might employ some word in general use. In this manner, we shall, on one hand, sing the chrysanthemum; and, on the other, compose verses on the theme. And as old writers have not written much in this style, it will be impossible for us to drift into the groove of their ideas. Thus in versifying on the scenery and in singing the objects, we will, in both respects, combine originality with liberality of thought."
"This is all very well," smiled Hsiang-yun. "The only thing is what kind of empty words will, I wonder, be best to use? Just you first think of one and let me see."
Pao-ch"ai plunged in thought for a time, after which she laughingly remarked: "Dream of chrysanthemums is good."
"It"s positively good!" Hsiang-yun smiled. "I"ve also got one: "the Chrysanthemum shadow," will that do?"
"Well enough," Pao-ch"ai answered, "the only objection is that people have written on it; yet if the themes are to be many, we might throw this in. I"ve got another one too!"
"Be quick, and tell it!" Hsiang-yun urged.
"What do you say to "ask the Chrysanthemums?"" Pao-ch"ai observed.
Hsiang-yun clapped her hand on the table. "Capital," she cried. "I"ve thought of one also." She then quickly continued, "It is, search for chrysanthemums; what"s your idea about it?"
Pao-ch"ai thought that too would do very well. "Let"s choose ten of them first," she next proposed; "and afterwards note them down!"
While talking, they rubbed the ink and moistened the pens. These preparations over, Hsiang-yun began to write, while Pao-ch"ai enumerated the themes. In a short time, they got ten of them.
"Ten don"t form a set," Hsiang-yun went on to smilingly suggest, after reading them over. "We"d better complete them by raising their number to twelve; they"ll then also be on the same footing as people"s pictures and books."
Hearing this proposal, Pao-ch"ai devised another couple of themes, thus bringing them to a dozen. "Well, since we"ve got so far," she pursued, "let"s go one step further and copy them out in their proper order, putting those that are first, first; and those that come last, last."
"It would be still better like that," Hsiang-yun acquiesced, "as we"ll be able to make up a "chrysanthemum book.""
"The first stanza should be: "Longing for chrysanthemums,"" Pao-chai said, "and as one cannot get them by wishing, and has, in consequence, to search for them, the second should be "searching for chrysanthemums."
After due search, one finds them, and plants them, so the third must be: "planting chrysanthemums." After they"ve been planted, they, blossom, and one faces them and enjoys them, so the fourth should be "facing the chrysanthemums." By facing them, one derives such excessive delight that one plucks them and brings them in and puts them in vases for one"s own delectation, so the fifth must be "placing chrysanthemums in vases." If no verses are sung in their praise, after they"ve been placed in vases, it"s tantamount to seeing no point of beauty in chrysanthemums, so the sixth must be "sing about chrysanthemums." After making them the burden of one"s song, one can"t help representing them in pictures. The seventh place should therefore be conceded to "drawing chrysanthemums." Seeing that in spite of all the labour bestowed on the drawing of chrysanthemums, the fine traits there may be about them are not yet, in fact, apparent, one impulsively tries to find them out by inquiries, so the eighth should be "asking the chrysanthemums." As any perception, which the chrysanthemums might display in fathoming the questions set would help to make the inquirer immoderately happy, the ninth must be "pinning the chrysanthemums in the hair." And as after everything has been accomplished, that comes within the sphere of man, there will remain still some chrysanthemums about which something could be written, two stanzas on the "shadow of the chrysanthemums," and the "dream about chrysanthemums" must be tagged on as numbers ten and eleven. While the last section should be "the withering of the chrysanthemums" so as to bring to a close the sentiments expressed in the foregoing subjects. In this wise the fine scenery and fine doings of the third part of autumn, will both alike be included in our themes."
Hsiang-yun signified her approval, and taking the list she copied it out clean. But after once more pa.s.sing her eye over it, she went on to inquire what rhymes should be determined upon.
"I do not, as a rule, like hard-and-fast rhymes," Pao-ch"ai retorted.
"It"s evident enough that we can have good verses without them, so what"s the use of any rhymes to shackle us? Don"t let us imitate that mean lot of people. Let"s simply choose our subject and pay no notice to rhymes. Our main object is to see whether we cannot by chance hit upon some well-written lines for the sake of fun. It isn"t to make this the means of subjecting people to perplexities."
"What you say is perfectly right," Hsiang-yun observed. "In this manner our poetical composition will improve one step higher. But we only muster five members, and there are here twelve themes. Is it likely that each one of us will have to indite verses on all twelve?"
"That would be far too hard on the members!" Pao-ch"ai rejoined. "But let"s copy out the themes clean, for lines with seven words will have to be written on every one, and stick them to-morrow on the wall for general perusal. Each member can write on the subject which may be most in his or her line. Those, with any ability, may choose all twelve.
While those, with none, may only limit themselves to one stanza. Both will do. Those, however, who will show high mental capacity, combined with quickness, will be held the best. But any one, who shall have completed all twelve themes, won"t be permitted to hasten and begin over again; we"ll have to fine such a one, and finish."
