Wang Wenjuan's Dream of Red Mansions Classic Singing Sections

Wang Wenjuan's Dream of the Red Chamber's most classic singing section is: "Daiyu Burial of Flowers".

"Daiyu Burial of Flowers" is a classic and wonderful section of Yueju Opera's "Dream of Red Mansions", which is sung by Wang Wenjuan, the founder of the Wang School. It describes the story of Daiyu, who builds a mound for the fallen flowers and buries them in order to comfort herself.

She compares herself to the pure and helpless Xiehua, and the Jiafu and even the whole society is equivalent to the slush, her life is miserable, unwilling to fall, but there is nothing to do, can only be sad and sorrowful, blaming the east wind is evil, the world is thin. The singing is extremely sad and tearful.

Daiyu Burial of Flowers:

Wrapped around the green embankment, brushed the willow, through the flower path.

Listen to where, the mournful flute, the wind sends the sound.

People say that the Grand View Garden is like spring in all seasons, but in my eyes it is just a city of sadness.

The wind is blowing, and the red is falling.

Peony, peony, peony, begonia.

The willow is sad, the peach blossom is hateful.

The flowers are like the people who are bullied.

I have a heart of one inch, who is ****ing, seven strings, who knows the voice.

I am only sorry for sympathy and pity for the same life.

Not to teach you to fall into the sludge was ravaged.

Pick up the soul of the peach and plum, and build your own fragrant grave to bury the fallen.

Flowering is the only way to get to the top of the list, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get to the bottom of it.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and the frost and the sword are pressing.

How long will it take for you to find your way around?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird is always difficult to stay, the bird has no words, the flower is shy.

I wish you could have wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the world.

At the end of the sky, there is a fragrant hill.

If you don't have a bag to put your bones in, you'll have to take a shovelful of dirt to cover up your style.

The quality of the original clean and also clean to go, do not teach the dirty slush trapped in the ditch.

If you are burying a flower today, you will know who you are burying in the next year.

Once the spring is over, the red face is old, and the flowers fall and the people die.