Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find.
Steal tears with a flower hoe, and look up to the sky and see blood stains with branches.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where there is Xiangshan!
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I died and buried today. 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?
After all, where there is Xiangshan!
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
I don't know!
Burying Flowers is an ancient poem recited by the heroine Lin Daiyu in the 27th novel A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin, a writer in Qing Dynasty. This poem shows Daiyu's spiritual world destroyed by the cold reality, and expresses her anxious experience and confused feelings in the complex struggle between life and death, love and hate through rich and strange imagination, bleak and sad pictures and strong sad emotions. It is the representative of all the lamentations that Lin Daiyu experienced in her life, and it is also an important work by Cao Xueqin to shape the artistic image of Daiyu and show her personality characteristics.
Vernacular Translation of Burying Flowers
The flower has withered and withered, and the wind makes it spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. 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 the 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 many flowers are wasted, how heartless!
When the flowers bloom next year, you can still hold flowers and plants. How can we expect the master to be dead? The lair has fallen down, leaving only Liang Kong.
360 days a year, what a nice day! The cold wind like a knife and the frost like a sword are ruthlessly destroying flowers.
How long can bright spring and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is nowhere to see.
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 romance.
May your noble body live and die clean. 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 will 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!