From the poem "The Burial of Flowers" by Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions": "It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a pile of pure soil to cover the wind, the essence comes and goes clean, it is worse than the filth trapped in the canal "Gutter, people who bury flowers today laugh like idiots. Who do you know who will be buried next year?"
The superficial meaning of the poem is: Rather than letting the petals drift and rot in the world, it is better to collect them with a kit. , buried with clean soil, maintaining its delicate posture and romantic temperament. Let it come and go as pure as ice and jade, which is far better than letting it sink into muddy water.