Looking for the daughter of hibiscus and the funeral song in A Dream of Red Mansions.

It's not easy to get peace, the moon in Jing Fang, Rong Gui, a helpless day. The jade in Hongyi Garden is turbid. I want to use flowers, ice, fountains in Qin Fang and tea in Lu Feng. Although they are small, they are sincere and sincere, and they are a sacrifice to the daughter of Gong Si Furong.

I have been secretly thinking about my daughter for six years in troubled times. The surname of his hometown has been forgotten for a long time. And jade was found between the pillow and the comb, perched in the evening of banquets and tours, intimate and profane, and spent five years in August with * * *.

Looking back on her daughter's life, her quality is not enough to describe her preciousness, her sex is not enough to describe her cleanliness, her spirit is not enough to describe her essence, and her appearance is not enough to describe her color. Sisters have a good impression on Xianxian, and they admire Huide.

Unexpectedly, the pigeon hates its height and the eagle is surprised; I'm jealous of its bad smell. I'm surprised that Eupatorium odoratum was stung! Flowers are afraid of themselves, but arrogant; Liu Ben is so sad, why not take a bath? I am deeply sorry for being slandered occasionally by methods. So the cherry lips are red and faded, and the rhyme is groaning; Apricot noodles are fragrant and dry, and the color is mellow (right page of Han Zuoxian). Zhuo Yaoxi, from the screen; Thorns and hazelnuts spread to households. If you hire people, you will replace them, but in the end you will be angry. Both tun (tun left heart and right Tun) are immersed in infinity, and the complex content is endless. High standards of jealousy, boudoir hate Changsha; I'm dangerous. I'm in pain in the wild. Self-storage bitterness, who died of pity; Fairy clouds, sweet toes are hard to find. Where there are mainland fans, there is the fragrance of death; If the sea fails, there will be no medicine for rebirth.

Eyebrows were black and blue, and I was still painting yesterday; The ring is cold, but who is warm today? The medicine left in the cauldron is still there, and the traces of tears are still there. Parting in the mirror, worrying about opening the musk moon; Comb the flying dragon and mourn the sandalwood cloud tooth. Trust the gold to the grass, pick up the green and close the dust. Empty building? ? (Yinzhi, left branch and right bird) Magpie, hanging the needle of Tanabata; Who will continue the five elements without Yuanyang?

Kuang Naijin is a festival. When Bai Di was in power, he had a dream that there was no one in the empty room. Tongjie is dark, and the fragrant soul and the beautiful image are sold together; Honor account incense residue, breathed heavily * * * fine words. Even the sky is fading, it is not alone; Crickets are everywhere. Expose the moss and build by laying bricks or stones late, and wear curtains without cold anvil; The rain falls on the autumn wall, and the courtyard next door looks at the flute. The name is still alive, and the parrot is still calling in front of the eaves; Brilliant quality will die, and the begonia outside the threshold will grow old. After grabbing the screen, the lotus petals are silent; In front of the grass-fighting court, the blue buds are in vain. Throw the residual embroidery thread, who will cut the silver ribbon; Broken ice silk, golden bucket, fragrant incense is not ironed.

Yesterday, I was ordered to go to Fiona Fang. Today, I have been kind to others. I went back to crutches and threw away loneliness. It's the smell of the coffin being smashed, and it's a shame to violate the alliance; Stone is a disaster, and shame is like ashes.

Er is the rib of the west wind ancient temple, which is full of green phosphorus; Sunset barren hills, scattered bones. The elms are rustling and the flowers are rustling. You can crow apes in the fog and cry ghosts around the smoke. In the account of being a red scorpion, the son is affectionate; I believe that my daughter's life is thin in Huangtuling! Runan tears and blood, speckled on the west wind; Zize in the middle, silently v. Lengyue.

Oh! Treat quotations as a curse and envy the gods. Pliers say slave's mouth, beg for forgiveness; I'm still angry when I cut the bitch's heart! Although you have a shallow relationship with dust, jade is never tired of it. I can't help asking questions because I am exhausted.

