Daiyu cherishes flowers the most and feels that it is cleanest to bury them in the soil after they fall, which shows that she has a unique view of beauty. She wrote the poem "Burial of Flowers", using flowers as a metaphor for herself, which is one of the most beautiful poems in "Dream of Red Mansions". When the flowers fade and fly all over the sky, who can pity them? The spring pavilions are tied with soft gossamers, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sorrow and nowhere to go; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtains with her hands, and endures Stepping on fallen flowers back and forth? Willow silk and elm pods are blooming, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms; peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who knows who will be in the boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows between the beams are so ruthless! Although the flowers can be pecked next year, they will fall in love with the empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost, and sword force each other; How long can the bright and fresh flowers last? Once they wander, it is difficult to find them. It is easy to see the flowers fall when they bloom. It's hard to find, and the person who buries the flowers is killed in front of the steps; I hoe the flowers alone and shed my tears secretly, and sprinkle them on the empty branches to see traces of blood. The cuckoo is speechless. It's dusk, and the man with the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; The green lamp shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window and quilt. Weiwen. What happened to the strange slave is doubly distressing? Half pity for spring and half annoyed for spring: I feel pity for spring and then go away without saying a word. Last night, a sad song was heard outside the court. Do you know whether it is the soul of flowers or the soul of birds? The flowers are ashamed of themselves; I wish my slaves would grow wings and follow the flowers to fly to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a handful of pure soil to cover the wind; the quality is originally clean and comes and goes, It is better than being buried in filthy ditches. If you die now, you will be buried. I don’t know when you will be buried. If you bury flowers today, you will laugh like crazy. Who will you bury next year? Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it! Regarding the burning of poems, Baoyu was kept in the dark at that time and was engaged to Baochai. There was a lot of fun playing and playing outside, but in comparison, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was desolate. Jia's mother ignored Daiyu's physical condition and only held happy events. When Daiyu learned the news that Baoyu and Baochai were engaged, she felt sad in her heart. Her tears dried up, her heart was exhausted, her fate was gone, and her heart grew colder. day. At this time, Daiyu opened her eyes, and Zijuan was alone, falling into complete despair. She struggled beside the bed, ruthlessly tearing up the old handkerchief and the silk with poems written on it that Baoyu had given her. She also asked Xueyan to light a lantern and put it on the brazier. They were caught in the fire and stomped on the ground, but not much was left.
The furnace was strong, and what was burned was Daiyu's worldly relationship, leaving behind Baoyu's loneliness... Daiyu's passing away from this world accelerated the outcome of Baoyu's tragedy...