Thoughts on "Burying Flowers"

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen 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 next year, it is worthwhile to go to Liang's empty nest.

360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,

When will it shine? Once you drift, 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.

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.

The blue light shines on the wall, people are sleeping at first, and the window is not wet.

Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Singing a sad song outside the court yesterday, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

It is always difficult to keep the soul of a bird, and the bird is ashamed of itself.

May slaves have 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 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?

Let's watch the spring flowers fade, that is, when the beauty dies of old age,

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

What a sad "flower burial song". It is the sad voice of Daiyu lamenting her life experience; It is the inner cry of Daiyu after she bears heavy mental shackles; It is a long-term emotional repression of blood and tears ... At that time, that environment, that family, Daiyu bravely loved. But this love can only be buried deep in my heart and cannot be clearly expressed. She can only bear it in her heart, accumulate it in her heart, and press it in her heart. Nowhere to tell, unable to tell. Long-term emotional repression makes her feel disillusioned from time to time, and her personality is sad and arrogant.

Her plaintive voice, like a flower, said, "360 days a year? The wind knife and frost sword are strict and bright, and once they drift, they are hard to find. " Tells how much pain she struggled inside! But her detachment is full of resentment and injustice, and her pure feelings send out a deep call for freedom: "Where is Xiangshan?" Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. "Thus, she will never give in to the cruel pressure of dirty reality, but will always keep her detached and pure soul.

I have always liked Lin Daiyu written by Cao Xueqin. She is sad, aloof and narcissistic, and has a refined temperament that does not dye the world. She has both fame and fortune, single-minded and infatuated, which makes people fondle it.

Many people say that Lin Daiyu is sentimental and divorced from the times. I disagree. Worried, because her life is very miserable, her parents died since she was a child, relying on others, and she developed a cautious character of being cautious everywhere for fear of making mistakes and making people laugh. It is the noble rank of fame and fortune in the Grand View Garden, and it also forms the beautiful feelings that she sees in her eyes and feels in her heart. How much stronger is Daiyu's aloofness than today's gold diggers?

In fact, life is like a delicious food. We seldom eat and digest most of the time. And when a person is alone, it is the best digestion time. The so-called quiet wisdom, keep lonely, there will be a leisurely peace, a heartfelt leisurely and elegant taste.

The world is like this, with too much helplessness, too much disappointment and a lot of love. To love, you can't help loving. If you want to let it go, you can't bear it. But even so, I still believe that there is true love in this world, just like Baodi and Liang Zhu. Although the ending was not good, they really, really loved each other. That concern, that yearning, that insistence that clothes are getting wider and wider without regret, and that yearning for Iraq are all explaining to us the eternal love in this world, which is heartbreaking and earth-shattering.

Some people say that things that are too pure will not last long, but I still like that kind of pure feelings without any impurities. Even if it becomes a sad flower buried in the ground, I firmly believe that the earth will feel the pride of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud to protect flowers"; Even if I become a butterfly among flowers, I am content to spend every day with the person I love. If there is such love in this world, I praise and bless her; If this kind of love cannot be found in reality, let her stay in my poems and dreams forever. ......