Jia Baoyu: I was just thinking about it when I saw that the maid had not finished reporting. A teenager came in: wearing a purple crown and a bunch of hair embedded in it. Qi Mei was holding a pearl in one hand, wearing a pair of big red arrow sleeves, a colorful silk flower, a long tassel, azurite and blue satin boots. If the face is like the mid-autumn moon, the color is like spring flowers, the sideburns are cut with knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like eyes. Laugh when you're angry. What is that? See love. There is a golden wreath around her neck, and a colorful silk sash with a beautiful jade tied on it.
Lin Daiyu: Two bends seem to frown, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy. The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.