Dream of the Red Chamber narrates how a grand household with a large population and a high GDP figure decayed and collapsed.
During its heyday, a splendid banquet was held at a luxury and spacious pavilion built on a lily pool, with steamed crabs as the main course and a writers’ festival as the core activity, organized by the poets club with members mainly from the literature-loving teenagers within the family. Inspired by the rich tip-of-the-tongue experience, three principal characters in the novel composed three poems about crabs.
Note: The excerpt of the poems in Chinese as shown below may not be entirely faithful to the original text in the masterpiece.
Poem by Jia Baoyu
Jia Baoyu was a teenage boy living in privilege but ungrateful and rebellious. He did not appreciate what he enjoyed and fancied being born as a servant girl. (Taiwan)
In your greed, you forget how hard it is to digest,
You indulge in the sauce of sour and pungent.
You shower it on your prey,
From which you chew the flesh away.
You never progress straight ahead,
But block other people’s way like a crab.
With no heart nor spine,
You celebrate cannibalism with a cup of wine.
Poem on Crab by Lin Daiyu
Lin Daiyu was a teenage girl and treated like a princess in the family, yet she forever felt self-pity and never stopped whinging. (Hong Kong)
An ink painting by Xu Wei, a Ming Dynasty artist
Inside your sharp pincers,
Packed meat is so smooth,
Purer than white jewels.
Under your thick surface,
Piled together in abundance.
How awesome it is with eight legs,
You crawl faster than anyone else.
But in your long spears and iron armour,
You meet your fate sent by your karma.
I like the poem though. 😊
All Things Chinese
Don’t you think crabs behave like some politicians and media guys? 😛
You mean crabs and politicians are bottom feeders?
All Things Chinese
They have sharp pincers for attack and thick shells for defense.
Poem by Xue Baochai
Xue Baochai’s background was relatively humble compared to Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. Her family was rich but her brother was a gambler. Yet she cherished the spirit of gratitude and joy, thus she was respected and liked by everyone in the household except a few jealous souls. (Macau)
The path stretches before your very eyes,
But you can’t tell between straight and crosswise.
Under your strong and illustrious mask,
You are actually empty inside with no heart.
To purge your toxic smell,
We’ll use the chrysanthemums’ spell;
To prevent your chill effect,
We’ll get ginger for help.
When you preyed on others this spring,
Did you ever imagine what autumn might bring?
Soon your presence can no longer be found,
Only the moonlight illuminates the land around.
In the season of harvest,
We’ll gather to toast.
Along the Long Peace Avenue,
The celebration shall renew.