Why Lin Daiyu Buried Flowers in Dream of Red Mansions and Full Text of "Burying Flowers

Daiyu most compassionate flowers, feel that after the flowers fall buried in the soil is the cleanest, showing that she has a unique insight into the beauty. She wrote the words of burying the flowers, to flower metaphor themselves to the Jiafu and even the whole feudal society as a dirty slush, she is not willing to sink, but also powerless to get rid of the evil forces of feudalism. Pity flowers is pity themselves, she saw the flowers withered as if she saw their own future Daiyu funeral chant from the Dream of the Red Chamber 27 "Dicui Pavilion Yang Fei play colorful butterflies burying incense mound Flying Swallow weeping remnants of the red" Full text: flower flew flowers full of days, red fade incense broken who pity?

The silk is softly tied to the spring pavilion, and the flakes are lightly stained on the embroidered curtains.

Willow silk and elm pods are very beautiful, no matter how many peaches and plums are floating in the air.

Peach and plum will be back next year, but who will be in your room next year?

The nest is already built in March, but the swallows are too merciless.

The next year's flowers can be pecked at, but the nest is empty.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the winds and frosts and swords are forced on us,

How long can we be bright and beautiful,

and how long will it take for us to find our way around?

Flower blossoms are easy to see and hard to find,

Leaning alone on the flower hoe, tears were spilled, spilled on the empty branches to see the blood marks.

The azalea is silent at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the door.

The green lamp shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window, but the blanket is not yet warm.

Blame on you, half pitying and half annoying the spring:

Pitying the spring is suddenly annoying, and there are no words to go without hearing.

Last night there was a sad song outside the court, I know it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always hard to stay, the bird has no words and the flower is ashamed of itself.

I wish I had wings under my arms to fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill?

If I can't find a bag to hold all my beautiful bones, I can hide them in a shovelful of earth.

The quality of the original clean and also clean to go, strong in the dirt in the ditch.

When you die, you will be buried, but I don't know when you will die.

When you bury a flower, you'll be laughed at, but when you do, you'll know who you're burying.

Watch the flowers fall in the spring, when your face will die of old age.

Once the spring is over, the flowers will fall and the people will die.