Looking for sadness and hatred for no reason sometimes seems crazy.
Even if you are born with good skin, your stomach is rough.
Down and out, stupid people read articles.
Behavior is far away and perverse, which is a slander on the world.
Being rich does not know happiness, but being poor is miserable.
Unfortunately, we failed to live up to the good times, and there is no hope for our home country.
The world is incompetent first, unparalleled in ancient and modern times.
Sending a message with a plaster beam will not affect this shape.
The conclusion is "Alas, stop the machine"
Alas, stop the machine, poor talent;
The jade belt hangs down the forest, and the golden hairpin buries the snow.
This song is about Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu.
Conclusion "Every bird comes from the last days"
All the birds from the last days know that they love this life.
Obeying two orders, three people were in a daze, and crying to Jinling was even more sad.
This song is about Wang Xifeng.
Final subject error
All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the crystal snow in the mountains, I will never forget the lonely forest of my fairy sister. Sighing that there is a fly in the ointment in the world, even Qi Mei's case is hard to come to the end.
This song is about Baoyu, Baochai and Daiyu.
Eyebrows are white
One is Xian Fanpa in Yuen Long, and the other is Mei Yu's unreasonable behavior. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty? One speaks in vain, and the other cares nothing; One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. How many tears can you have in your eyes? How does autumn flow to the end of winter and spring flow to summer?
This song is dedicated to Baoyu and Daiyu.
Smart and tired
The agency is too clever to calculate the so-called life. Heartbroken before death, ethereal after death. It would be better to have money at home. In the end, the family dispersed and everyone died. This is a waste of time and a half-life heart; Night is like a dream. Suddenly like the first floor, suddenly like Yi Deng. Ah! A hard and sad. Sigh the world, it's hard to decide!
This song was sung by Wang Xifeng.
Lin Daiyu's funeral speech
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring trees are floating, and the falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain.
My daughter in the boudoir is sad and sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
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 bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
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 hoe returned to cover the door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half 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?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
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!
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.