Qing Dynasty: A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin
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.
In the curtain, my daughter cherishes the spring scenery, full of sadness and nowhere to tell. She hoed the flowers out of the embroidered curtain by hand and endured the falling flowers.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, whether the peach floats or the willow flies. 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 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 pressing each other, how long can it be bright? Once adrift, it's hard to find.
Flowers bloom easily, but they fall hard to find. The person who buried the flowers was bored in front of the steps, tears were secretly sprinkled on the flowers, and blood was seen on the branches.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of 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 slaves grow 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 died today. I was buried. I don't know when slaves will die. The slave who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he know when he buried the slave?
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!
Translation:
The flower has withered and withered, and the wind makes it spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who sympathizes with it? Soft spider silk seems to be broken and connected again, floating among the trees in spring. Catkin scattered all over the sky came with the wind, covered with embroidered curtains.
The girl in the boudoir is so sorry for last spring. Full of melancholy, sadness has nowhere to put. Holding an iron hoe to hoe the flowers, I lifted the curtain and walked into the garden. Flowers are everywhere in the garden. How can I stand walking around on them? Flirty catkins, shallow money, only know to show off their own wheatgrass. Whether the peach blossoms fall or the plum blossoms fly.
When the earth returns next year, peach trees and plum trees will sprout again. But next year's boudoir, who can be left? In March of the Spring Festival, swallows pick flowers, and the fragrant bird's nest has just been built. Liang Jianyan, how many flowers are wasted, how heartless! When the flowers bloom next year, you can still hold flowers and plants. How can we expect the master to be dead? The lair has fallen down, leaving only Liang Kong.
360 days a year, what a nice day! The cold wind is like a knife, and the frost is like a sword, mercilessly destroying flowers. How long can bright spring and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is nowhere to see. It is easy to see when flowers bloom, but difficult to find when they fall. Standing in front of the steps is full of worries. I'm worried about the man who buried the flowers.
Holding a flower hoe in his hand, he wept silently. Tears spilled on the empty branches, which were covered with blood. The cuckoo cried her blood and tears silently, and the sad evening came. I went home with a flower hoe and closed the boudoir door; The cold light shines on the wall, and people have just entered a dream. The faint spring rain hit the window lattice, and the bedding on the bed was still cold.
People want to know what makes me so sad today. Half of them cherish the beautiful spring scenery, and the other half resent the passing of spring. I am glad that spring has suddenly come, but I am depressed that it has left in a hurry. Spring came to the world quietly and left without saying a word. I don't know where outside the hospital last night, there were waves of sad songs.
I don't know if it's the soul of a flower or a bird. Whether it is the soul of flowers or the spirit of birds, it is equally difficult to retain. Ask the bird, the bird is silent, ask the flower, and the flower is shy. I really hope I can give birth to a pair of wings now. Follow the flying flowers and fly to the end of that day.
Even if you fly to the end of heaven and earth, where is the soul burial with fragrant flowers? It is better to use this splendid sachet to restrain your delicate bones. Then pile up a pile of clean soil and bury your peerless romance. May your noble body live and die clean. Don't let it get a little dirty and be abandoned in that dirty river ditch.
Flowers, you died today, and I'll bury you. Who knows when I, the poor man, suddenly died? I buried flowers today, and people laughed at my infatuation. Who will bury me after I die?
If you don't believe me, please look at the withered spring scenery, and the flowers are gradually falling. It was the moment when the maiden died of old age. Once spring disappears, girls will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and flowers don't know each other!
Extended data:
1, work appreciation
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. Like The Daughter of the Lotus, it is a text that the author tries to copy. This song, which imitates the style of the early Tang Dynasty, is lyrical and artistically successful.
This poem is not only sad and sorrowful, but also has a feeling of oppression. "Liu Cong Fang Fei is long, no matter whether the peach is floating or Li Fei", there are resentment against the cold world and attachment to human feelings; "360 days a year, the wind, the sword and the frost are pressing each other hard", isn't that an indictment of the ruthless reality that has persecuted her for a long time?
"May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the day with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind. It is better to be clean than to be trapped in a ditch. " It is the kind of aloof character who is unwilling to be humiliated and defiled and unwilling to bow his head and yield when the fantasy of freedom and happiness cannot be realized. These are its ideological values.
