Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty
Original text:
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Translation:
Flowers have withered and withered, and the wind is blowing all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has been lost. Who sympathizes with it? Soft spider silk seems to be broken and connected again, floating among the trees in spring. Catkin scattered all over the sky came with the wind, covered with embroidered curtains. The girl in the boudoir is so sorry for last spring. Full of melancholy, sadness has nowhere to put.
Holding an iron hoe to hoe flowers, I lifted the curtain and walked into the garden. Flowers are everywhere in the garden. How can I stand walking around on them? Flirty catkins, shallow money, only know to show off their own wheatgrass. Whether the peach blossoms fall or the plum blossoms fly. When the earth returns next year, peach trees and plum trees will sprout again. But next year's boudoir, who can be left?
In March of the Spring Festival, swallows pick flowers, and the fragrant bird's nest has just been built. Liang Jianyan, how heartless it is to waste flowers! When the flowers bloom next year, you can still hold flowers and plants. How could you have expected that the owner of the room had already passed away, and the nest had fallen down, leaving only the beams empty. 360 days a year, what a nice day! The cold wind is like a knife, and the frost is like a sword, mercilessly destroying flowers.
How long can bright spring and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is nowhere to be found. It is easy to see when flowers bloom, but difficult to find when they fall. Standing in front of the steps is full of worries. I'm worried about the man who buried the flowers. Holding a flower hoe in his hand, he wept silently. Tears spilled on the empty branches, which were covered with blood.
The cuckoo cried her blood and tears silently, and the sad evening came. I went home with a flower hoe and closed the boudoir door; The cold light shines on the wall, and people have just entered a dream. The faint spring rain hit the window lattice, and the bedding on the bed was still cold. People want to know what makes me so sad today. Half of them cherish the beautiful spring scenery, and the other half resent the passing of spring.
I am glad that spring has suddenly come, but I am depressed that it has left in a hurry. Spring came to the world quietly and left without saying a word. I don't know where outside the hospital last night, there were waves of sad songs. I don't know if it's the soul of a flower or a bird.
Whether it is the soul of flowers or the spirit of birds, it is equally difficult to retain. Ask the bird, the bird is silent, ask the flower, and the flower is shy. I really hope I can give birth to a pair of wings now. Follow the flying flowers and fly to the end of that day.
Even if you fly to the end of heaven and earth, where is the soul burial with fragrant flowers? It is better to use this splendid sachet to restrain your delicate bones. Then pile up a pile of clean soil and bury your peerless romantic life. Your noble body was born innocent and died innocent. Don't let it get a little dirty and be abandoned in that dirty river ditch.
Flowers, you died today, and I'll bury you. Who knows when I, the poor man, suddenly died? I buried flowers today, and people laughed at my infatuation. Who can bury me after I die? If you don't believe me, please look at the withered spring scenery, and the flowers are gradually falling. It was the moment when the maiden died of old age.
Once spring disappears, girls will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and flowers don't know each other!
Extended data:
Burying Flowers is from A Dream of Red Mansions, and its creative background is:
A Dream of Red Mansions was born at the end of China feudal society in the18th century. At that time, the Qing government closed its doors to the outside world, and the whole country was immersed in the dream of Kangxi, Kangxi and Qianlong, and went to China. This period seemed peaceful on the surface, but various social contradictions in the bones were intensifying, and the whole dynasty reached a turning point from prosperity to decline.
During the Kang Yong period, Cao Jiazu Sun San worked in Jiangning for 58 years on behalf of four people. In its heyday, the Cao family had done four large-scale pick-up and drop-off of drivers. Cao Xueqin grew up in Nanjing and experienced a rich aristocratic life in his youth. However, the family gradually declined. In the sixth year of Yongzheng (1728), Cao Xueqin returned to Beijing with his family.
After returning to Beijing, he worked as a handyman in charge of literature and ink in a royal school, "Right-wing Religion". His family was poor and his life was difficult. In his later years, he moved to the western suburbs of Beijing, and his life was even poorer. He is "full of wormwood" and "the whole family often eats porridge and wine on credit". A Dream of Red Mansions was written in poverty after Cao Xueqin went bankrupt. The creation time is from the early years of Qianlong to about thirty years of Qianlong.
Brief introduction of the author of Burying Flowers;
Cao Xueqin, word Zhan, word, name, and Qin Pu are also called the authors of China's classic Dream of Red Mansions. He was born in Jiangning, Tieling, Liaoning, and was born in Zhengbaiqi, the official office of the Qing Dynasty. He is the grandson of Cao Yin and the son of Cao Yong, a weaver girl in Jiangning.
Cao Xueqin experienced a luxurious and romantic life in Nanjing Jiangning Weaving Institute in his early years. Great-grandfather Cao was appointed Jiangning Weaving; Great-grandmother Sun Shi was the nanny of Emperor Kangxi. Grandfather Cao Yin was the squad leader and bodyguard of Emperor Kangxi. Later, he was appointed as Jiangning Weaving, and also served as the inspection station of Huaihe Salt Affairs, which was very popular with Kangxi.
In the sixth year of Yongzheng, the Cao family was robbed of their property because of a deficit, and Cao Xueqin moved back to his former residence in Beijing with his family. Later, he moved to the western suburbs of Beijing and made a living by selling calligraphy and painting and helping his friends. Since then, the Cao family has been devastated and declining. After a major turning point in his life, Cao Xueqin felt that the world was cold and had a clearer and deeper understanding of feudal society.
He despised powerful people, stayed away from officialdom and lived a poor and hard life. Cao Xueqin has an open mind and a wide range of hobbies. He has studied epigraphy, poetry, painting, gardening, Chinese medicine, darning, craft and diet. With perseverance and years of hardships, he finally created a great work with great ideological and artistic quality-A Dream of Red Mansions.
In his later years, Cao Xueqin moved to the western suburbs of Beijing. Life is even poorer, "covered with wormwood" and "the whole family often drinks porridge on credit". ? In the twenty-seventh year of Qianlong, the youngest son died young, fell into excessive sadness and grief, and was bedridden. On New Year's Eve in the 28th year of Qianlong, he died of poverty.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Burying Flowers (Poems in a Dream of Red Mansions)