Only then did I know that God hung down and the Flower Palace was waiting for a letter. She gave birth to Whelan, and she ruled the lotus in death. Listening to the little maid seems to be nonsense; The thought of turbid jade is justified. What is this? Yesterday, Ye Fashan took the soul to write a monument, and Li Changji was written to remember. Although things are different, the reason is one. So, birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, people are divided into groups, and evil is not right? At the beginning, I believed that the balance entrusted to me by God was the most harmonious and cooperative, and I lived up to everything I was given. Because I hope it is not ignorant, otherwise I will degenerate to this point, and I will not use vulgar words, which will pollute my hearing. Is a song and recruit, yue:

Why is the sky so pale that you can swim on the dome with a jade shovel? Why is the land so vast, driving a Yao elephant down to the spring soil? Looking at the umbrella cover, suppressing the light at the bottom of the basket? Lie Yu is the leader, Wei Wei is weak on the side. Qu Honglong thinks that it is better to follow Xi and watch Shu Yue face Xi? Listen to the train tracks, I will overturn, and Yuluan (Iraq) will levy? Why do you miss the fragrance (sound fragrance, left silk and right fragrance) when you hear the wealth? The dazzling skirt lit up, and you thought the bright moon could stop it? It is an altar made of cockroaches, and the lotus flame is made of candle blue paste. Does Wen Ling feel embarrassed about Fugui? Looking at the cloud, expecting, what seems to be it? What do you hear in a trance? I'm sweaty and dying, and I'm more willing than dust. Forward company drives me, Hebei company carries me back? I am impressed by it, but I am just a Jiao Jiao. Why? However, Jun Yan has been sleeping for a long time, so what about the change of fate? This is awkward and stable, but it is true and absurd. I'm still bound and attached, and I'm still smart. Come on, stop, come on!

If my husband lives in the HarmonyOS system, he is silent. Although he is here, I can't see him. Smoke for stepping, line up guns and soldiers. Be alert to Ada's drowsiness and release the bitter taste of lotus seeds. Motome is in Guiyang and Fu Fei is in Zhu Lan. Blowing sheng and Joan Hinton attack the enemy. The concubine who was recruited began to bask in Lishan. Turtles are the spirit of Lop, animals dance in salty pools, dive in Chishui and sing dragons, and gather in Zhu Lin and Xifeng. Very honest, very honest, and very embarrassed. It started in the lower city and returned to Xuanpu. It is microscopic, but if it passes through the complex, it will be blocked. Intermittent clouds, misty rain in the air. The dust is gathering, the stars are high and the mountains in the afternoon are beautiful. What kind of heart is heavy, if it is alive. Yu Nai looked disappointed, crying and hesitating. People's language is lonely and naturally quiet. Birds fly in fright, fish swish. Mourning is prayer, and ceremony is auspicious. Alas! Shang Xiang!

Bury flowers

Flower pavilions are flying 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 the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year?

When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest!

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.

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.

Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence.

Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself.

May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan?

There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; 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?

Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Poetry 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? "It is that every word is double-circled, and the word is immortal, but it is difficult to express each other's meaning. Once you meet Brother Yu, you will be recognized again. Oh, hey! What I want to stop is also from "Stone", so stop writing and wait. "

It is worth noting that it is pointed out in the comment on writing that it is impossible to comment on this poem without reading Yu Xiong 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?

This poem "Nong buries flowers and laughs today." Who did he know when he was buried? ”？ ..... "The last few sentences, such as the book repeated several times, with special emphasis, even learned to recite poems by writing parrots. It can be seen that the day when beauty dies of old age is really the time when spring flowers fall, not the comparison of function words. At the same time, what is said here is "he knows who it is when he is buried", and what is said earlier is "who has pity on the fragrance and jade after it has died" and "a wandering is hard to find" and so on. So there is no doubt that Daiyu died in a very miserable and lonely situation like Qingwen. At that time, not everyone was busy holding a wedding for Baoyu, so there was no time to take care of it. On the contrary, Baoyu and Xifeng were both exiled because of avoiding disaster. It was the day when "families were ruined and families were killed in seek fortune for oneself". In the poem, "both willows and pods come from weeds, whether peaches and Li Fei float together" still means this.

