It's just that Daiyu is too late. Daiyu, a wandering woman, not only has angelic beauty, but also how delicate her feelings are! On a spring afternoon, when I saw the fallen flowers, how could I not sigh for them? "Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who has pity when the fragrance disappears?" And then what? How can you not lament the loneliness of your own destiny and the bitterness of relying on others? I think all women in the world shed tears because they are too smart, and worry about the bright moon, not to mention such a smart woman as Daiyu.
"360 days a year, the wind and the sword are forced." Flowers are beautiful, but the beautiful things in the world are destined to bear too much. Day and night of the year, wind, frost, rain and snow are destroying flowers. Flowers are still like this, not to mention a beauty like Daiyu? Is it doomed to a bumpy life and drift from place to place? "How long can bright colors last? Once wandering is hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and people are buried in front of the steps. " Flowers will reopen one day, even if beauty is short-lived, there will still be another beautiful moment. However, what about women? How long will the beauty of the country last? Once a beauty is old and delicate, where will her fate go?
"Leaning on the flower hoe to steal tears, look at the blood on the branches. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where there is Xiangshan! A cup of pure land, no beautiful bones, shelter from the wind and rain. It is better to be clean than to be trapped in a ditch. " I just want to be a fallen flower in this life. A cup of pure land is the way home. This life is a flower. Even if it comes like a lotus, it will go white and flawless. Just because God never shuts one door but he opens another, there is no Xiangshan to pick flowers.
"I am dead and buried, and I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today. Who did he know when he buried them? " It is lucky to have fallen flowers. At least there are women like Daiyu, who are bosom friends and can have a good home when the incense is gone. However, the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Who knows if I will die one day? The whole world is laughing at Daiyu burying flowers. Who will be her bosom friend in another year? Who can add a handful of soil to the grave and offer a flower? When I read this, my eyes filled with tears and my heart was filled with the feeling that I could not die. I couldn't help singing an elegy for the woman who buried the flowers.
"We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when beauty is dying. Don't mourn for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die! " Life is like summer flowers, and death is like falling flowers. The world of mortals is rolling, who knows her mood at this time? Don't blame the tourists for laughing. It's hard to find a bosom friend at the ends of the earth. In spring, people are old, their bodies are gray, and their hearts are like ships that are not tied. Only by quietly looking for Xiangshan, people don't know that flowers fall and people die.
This is Dai Yu, a woman who is crazy about love, a woman who "feels tears, and the lonely bird has sung her sorrow", a woman who lives for her heart, just like an eyebrow. .......