"The Flower Burial Song" guzheng music score

"The Flower Burial Song" online singer composed music based on the content of the poem "The Flower Burial Song" in "A Dream of Red Mansions", anonymous arranger, Wu Guozhong /Gao Zhijian/Fu Na's pure music song. This song is included in the album "Dongxiao Music Scenery 1" and was released by Evergrande Music Company on 2017-10-01. The album contains 10 songs.

Both the 1987 version of the TV series "A Dream of Red Mansions" and the 2010 version of the TV series "A Dream of Red Mansions" composed and produced songs for "The Song of Burial Flowers", and the lyrics of each version were deleted.

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Contents of "The Burial of Flowers"

The flowers have withered and withered, and the wind is making them spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who can sympathize with it? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The soft spider silk seems to be broken and connected, floating among the trees in spring. Catkins flying all over the sky blew in the wind and covered the embroidered door curtain.

The girl in the boudoir feels so regretful when facing the scenery of the dying spring. Full of melancholy and melancholy, there is no place to put my sorrow. Holding a flower hoe in hand, he opened the door curtain and walked into the garden. The flowers were floating all over the garden. How could I bear to walk around on them? Frivolous catkins and shallow elm coins only show off their beauty. Regardless of the falling peach blossoms or the flying plum blossoms. When spring returns next year, the peach and plum trees will be in bud and sprouting their stamens again. But who will be left in the boudoir next year?

In March of the New Year, swallows burst into bloom, and the nest exuding the fragrance of flowers has just been built. Swallows between beams, you are so ruthless in destroying so many flowers. When the flowers are in full bloom next year, you will still be able to hold flowers and plants in your mouth. How could you have expected that the owner of the house has died long ago, the old nest has fallen down, and only the beams are empty. What a life it is to live three hundred and sixty days a year! The cold wind like a knife and the severe frost like a sharp sword ruthlessly destroyed the flower branches.

How long can the bright spring light and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is no place to look for it. It is easy to see the flowers when they are in bloom, but hard to find them once they have fallen. Standing in front of the steps, I was filled with sorrow, which made me, a flower buryer, so sad. I held the flower hoe tightly in my hand and silently shed my tears. Tears filled the empty branches, and the empty branches were stained with blood stains. The cuckoo wept all the blood and tears in silence, and the sad dusk was coming. I carried the flower hoe and reluctantly went back, closing all the boudoir doors tightly.

The green lantern shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm. The cold green light shines on the four walls, and people have just entered the dreamland. The light cold spring rain knocked on the window lattice, and the quilt on the bed was still cold. People wonder what is it that makes me so sad today? Half of it is cherishing the beautiful spring, and half of it is resenting the passing of spring. I am happy that spring has suddenly come, but I feel depressed for its hasty return. Spring comes to the world quietly and silently, and leaves without a sound.

Last night, bursts of sad singing came from somewhere outside the hospital. I don’t know whether it is the soul of the flower or the spirit of the bird. Whether it is the soul of the flower or the spirit of the bird, they are equally difficult to retain. Ask the bird, the bird is silent, ask the flower, the flower bows its head shyly, I sincerely hope that now I can give birth to a pair of wings. Follow the flying flowers and fly to the end of heaven and earth.

It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind. Even if we fly to the end of heaven and earth, there are soul mounds where fragrant flowers are buried. They are inherently clean and come and go, which is better than the filthy ditches and ditches. , why not use this beautiful sachet to collect your delicate bones. Then pile up a pile of clean soil to bury this peerless romantic like you. May your noble body be born clean and die clean. Don't let it be contaminated with a trace of filth and be abandoned in that dirty ditch.

Hua'er, if you die today, I will bury you. Who knows when I, a poor man, will suddenly die. I buried the flowers today, and people laughed at me for being infatuated. When I die, who will bury me? If you don’t believe it, please look at the withered spring scenery, the flowers are gradually falling. That is the time for a girl in the boudoir to grow old and die. Once the spring is gone, her beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and she will die without knowing it. Once the spring is gone, the girl's hair will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and people don’t know the flowers.