"Yes, that will do," a.s.sented Hsiang-yun. But after settling everything satisfactorily, they extinguished the lamp and went to bed.
Reader, do you want to know what subsequently took place? If you do, then listen to what is contained in the way of explanation in the following chapter.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
Lin Hsiao-Hsiang carries the first prize in the poems on chrysanthemums.
Hsueh Heng-wu chaffs Pao-yu by composing verses in the same style as his on the crabs.
After Pao-ch"ai and Hsiang-yun, we will now explain, settled everything in their deliberations, nothing memorable occurred, the whole night, which deserves to be put on record.
The next day, Hsiang-yun invited dowager lady Chia and her other relatives to come and look at the olea flowers. Old lady Chia and every one else answered that as she had had the kind attention to ask them, they felt it their duty to avail themselves of her gracious invitation, much though they would be putting her to trouble and inconvenience. At twelve o"clock, therefore, old lady Chia actually took with her Madame w.a.n.g and lady Feng, as well as Mrs. Hsueh and other members of her family whom she had asked to join them, and repaired into the garden.
"Which is the best spot?" old lady Chia inquired.
"We are ready to go wherever you may like, dear senior," Madame w.a.n.g ventured in response.
"A collation has already been spread in the Lotus Fragrance Arbour,"
lady Feng interposed. "Besides, the two olea plants, on that hill, yonder, are now lovely in their full blossom, and the water of that stream is jade-like and pellucid, so if we sit in the pavilion in the middle of it, won"t we enjoy an open and bright view? It will be refreshing too to our eyes to watch the pool."
"Quite right!" a.s.sented dowager lady Chia at this suggestion; and while expressing her approbation, she ushered her train of followers into the Arbour of Lotus Fragrance.
This Arbour of Lotus Fragrance had, in fact, been erected in the centre of the pool. It had windows on all four sides. On the left and on the right, stood covered pa.s.sages, which spanned the stream and connected with the hills. At the back, figured a winding bridge.
As the party ascended the bamboo bridge, lady Feng promptly advanced and supported dowager lady Chia. "Venerable ancestor," she said, "just walk boldly and with confident step; there"s nothing to fear; it"s the way of these bamboo bridges to go on creaking like this."
Presently, they entered the arbour. Here they saw two additional bamboo tables, placed beyond the bal.u.s.trade. On the one, were arranged cups, chopsticks and every article necessary for drinking wine. On the other, were laid bamboo utensils for tea, a tea-service and various cups and saucers. On the off side, two or three waiting-maids were engaged in fanning the stove to boil the water for tea. On the near side were visible several other girls, who were trying with their fans to get a fire to light in the stove so as to warm the wines.
"It was a capital idea," dowager lady Chia hastily exclaimed laughingly with vehemence, "to bring tea here. What"s more, the spot and the appurtenances are alike so spick and span!"
"These things were brought by cousin Pao-ch"ai," Hsiang-yun smilingly explained, "so I got them ready."
"This child is, I say, so scrupulously particular," old lady Chia observed, "that everything she does is thoroughly devised."
As she gave utterance to her feelings, her attention was attracted by a pair of scrolls of black lacquer, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, suspended on the pillars, and she asked Hsiang-yun to tell her what the mottoes were.
The text she read was:
Snapped is the shade of the hibiscus by the fragrant oar of a boat homeward bound.
Deep flows the perfume of the lily and the lotus underneath the bamboo bridge.
After listening to the motto, old lady Chia raised her head and cast a glance upon the tablet; then turning round: "Long ago, when I was young," she observed, addressing herself to Mrs. Hsueh, "we likewise had at home a pavilion like this called "the Hall reclining on the russet clouds," or some other such name. At that time, I was of the same age as the girls, and my wont was to go day after day and play with my sisters there. One day, I, unexpectedly, slipped and fell into the water, and I had a narrow escape from being drowned; for it was after great difficulty, that they managed to drag me out safe and sound. But my head was, after all, b.u.mped about against the wooden nails; so much so, that this hole of the length of a finger, which you can see up to this day on my temple, comes from the bruises I sustained. All my people were in a funk that I"d be the worse for this ducking and continued in fear and trembling lest I should catch a chill. "It was dreadful, dreadful!" they opined, but I managed, little though every one thought it, to keep in splendid health."
Lady Feng allowed no time to any one else to put in a word; but antic.i.p.ating them: "Had you then not survived, who would now be enjoying these immense blessings!" she smiled. "This makes it evident that no small amount of happiness and long life were in store for you, venerable ancestor, from your very youth up! It was by the agency of the spirits that this hole was knocked open so that they might fill it up with happiness and longevity! The old man Shou Hsing had, in fact, a hole in his head, which was so full of every kind of blessing conducive to happiness and long life that it bulged up ever so high!"