A poem about flowers flying all over the sky 1 The whole poem of Flowers and Flying in the Sky and its significance
"Flowers fly, bloom is full of sky", which comes from Cao Xueqin's Burying Flowers in Qing Dynasty.
"Burying Flowers" Qing Cao Xueqin's original work: Flowers are flying all over the sky. When red disappears, who will have compassion? The spring pavilion floats softly, 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 bloom easily, but they fall hard to find. The person who buried the flowers was worried in front of the steps, and secretly shed tears on the flower hoe alone, and saw blood stains on the branches above.
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! The flower has withered and the wind makes it fly 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 I go to bloom next year, I 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's easy to see in bloom, but hard to find when the flowers 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 fading spring scenery. bloom is 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:
The story of burying flowers comes from A Dream of Red Mansions. Its creative background: A Dream of Red Mansions was born in the late feudal society of China in the18th century. At that time, the Qing government closed its doors to the outside world, and the whole country was intoxicated with the dream of Kanggan prosperous time and Huaxia prosperous time.
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. About the author of "Burying Flowers": Cao Xueqin, whose real name is Zhan, Zi, whose real name, together with Qin Pu, is the author of the Chinese classic Dream of Red Mansions. He is from Tieling, Liaoning, and his ancestral home is Jiangning. Cao Xueqin was born in Zhengbaiqi, the interior office of 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 governor of Emperor Kangxi's class, and also an attendant of the imperial court.
2. Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky.
Funeral Songs in A Dream of Red Mansions
Funeral songs
Flower pavilions are flying all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; 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; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year?
When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest!
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed 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; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence.
Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; 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; There is no sad song for me. I don't know if the flowers have fallen and people have died.
3. Describe the beautiful poems about Bloom.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
The wind is uncertain, people calm down first, and the sunset should be full tomorrow.
It is easy to get the moon near the water, and it is easy to warm bloom in spring.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young.
Falling flowers deliberately follow the water. Running water has no love.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Lonely spring court is empty at night, and the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
I like these poems very much myself ~
4. Whose poem is bloom's flowers falling all over the sky?
Burying flowers and singing songs (the 27th chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions)
Lin Daiyu's flowers are flying all over the sky. Who pity Hong Xiang?
The hairspring floats softly in the spring pavilion ③, and the hair falls ④ and touches the embroidered curtain lightly.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and her sad face is full of nowhere to release;
Hand ⑥ hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and endure ⑥ step on the flowers back and forth?
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw (2), whether peach blossoms float or 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;
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, smothering the flowers in front of the steps;
Only the flower hoe shed tears in the darkness, and blood was seen on the branches above.
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.
Strange slave bottom (4) Things hurt twice? Half out of pity, half out of trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
There was a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May slaves grow wings under their ribs and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If there is no trick, you will hide the wind in the pure land;
It is better to be frank and lenient than to sink into the ditch.
I died today, and I don't know when I will be buried.
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!
(2) The two sentences "Flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky, and the red disappears and the fragrance is broken" may be inspired by Li Heshi's "Spring flies all over the sky" ("Going to the clouds").
(3) [Pavilion] A house built on the stage.
④ Flocculate catkin and Liu Hua.
(5) 【 Nowhere to release 】 Nowhere to send.
6. Take it.
7 [Endure] Endure.
The fruit of elm. Before the elm leaves, its pods are yellowish, like a string of money, commonly known as elm money.
(2) [Wheat Straw] Flowers and plants are fragrant.
(3) 【 Spilling blood on the branches above 】 is related to two legends: First, ChristianRandPhillips cried and tears stained the bamboo branches. So Daiyu was named "Princess Xiaoxiang". Second, Emperor Shu turned the cuckoo into a soul, with blood stained with flowers, and the flowers were azaleas. So the next sentence goes on to say "cuckoo"
(4) [bottom] What, what.
(5) Know where it is, know where it is ... or ...
6. [Xiang Qiu] Xiangfen refers to Hua Zhong. It is personified by flowers, so the next sentence uses "Yan Gu".
⑦ [one (pó u)] one. Because "Changling takes a handful of soil" to represent the excavation of the tomb, later generations (such as Luo in the Tang Dynasty) called this tomb "a handful of soil". It is used here to refer to Hua Zhong.
