Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy;
Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again?
Willow and elm belong to Fang Fei, regardless of Taofu 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;
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;
I hoe flowers alone and shed tears in the dark, only to find blood 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.
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?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
2. Translation
Flowers wither and fly, flying all over the sky; The bright red color faded and the fragrant smell disappeared. Who cares?
Floating spider silk is tied together softly and flutters in front of the terrace in spring; The flying catkins gently touched one place and pounced on the gorgeous curtains.
The girl in the boudoir pities the Spring Festival Gala, and her heart is filled with melancholy thoughts, and there is nowhere to send her away.
I walked out of the embroidered curtain with a hoe in my hand to bury the fallen flowers. How can I bear to walk around on fallen flowers?
Wicker and elm money are so fragrant and luxuriant that they can't control the falling of peach blossoms and plum blossoms!
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms will bloom again next year. Who knows about the boudoir next year?
In March, the bird's nest with fragrant petals has just been built, and the swallows between the beams are so heartless!
Flowers will bloom next year, even if they peck at the nest; But I don't know that people have left, the beam is empty, and the nest has fallen!
360 days a year, the cold wind is like a knife, and the frost is like a sword, forcing flowers.
Even if the flowers are gorgeous again, how long can they last? One day, it will wander and be hard to find.
It is easy to see when flowers bloom, but difficult to find when they fall; I was heartbroken on the steps, a man who buried the fallen flowers.
I was holding a hoe with flowers in my hand, and my tears slipped secretly, and blood stains appeared on the branches all over the sky.
The cuckoo no longer crows, it is dusk; I went back to my room with a flower-burying hoe and covered a heavy vermicelli door.
The green oil lamp reflected the wall, and I just fell asleep; Cold raindrops are beating against the window, and my quilt is not warm yet.
Blame me. Why am I doubly sad? Partly because of pity for spring, partly because of complaining about spring.
Pity the sudden arrival of spring and blame its sudden departure; I was silent when I came, and I couldn't hear when I left.
I heard a sad song outside the yard last night. I don't know if it's the soul of a flower or a bird.
The soul of flowers and birds is always difficult to stay, birds are naturally silent, and flowers are naturally shy.
I hope a pair of wings will grow under my ribs and fly to the end of the sky with the falling flowers.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is better to put away the beautiful remains of fallen flowers in bags made of brocade; Bury this peerless romance with a clean mud.
The quality of flowers used to be clean, and it is still clean now; Don't let it sink in the ditch.
Fallen flower, you die today, I will converge and bury; I can't predict when I will die.
I buried flowers today, and people laughed at my infatuation; How do you know who buried me in 2008?
Please see, when spring goes and flowers fall, it is the time when beautiful girls get old.
Wait until one day spring has passed and the beautiful girl is old; At that time, flowers blossomed and people went to the building, and there was no way to know!
Extended data
Dai Yu Buries Flowers is a classic fragment in the literary masterpiece A Dream of Red Mansions. Lin Daiyu is the most pitiful flower, thinking that flowers are the cleanest buried in the soil after falling, which shows that she has a unique view on beauty. She wrote a funeral poem, comparing herself to a flower, which is one of the most beautiful poems in A Dream of Red Mansions. A conversation between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu when they buried flowers became the swan song of a misunderstanding between lovers in A Dream of Red Mansions.
Song of Burying Flowers is the representative of all the sad songs that Lin Daiyu encountered in her life, and it is also an important work by Cao Xueqin to shape this artistic image and show her personality characteristics.
Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Daiyu Buries Flowers