The Sea of ​​Red Mansions Yan Heqing

The dream of twelve golden hairpins comes into my heart. Mr. Xueqin's pen is like a sharp sword that pierces the soul. Tragedy, tragedy can be seen everywhere. But I don't want this tragedy to happen again, so my Red Mansion has a tenderness as soft as water, a talent for entering and general, and the heroism of an iron horse. I, Jia Rong, Jia Huairuo, wish that this Red Mansion would be peaceful with singing and dancing, and that this world would be a clear sea and river...