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The idiom "I" is often used in folk songs of Wu Yuefu.
Attending [divination] prediction.
Distinguish and appreciate
Burying Flowers is Lin Daiyu's masterpiece lamenting her life experience, and it is also an important work by Cao Xueqin to shape this artistic image and show her personality characteristics. It is the same as the author's Daughter of the Lotus. This song, which imitates the songs of the early Tang Dynasty in style, is lyrical and incisive, and it is very successful in art.
This poem is not only sad and sorrowful, but also has a feeling of oppression. "Liu Cong Fang Fei Chang, regardless of peach floating or Li Fei", there is resentment against the cold world, but also attachment to human feelings. "360 days a year, the wind, the sword and the frost are pressing each other hard", isn't that an indictment of the ruthless reality that has persecuted her for a long time? "May slaves have wings 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 lead an honest and clean life than to be trapped in a ditch ",which is the kind of aloof character who is unwilling to be humiliated and polluted and unwilling to bow his head and yield when freedom and happiness are not available." "These are its ideological values.
The style of this poem imitates the poems of the early Tang Dynasty, and it is a popular and popular poetic style, with concise and fluent words, repeated syllables and smooth lyricism. For example, "Flowers change color this year, who will bloom next year" and "Flowers are similar year after year, but people of different ages" in Liu Xiyi's "Waiting for the North Pulsatilla" in the early Tang Dynasty is enough to show that Cao Xueqin used this method in writing "Burying Flowers". As for the plot of burying flowers, in the Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin buried peony flowers on the east bank of the medicine column with a trick, and Xue Qin's grandfather Cao Yin wrote a poem "Burying Peach Blossoms in a Hundred Years", which can also stimulate the author's imagination. However, when A Dream of Red Mansions came out, Daiyu's burial of flowers almost completely replaced similar descriptions in the past, which also showed her artistic success.
Bloom's poems are full of flowers and flowers.
"bloom everywhere" has two sources:
1. Lyrics of the Millennium.
Bloom flowers fall, love comes and goes.
The geese go back and forth, and they don't sleep at the ebb and flow of the tide.
At night, the bright moon dreamed of a beautiful girl, a beauty whose daughter couldn't stay.
I'm used to seeing bloom open again, but I'm afraid of their origin and extinction.
Frozen tears
Fall like a meteor
Whose mind was broken?
Between reincarnation
The dust has been annihilated
A fuzzy face in a dream
Kunlun branch
Jianghu yuan
The flowers are all blooming.
Sigh the world of mortals
Luozhuyan
An immeasurable difference
Love is like the wind.
Love is like smoke.
Pipa has been played for thousands of years.
Jinshengyuan
Next time we fall in love.
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea-time has brought great changes to the world.
Adult year
An ancient sword.
Sever feud
Who awakened the oath?
immediately
Long lost love
Recall the past.
Kunlun branch
Drift away into the distance
Just for your dreams
Secular world
Draw vermilion
Clouds are falling.
Love is hard to get rid of.
Only when there is love can there be love.
Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.
Jinshengyuan
Next time we fall in love.
have deep affection for
Kunlun branch
Drift away into the distance
Just for your dreams
Secular world
Draw vermilion
Clouds are falling.
Love is hard to get rid of.
Only when there is love can there be love.
Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.
Lian Jinsheng
Love in the afterlife
Don't let it linger.
Become parting.
2.
Bury flowers and sing Lin Daiyu
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
Soft hair floats in the spring pavilion, falling hair touches the embroidered curtain?
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy;
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen 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 next year,
However, no one can go to Liang's empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, smothering the flowers 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.
Depression for slave bottom is half pity and half chagrin;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
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 slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind;
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!
6. Where does "Flowers are blooming everywhere" come from?
Lin Daiyu, Poems of Burying Flowers
Flowers fly, flowers wither,
Who pities Hong Xiang?
Soft springs float in the spring pavilion,
Touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk,
Sadness is full of nowhere to release,
Mowing flowers makes embroidered boudoir,
Endure walking back and forth on fallen flowers.
Flowers fly all over the sky
Love has come to love and gone to love;
The geese go back,
The tide rises and falls without sleep;
At night, the moon is bright and beautiful,
It is a kind of beauty that a thousand dollars are hard to stay;
If life is short,
Why is lovesickness hard to break?