Funeral songs
Author: Cao Xueqin
Flowers fade, flowers fly 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 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 are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people 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.
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! —— elevation schoolbook
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
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 flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again?
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with 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 threatening.
How long can it be glamorous? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and people 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.
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 the soul of flowers and birds.
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't collect your beautiful bones, a pure land will cover up your romantic life!
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 person who buried the flowers today smiled, but who did he know in 2008?
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! -Jiaxuben
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
In the curtain, the daughter cherishes the spring ink, and there is nowhere to tell her sadness.
Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again?
Willow pods come from wheat straw, whether the peach floats or the willow flies.
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 threatening.
How long can it be glamorous? Once wandering, 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.
Only hoe incense and shed tears, sprinkle flowers and see 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.
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 the soul of flowers and birds.
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May slaves grow wings and fly to the end of the sky 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 died today. I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die.
The slave who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he know when he buried the slave?
Let's see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is time for the beauty to die of old age!
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. -Zhou school-based
Burying Flowers is an ancient poem recited by the heroine Lin Daiyu in the 27th novel A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin, a writer in Qing Dynasty. This poem shows Daiyu's spiritual world destroyed by the cold reality, and expresses her anxious experience and confused feelings in the complex struggle between life and death, love and hate through rich and strange imagination, bleak and sad pictures and strong sad emotions. It is the representative of all the lamentations that Lin Daiyu experienced in her life, and it is also an important work by Cao Xueqin to shape the artistic image of Daiyu and show her personality characteristics.
About the author:
Cao Xueqin (about1765438+May 28, 2005-about1February 763 12) was a novelist in Qing Dynasty. Word exhibition, word, number snow Qin, number piano score, Cao Xueqin has an open mind and a wide range of hobbies. He has studied epigraphy, poetry, painting, gardening, Chinese medicine, darning, craft and diet. With perseverance and years of hardships, he finally created a great work with great ideological and artistic quality-A Dream of Red Mansions.