Poetry of Daiyu burying flowers
1. When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the flowers when their fragrance disappears? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
In late spring, the fallen flowers were in full bloom. Lin Daiyu took the brocade bag with her, collected the fallen petals, and buried them with tears. The falling flowers here mean the withering of beauty, the passing of youth, and the fall of life. It causes infinite sadness in Daiyu's heart.
2. Just look at the flowers that are left in spring and gradually fall, which is when beauty dies.
As the flowers fall in spring and the beauty ages, Daiyu thinks of her own life experience. Both her parents died and she lived in her grandmother's house. Although Baoyu loves her very much, they can't make the decision between them, and their future destiny may be different. Like this fallen flower, no one pities it. The whole poem is full of tears and complaints, touching the heart and soul, and expresses the sad emotion of the image of falling flowers to the extreme!
Other poems about falling flowers
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine"
Using the falling flowers to express the nameless melancholy of the passing of time and the waning of spring.
I cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red ones! ——Xin Qiji's "Touching for Fish·Can Dispel Several Winds and Rains"
Spring returns in a hurry, implying that time passes too fast, and people grow old with the passing of spring, with unfulfilled ambitions. regret. There is nothing that can be saved when spring is gone, not to mention that now there are "countless fallen reds". One can imagine the poet's feeling of cherishing spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
The sorrow is so deep that even the sorrow of falling flowers cannot be relieved. Behind the scene of the wind and the remaining red leaves flying over the swing, there is a more intense sadness.
When the spring water flows away, it is like heaven and earth. ——Li Yu "Lang Tao Sha Ling? The rain is gurgling outside the curtain"
The falling reds chase the flowing water in the east, and a little heart will die for you. My body is willing to be like a Wushan cloud, flying into the dream soul of Xianlang.
——Dai Shulun's "Lovesickness"