What is Lin Daiyu's poem about burying flowers?

< Burying Flowers is Cao Xueqin and Lin Daiyu, the "Princess Xiaoxiang" in it. Because the fallen flowers are sentimental, she collected the flowers and buried them.

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Cao Xueqin

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.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate 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!

I memorized this from scratch. I believe punctuation is seldom wrong.