How do you understand the article Jia Baoyu wrote for Qingwen after her death?

"The Elegy of Furong's Daughter" is a memorial poem written by Jia Baoyu when he paid homage to his beloved maid Qingwen. The work is full of literary talent, sincere feelings and profound meaning, which fully reflects the author Cao Xueqin's unparalleled literary talent. Translation of the poem: Long live the eternal life, the moon is fragrant with hibiscus and osmanthus, I can’t help but miss the sun, the turbid jade in Yihongyuan, I would like to use the stamens of the flowers as the fragrance, and the ice shark feathers as the silk, take the Qinfangting spring water, and offer maple dew tea One cup. Although these four things are meager, I would like to express my sincerity by placing them in front of the daughter of Furong, the god of autumn flowers in the White Emperor's Palace, and offering a memorial saying: I miss you silently: Ever since the girl came into this filthy world, It has been sixteen years since my death. The place of origin and surnames of your ancestors have long been lost and cannot be investigated. However, I have only been able to get along with you intimately in daily life, grooming, eating and playing, for only a little more than five years and eight months! Looking back at the time when the girl was alive, your quality cannot be compared to gold and jade; your heart cannot be compared to crystal ice and white snow; your mind cannot be compared to the brightness of stars; your appearance cannot be compared to spring flowers and autumn moon. Its delicate beauty. The sisters all admire your elegance, and the mothers-in-law admire your virtuousness. However, who would have expected that the evil bird hates Gao Xiang, and the eagle is caught in the net; the smelly grass is jealous of the fragrance, and the pandan is cut off. Hua'er is already timid, how can she deal with the strong wind? Willow branches are inherently sad, how can they withstand the heavy rain? Once he suffered vicious slander, he immediately contracted an incurable disease. Therefore, the cherry-like lips lost their bright red color and made a moaning sound; the sweet apricot-like face lost its fragrance and took on a haggard and sick look. Gossips originate behind the screen; thorns and poisonous weeds crawl all over the front door and windows. Rather than dying because of one's own sins, one actually suffers humiliation that leads to death. You are filled with endless sorrow and endless grievances! When someone is jealous of her noble character, her daughter's resentment is just like that of Jia Yi who was hit and demoted to Changsha; when her strong integrity is secretly wounded, the girl's misery is greater than that of Gun who stole the gods to save the flood and was killed in Hanye. Alone with infinite bitterness, who can pity the unfortunate death? Since you have disappeared like the fairy clouds, where can I find traces of you? It is impossible to know the way to Jukuzhou. Where does the immortal incense come from? There is no fairy raft that can cross the sea to Penglai, and there is no magic medicine for resurrection. The dark color on your eyebrows is like mist, and I painted it with my own hands yesterday; the jade ring on your hand has become cold, but who is warming it now? The dregs of medicine in the stove still remain, and the tears on my clothes have not dried yet. The mirror has been broken, the luan bird has lost its partner, and I am filled with melancholy, unable to bear to open the mirror box of She Yue. The comb also melts away, the cloud dragon flies up, and breaks the teeth of Tan Yun's comb, and I feel endless sadness. Your beaded flowers inlaid with gold and jade were abandoned in the weeds, and your emerald hair ornaments fell into the dust and were picked up. The Mandarin and Magpie Towers are empty, and on July 7th, the night when the Cow and the Magpies meet on the bridge, you no longer thread a thread in the eye of a needle and beg for cleverness; if the mandarin ducks and the mandarin ducks take the empty strands, which one can use the five-color silk thread to connect it again? Moreover, it is autumn, the five elements belong to gold, and the White Emperor of the West is the commander of the season. Although there are dreams in the lonely quilt, there is no one in the empty house. How dim the moonlight is in front of the steps planted with sycamore trees! Your fragrant soul and beautiful figure have passed away together; in the gauze embroidered with hibiscus flowers, the fragrance has dissipated, and your delicate breathing and subtle words