Cao Xueqin's Burial Flower Poem
Jiang Xun Talks about Dream of the Red Chamber (117)
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Flowers wither, flowers fly into the sky, and the fragrance fades away. Who cares? The spring pavilion is adorned with soft threads, and the falling fluff lightly touches the embroidered curtains. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring and evening, full of unresolved worries. She hoes out the embroidered boudoir with her hand, enduring to step on the fallen flowers and keep going. Willow silk and elm pods bloom freely, regardless of peach floating or plum flying. Peach and plum blossoms can be sent again next year, who knows in my friend next year? The March Fragrance Nest has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!
2、 Next year, although the flower hair may be pecked, it will also tilt towards the empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, wind, knives, frost, and swords are fiercely pressing against each other, bright and beautiful. How long can it last? It's hard to find it once it drifts away. Blossoming is easy to see, but falling is difficult to find. The person who buried the flowers was killed in front of the steps, and tears were secretly shed by the flower hoe alone. Blood stains were seen on the branches above.
3、 The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the heavy door. The green light shone on the wall, and the person fell asleep for the first time. The cold rain knocked on the window, but it didn't warm up. The strange slave's troubles are even more heartbreaking, half for the pity of spring and half for the anger of spring: the pity of spring suddenly turns to anger and then disappears, and there is no word left to hear about it. Last night, a mournful song was released outside the court. Do you know if it was a flower soul or a bird soul?
4、 Flower souls and bird souls are always difficult to keep, birds are speechless and flowers are ashamed. May the slave give birth to wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the Fragrant Hill at the end of the sky? Like a brocade bag collecting beautiful bones, a pure land hides the wind. The purity of one's character comes and goes, as strong as a muddy pond sinking into a ditch.
5、 Er has passed away and Nong has been buried. It is uncertain when Nong will be buried? Nong buried the flower person with a silly smile today. Do you know who buried Nong in another year? Watching the withered flowers of spring gradually fall, it is the death of the old beauty. In one spring, the beauty fades away, but the flowers fall and the people perish without knowing!
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