"In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and Liang Yanyan is too ruthless. Although we can peck flowers next year, it is difficult to grasp the meaning of the sentence "no one can go to the empty nest of Liang", which is between solvable and unsolvable. Now, if you look at it in a prophetic way, it will be more clear. Probably in the spring, Baodai's marriage is basically settled, which is the so-called "fragrant nest has been built." However, in autumn, something happened, just like Liang Zhongyan flew away mercilessly, and Baoyu was forced to run away from home. Therefore, she lamented that "the soul of flowers and birds is always hard to stay" and imagined that she could "give birth to wings" and walk with her. She cried for a day and a night, and finally all her tears ran out. "

From this point of view, it is completely appropriate to compare "Flower Fall" with Daiyu and "Human Death" (exile). Whenever Baoyu encounters the so-called "ugly disaster", someone else will be unlucky. First Jin Chuaner, then Qingwen, and finally sealed Daiyu. Therefore, there is a pun in the poem that "clean and clean is better than being trapped in a ditch", which can be used to dissect and show integrity. When Baoyu returned to Jiafu in the autumn of the following year, Hongyi Courtyard was "red, thin and green" (fat comment), and Xiaoxiang Pavilion was a desolate scene of "rustling leaves and loneliness" (fat comment). Daiyu's boudoir was full of excitement with Baoyu, only to see a "cobweb covered with carved beams" (fat comment refers to Baochai's residence). "Although you can peck flowers next year, you can't go to the empty nest of beams!" Isn't that what it means? The above are just some details that can be confirmed from the clues mentioned in the fat review, and may not be so appropriate. But this poem and Baodai's tragic plot must take this into account, which is probably not subjective; In fact, the poem "a dream come true" does not stop there. Dai Yu's "generation separation?" Autumn window wind and rain, peach blossom line also has this nature. The former seems to say unfortunately that she left Baoyu later, while the latter seems to be a preview of her "want to cry without tears" (fat comment) ending.

Some people say that "burying flowers" comes from two poems by Tang Yin (A Dream of Red Mansions). Poetry is of course borrowed from others, but the relationship between "source" and "flow" of literary and artistic creation cannot be confused. When it comes to the use of some words, sentences and artistic styles in previous works, it is really unnecessary to look for them in the collections of Ming people. Isn't it enough to borrow and use some well-known poems such as "The colors change this year, who will bloom next year" and "Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year" in Liu Xiyi's "Waiting for the North Pulsatilla" in the early Tang Dynasty? That is, if the plot of burying flowers, it may not follow the story of Tang Yin's peony flower "filling the tip and burying the east bank of the medicine column". Cao Yin, the author's grandfather, wrote a poem "A peach blossom buried in a lonely grave for a hundred years". Isn't that enough to inspire his thoughts? But these are all "streams", only used. They can neither represent the main spirit of poetry nor replace the author's creation divorced from real life. What's more, as mentioned above, the author's ingenious writing in this poem does not lie in the lingering words that hurt spring and cherish flowers on the surface.

Of course, the negative depression in Burying Flowers is also extremely strong and cannot be ignored. It has a bad influence on readers who lack analytical thinking ability. Although this kind of emotion is completely in line with Lin Daiyu's ideological character formed by her artistic environmental position, after all, because the author consciously expresses his life experience through the mouth of the person he loves, to some extent, it exposes the weakness of his thoughts. We sympathize with Lin Daiyu, but at the same time we also see that this sentimental aristocratic lady is very fragile in thoughts and feelings.