{"id":12293,"date":"2012-04-16T21:25:29","date_gmt":"2012-04-17T01:25:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=12293"},"modified":"2013-06-17T14:39:44","modified_gmt":"2013-06-17T18:39:44","slug":"%e6%9b%b9%e9%9b%aa%e8%8a%b9-1715-1763__%e7%ba%a2%e6%a5%bc%e6%a2%a6__%e9%bb%9b%e7%8e%89%e8%91%ac%e8%8a%b1%e5%90%9f-%e7%af%80%e8%ad%af","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=12293","title":{"rendered":"\u66f9\u96ea\u82b9 (1715-1763)__\u7ea2\u697c\u68a6__\u9edb\u7389\u846c\u82b1\u541f  (\u7bc0\u8b6f)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u66f9\u96ea\u82b9 (1715-1763)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Cao Xue Qin (1715-1763)<a href=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Cao-Xue-Qin.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-12334\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/Cao-Xue-Qin-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n\u7ea2\u697c\u68a6\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0From <em>The Saga of the Red Chamber<\/em><strong><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong>\u9edb\u7389\u846c\u82b1\u541f\u00a0 (\u7bc0\u8b6f)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Lin Daiyu\u2019s Flower Burial (partial rendition)<\/p>\n<p>\u82b1\u8c22\u82b1\u98de\u82b1\u6ee1\u5929\u00a0 Flowers fall wandering flying all over the sky<br \/>\n\u7ea2\u6d88\u9999\u65ad\u6709\u8c01\u601c \u00a0Red colours fade and fragrance ceases no one can deny<br \/>\n\u6e38\u4e1d\u8f6f\u7cfb\u98d8\u6625\u69ad\u00a0 Floating gossamers softly enter her scented bower<br \/>\n\u843d\u7d6e\u8f7b\u6cbe\u6251\u7ee3\u5e18 \u00a0Willowdowns waltz attaching to broidery blinds<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u95fa\u4e2d\u5973\u513f\u60dc\u6625\u66ae\u00a0 The maiden grieves in her chamber watching spring to leave<br \/>\n\u6101\u7eea\u6ee1\u6000\u65e0\u91ca\u5904\u00a0 She knows not where to send her heavy heart for relief<br \/>\n\u624b\u628a\u82b1\u9504\u51fa\u7ee3\u95fa\u00a0 Garden hoe in hand she steps out of her portal<br \/>\n\u5fcd\u8e0f\u843d\u82b1\u6765\u590d\u53bb\u00a0 Taking care not to step o\u2019er fallen petals as she goes<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\u82b1\u5f00\u6613\u89c1\u843d\u96be\u5bfb\u00a0 Flowers in bloom are seen their fallen petals difficult to find<br \/>\n\u9636\u524d\u95f7\u6740\u846c\u82b1\u4eba\u00a0 Musing by the steps her heart aches as she performs the burials<br \/>\n\u72ec\u501a\u82b1\u9504\u6cea\u6697\u6d12\u00a0 Tears silently roll witnessed only by the garden hoe<br \/>\n\u6d12\u4e0a\u7a7a\u679d\u89c1\u8840\u75d5\u00a0 They leave blood stains on naked branches behold<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\u675c\u9e43\u65e0\u8bed\u6b63\u9ec4\u660f\u00a0 At night fall cuckoos are mute however they like to sing<br \/>\n\u8377\u9504\u5f52\u53bb\u63a9\u91cd\u95e8\u00a0 The maiden returns home to keep her doors in bolt<br \/>\n\u9752\u706f\u7167\u58c1\u4eba\u521d\u7761\u00a0 As she sleeps lonely accompanied by a dim light<br \/>\n\u51b7\u96e8\u6572\u7a97\u88ab\u672a\u6e29\u00a0 Her quilt feels chilly as cold rain plashes the window<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\u613f\u5974\u80c1\u4e0b\u751f\u53cc\u7ffc\u00a0 How she wished to fly on wings this very night<br \/>\n\u968f\u82b1\u98de\u5230\u5929\u5c3d\u5934\u00a0 Following wandering petals to the end of sky<br \/>\n\u5929\u5c3d\u5934\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The end of sky<br \/>\n\u4f55\u5904\u6709\u9999\u4e18\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Where could she find a fitting fragrant burial site<\/p>\n<p>\u672a\u82e5\u9526\u56ca\u6536\u8273\u9aa8\u00a0 Why not fill a silk bag with petals so fair<br \/>\n\u4e00\u6294\u51c0\u571f\u63a9\u98ce\u6d41\u00a0 And bury them under earth with their romantic affairs<br \/>\n\u8d28\u672c\u6d01\u6765\u8fd8\u6d01\u53bb\u00a0 In purity they came and in purity they go<br \/>\n\u5f3a\u4e8e\u6c61\u6dd6\u9677\u6e20\u6c9f\u00a0 They must not be contaminated in dirty gutter flows<\/p>\n<p>\u5c14\u4eca\u6b7b\u53bb\u4fac\u6536\u846c\u00a0 Oh flower you are buried today upon your demise<br \/>\n\u672a\u535c\u4fac\u8eab\u4f55\u65e5\u4e27\u00a0 Who could foretell the time that I too shall die<br \/>\n\u4fac\u4eca\u846c\u82b1\u4eba\u7b11\u75f4\u00a0 People laugh at my folly in burying fallen flowers<br \/>\n\u4ed6\u5e74\u846c\u4fac\u77e5\u662f\u8c01\u00a0 I know not who will perform same come my final hour<\/p>\n<p>\u8bd5\u770b\u6625\u6b8b\u82b1\u6e10\u843d\u00a0 Observe how flowers whither when spring is due to go<br \/>\n\u4fbf\u662f\u7ea2\u989c\u8001\u6b7b\u65f6\u00a0 All beautiful beings will surely die when old<br \/>\n\u4e00\u671d\u6625\u5c3d\u7ea2\u989c\u8001\u00a0 Once spring ends and young life turns old<br \/>\n\u82b1\u843d\u4eba\u4ea1\u4e24\u4e0d\u77e5\u00a0 Gone are both flowers and maiden with no one to note<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u66f9\u96ea\u82b9 (1715-1763)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Cao Xue Qin (1715-1763) \u7ea2\u697c\u68a6\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0From The Saga of the Red Chamber \u9edb\u7389\u846c\u82b1\u541f\u00a0 (\u7bc0\u8b6f)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Lin Daiyu\u2019s Flower Burial (partial rendition) \u82b1\u8c22\u82b1\u98de\u82b1\u6ee1\u5929\u00a0 Flowers fall wandering flying all over the sky \u7ea2\u6d88\u9999\u65ad\u6709\u8c01\u601c \u00a0Red colours fade and fragrance ceases no one &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=12293\">Continue reading <span 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