There is an ancient poem that even the flowers have withered and thought it was their own fault. Who wrote this?

Dai Yu's Poems of Burying Flowers in A Dream of Red Mansions

Bury flowers

The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.

Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, and red incense is pitiless.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring and looks sad.

Hand hoes out embroidered curtains, and bears falling flowers again and again.

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;

You can send peaches and plums again next year, but who knows next year's boudoir?

At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.

Although you can peck flowers next year, it is impossible for people to go to an empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;

When can it be aboveboard? Once you wander, it's hard to find it.

Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and he is worried about killing the flower burying man in front of the steps;

Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.

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.

Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was the soul of flowers and birds.

The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of being wordless.

May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.

The day is over! Where is Xiangshan?

If the trick is not to collect beautiful bones, a bad pure land will cover up the wind.

Clean up the quality, clean it up, and don't let the pollution sink into the ditch.

I'm going to die and be buried today. I don't know when Nong will die

The person who buried the flowers today is stupid, but he knew who it was when he buried the flowers in 2008.

Let's watch the spring flowers fade, that is, when the beauty dies of old age,

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!