have also disappeared. The vast expanse of dead grass is not just the vast expanse of reeds! The desolate sounds all over the place were nothing more than the wailing of crickets. A little bit of night dew sprinkled on the moss-covered stepstones, and the sound of pounding clothes and anvils no longer came through the curtain; bursts of autumn rain hit the wall covered with sage, and it was difficult to hear the plaintive flute sound in the yard next door. Your name is still in my ears, and the parrots in front of the eaves are still calling; your life is about to end, and the begonias outside the railings have withered in advance. In the past, you hid behind the screen and played hide and seek, but now, your footsteps can no longer be heard; in the past, you went to fight weeds in front of the courtyard, but now, those vanilla and fragrant flowers are waiting for you to pick them! The embroidery thread has been discarded, who will cut the paper pattern and determine the color? The white silk has broken, and there is no one to burn the iron or spices! Yesterday, on the order of my strict father, I drove far away from home for some business, and I didn’t have time to say goodbye to you. Today, I didn’t care that my loving mother would be angry, so I came to express my condolences with a stick, but who knew that your coffin was carried away again. When I heard the news that your coffin was burned, I suddenly felt that I had violated my oath to die in the same grave with you. Your resting place has suffered such a disaster. I am deeply ashamed that I once told you that I would assimilate to dust.

Look at the ancient Xifeng Temple, where Qinglin lingers; on the barren tomb under the setting sun, the bones are scattered and hard to collect! Listen to the rustling of the catalpa and elm trees, and the rustling of the moxa leaves! The mourning ape cries across the foggy tomb, and the evil ghost cries around the smoky field. I originally thought that the young man in the red gauze tent had particularly deep feelings, but now I believe that the girl in the loess pile has a really tragic fate! I am like the king of Runan who lost his jade, and his tears and blood can only be swayed to the west wind; and like Shi Jilun who cannot keep the green pearl, he can only express his silent feelings to Leng Yue. ah! This is a disaster caused by evil conspiracies, but God is jealous of our friendship! Clamp the rotten mouth of the long-tongued slave, how can I be lenient in my punishment! Even if I cut open the vicious woman’s evil heart, my anger will never be eliminated! Although your fate in this world is shallow, my love for you is deep. Because I am so infatuated, I inevitably keep asking questions. Only now do I know that God has passed down a decree and granted you the title of Flower Palace. When you are alive, you are with Lan Hui; after you die, I ask you to be the master of Hibiscus. Listening to what the little girl said, it seems absurd, but based on my thinking, it actually has some basis. Why? In the past, Ye Fashan of the Tang Dynasty took away Li Yong's soul from his dream and asked him to write an inscription; the poet Li He was also summoned by God and asked him to write an inscription for Baiyu Tower. Although the things are different, the principle is the same. Therefore, you must find someone who can match everything. If this person is not qualified to take care of this matter, wouldn't it be an abuse of employment? Now, I believe that God measures a person appropriately and entrusts things to him, so that he will not let down his character and talents. So, I hope your immortal soul can come here. I purposely tell you these words without being vulgar and vulgar, and compose a song to call your soul and say: Why is the sky so blue? Is it you who rides the jade dragon to invite tourists in heaven? Why is the earth so vast? Is it you who came to the Nine Springs in an ivory chariot? Look how gorgeous that umbrella is! Is it the light of Ji Xing and Tai Xing you are riding on? Line up the canopy decorated with feathers and lead the way! Are the Danger Star and the Void Star guarding you on both sides? Let Yun Shen accompany you as your attendant! Do you expect the god who drives the moon chariot to see you off? Listen to the squeaking sound of the axle! Is it you who drives Luanfeng to travel? I can smell the tangy aroma wafting towards my nostrils! Did you put Du Heng in series and wear it? How dazzling the dress is! Did you carve the bright moon into earrings? Use the lush flowers and leaves as an altar! Did you light the lamp and burn the sesame