Another value of this poem is that it provides important clues for us to explore the tragedy of Baodai in Cao Xueqin's works. Jia Xu originally had a comment on writing: "I read" Buried Flowers "until three or four o'clock, and its sadness and regret made people forget their life experiences, so I can't approve it any more." There is a guest day:' Mr. Wang is not a treasure owner, how can he write? "
In other words, this word is double-circled, and this word is immortal. It is difficult to understand each other's meaning. After reading brother Yu, the text will be approved again. Oh, hey! What I wanted to stop was also from the Story of the Stone, so I stopped writing and waited. It is worth noting that the comment on writing points out that it is impossible to comment on this poem without reading "Jade Brother Hou Wen"; It is precisely the "post-essay" related to this poem that makes the critics "stop writing and wait".
There is no doubt that the so-called "post-essay" refers to the writing of Daiyu's death in the second half of the lost manuscript. If this poem only symbolizes the misfortune of a fallen beauty in general, then you don't have to wait for the next one; Only when what is written in the poem is not general, but mostly related to the plot of Daiyu's death later, it is necessary to emphasize that after reading the following words, I will go back and deepen my understanding of this poem.
It can be seen that Burying Flowers is actually a poem written by Lin Daiyu. This can be proved by the quatrains in tihongloumeng, which were written by the author's contemporaries and probably by the author's friends. Poetry; A sad funeral poem seems to come true. Andrew died for a wisp of love, fan HongLing again?
"It seems to be true" can only be said by people who know the plot of Daiyu's death written by the author. In the past, we thought that Yi Ming might not be able to read the whole novel like Yan Zhi. Now, it seems very likely that he finished reading the second half of the manuscript, or at least listened to the people in the author's circle who talked about the main plot in the second half in detail.
If we say the later things mentioned in Ming Yi's quatrains, such as "gathering like spring dreams and scattering like smoke" and "there is no aura under the stone", we can still speculate; Then, it is impossible to write a poem describing poverty like "Wang Sun is skinny" and a poem describing his conviction like "Shamed on the unfortunate Skillen".
The same is true of the last two sentences in the poem quoted above: He said that he really hoped that the novel "Die for Love", which came back from the dead, would save Daiyu, make Bao and Dai two lovers soul mates, and reconnect the red silk rope cut by the old man at the end of the month. Imagine, as long as the "sink cup" can rise, the "HongLing" can continue, which is different from the reason why the sequel later imagined the tragedy of Bao and Dai because of involuntary marriage!
If everything is as written in the sequel by Cheng Weiyuan and Gao E, Baoyu already belongs to him. What's the use of "sinking" Daiyu? Does "Continued HongLing" make her aunt Bao Er?
Lin Daiyu's Burying Flowers is a metaphor for flowers. Starting from the feeling of hurting spring, it leads to the accusation of life, despair of ideal and gradual progress of emotion. Some critics say: "A funeral poem is half a dream of red mansions", which shows that the beauty of this poem is beyond Cao Gong's imagination.
2. Introduction to Lin Daiyu
Lin Daiyu, one of the first two poems in the official edition of Twelve Women in Jinling, was reincarnated as the crimson pearl fairy grass on the Xiling River. My daughter is the only daughter of Yangzhou salt official, and my mother is the youngest daughter with Jia Mu. Lin Daiyu is the granddaughter of Jia Mu, cousin, lover and confidant of Jia Baoyu, and Jia Fu is called Miss Lin.
She is born beautiful and poetic, and is a classic female image with great aura in ancient literary works. Smart and comely since childhood, her parents regard her as a treasure. He went to school at the age of five, and his mother died young at the age of six or seven. He was enlightened by Jia Yucun at the age of 10.
Jia loves her daughter Jia Min, and also loves me and Daiyu. 65,438+00 years old, raised and educated by her side, just like her grandson Jia Baoyu. I live with Jia Baoyu, 1 1 year old. All the food and clothing are taken care of by Jia Mu. She thinks she is above Sanchun, but she is only a close relative from generation to generation. She is very unhappy because she is the last person to be sent palace flowers by Mrs. Wang's servant.
1 1 years old, my father died again. Since then, I have lived in Jiafu, and I have developed a aloof and arrogant character. 12 years old, after Jia Yuanchun got married, Lin Daiyu moved into Xiaoxiang Pavilion, nicknamed Princess Xiaoxiang in the Grand View Garden Poetry Society, and expressed her true feelings with poems. Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu were childhood friends, and Zhi Yanzhai said that "two jade are close to the Central Plains" and "far away".
The myth of tears returning from crimson pearls endows Lin Daiyu with charming poetic temperament, and at the same time sets the tone of tragedy. Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai tied for the first place in the list of dreamland talented women. Both of them have a battle of virtue and politics in human nature and a battle of Jin Mu in marriage. They appreciate each other because they are endowed with good and evil. Lin Daiyu finally died in tears on the wedding night of Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai.
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