oil? Carve patterns on the gourd to use as a drinking vessel! Are you drinking green wine and cinnamon syrup? Look up at the smoke and clouds in the sky and stare! I seem to have spied something; I bow my head to the far-reaching place and listen attentively! I heard something in a trance. Are you dating Master Mangmang in an infinitely distant place? Why do you have the heart to abandon me in this world! Please ask the God of Wind to drive the carriage for me! Can you take me with you in the car? My heart is filled with emotion for this! What is the use of lamenting and wailing in vain? You have been sleeping quietly for a long time without waking up! Could it be said that this is how the way of heaven changes? Since the tomb is so stable! Why do you need to turn into an immortal after you die? I am still shackled and have become a burden in this world! Can your spirit sense something and come to me? Come on, don’t go back once you’re here! You'd better come here! You live in chaos, in a state of silence; even if you come here, you will not be seen. I used female dill as a curtain barrier, and let the calamus line up on both sides like a guard of honor. I also want to warn Liu Yan not to sleep too much, and teach the lotus heart not to feel suffering anymore. The plain girl invites you to the mountains covered with osmanthus trees, and Mi Fei welcomes you to the island full of orchids. Nongyu plays the sheng for you, and the cold spring strikes for you; I summon Songyue Lingfei and alarm the old mother Lishan. The turtles jumped out of Luoshui like Yu the Great when he was controlling the floods, carrying books on their backs, and the beasts danced together like Yao and Shun's Xianchi song. Lurking in the red water, the dragon is singing; dwelling in the pearl forest, the phoenix is ??flying. Respect and piety can move the gods, and there is no need to decorate the facade with sacrificial vessels. You set off by car from Xiacheng in the sky and returned to Xuanpu Wonderland in Kunlun Mountain. It was as clear as if they could interact with each other, but they were suddenly shrouded in blue clouds and couldn't get closer. The separation and separation in life are like floating clouds and smoke that gather and disperse indefinitely, and the gods are ethereal, but like mist and drizzle, it is difficult to see clearly. The dust and haze has dissipated, the stars are hanging high; the streams and mountains are so beautiful, the moon is in the sky. Why is my heart so troubled and troubled? It was as if the scene in a dream was unfolding before my eyes. So I sighed with emotion, looked around sadly, shed tears, and lingered in confusion. People have already fallen asleep; the bamboo forest is playing natural music.

I saw the frightened birds flying in all directions, and only heard the chattering of fish on the water. I wrote down the sorrow in my heart as a prayer, and held this memorial ceremony, hoping for good luck. How sad, please come and taste this fragrant tea!

Hibiscus is originally another name for lotus. Those that grow in water are grass hibiscus, and those that grow on land are wood hibiscus. Hibiscus blooms in August and September, with a white or light red corolla that is equally as colorful as the lotus. The article in the book was written to Qingwen, but Qingwen was actually regarded as Daiyu's shadow. Once when Mrs. Wang said about Qingwen, she looked a bit like Sister Lin. In Chapter 1 of "A Dream of Red Mansions" In Chapter 63 of "The Night Banquet of Shou Yi Hong Qun Fang", it is written that everyone drew flower name tags to make wine orders. The one Daiyu drew was a hibiscus, inscribed with the four words "Wind and Dew Clear Sorrow", and tied with a poem " Don't blame the east wind and sigh at yourself." It can be seen that Cao Xueqin compared Daiyu to hibiscus. Baoyu wrote "Hibiscus Poems" very seriously, and even took it to the waterside to read it. After reading, Daiyu suddenly appeared, and the two of them discussed the poems and changed them again and again. Finally, they came up with two sentences: " "Under the screen window of Daiyu, I have no chance; in the loess ridge, how miserable is your fate?" has become an edict in memory of Daiyu. Qingwen's tragedy is the prelude to Daiyu's tragedy. Especially when Daiyu and Baoyu revised the sentence "Loess Longzhong" together, it became a prophecy. Baoyu is also convinced that Qingwen is the hibiscus fairy. This just shows the inherent similarity between Daiyu and Qingwen. In fact, we can see many inner connections and symbolic meanings between Daiyu and Qingwen in the book.