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曹雪芹原诗花谢花飞飞满天，红消香断有谁怜？游丝软系飘春榭，落絮轻沾扑绣帘。//闺中女儿惜春暮，愁绪满怀无着处；手把花锄出绣帘，忍踏落花来复去？//柳丝榆荚自芳菲，不管桃飘与李飞；桃李明年能再发，明年闺中知有谁？//香巢初垒成，梁间燕子太无情！明年花发虽可啄，却不道人去梁空巢已倾。//一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼；明媚鲜妍能几时，一朝飘泊难寻觅。//花开易见落难寻，阶前愁杀葬花人；独把花锄偷洒泪，洒上空枝见血痕。//杜鹃无语正黄昏，荷锄归去掩重门；青灯照壁人初睡，冷雨敲窗被未温。//怪依底事倍伤神？半为怜春半恼春：怜春忽至恼忽去，至又无言去不闻。//昨宵庭外悲歌发，知是花魂与鸟魂？花魂鸟魂总难留，鸟自无言花自羞；愿侬此日生双翼，随花飞到天尽头。//天尽头！何处有香丘？//锦囊收艳骨，净土掩风流；质本洁来还洁去，不教污淖[nào]陷渠沟。//尔今死去侬收葬，他日侬身何日丧？侬今葬花人笑痴，他年葬侬知是谁？//试看春残花渐落，便是红颜老死时，一朝春尽红颜老，花落人亡两不知！许渊冲译文Asflowersfallandflyacrosstheskies,Whopitiestheredsthatfadeandthescentsthatdie?Softlythegossamerfloatsoverbowersgreen;Gentlythewillowfluffwaftstobroideredscreen.InmychamberI’mgrievedtoseespringdepart.WherecanIpouroutmysorrow-ladenheart?Istepoutofmyportalwithahoe.OnfallenpetalscouldIcomeandgo?Willowthreadsandelmsleavesarefreshandgay;Theycarenotifpeachandplumblossomdriftaway.Thepeachandplumwillbloomnextyear.Butmychamberwhowillthenappear?Bythethirdmoontheswallowsbuilttheirnest,Butapatheticallyonthebeamtheyrest.Nextyearthoughtheymaypeckthebudsagain,Oinmyemptychambercantheirnestremain?Forthreehundredandsixtydayseachyear,Thecuttingwindandbitingfrostmakeflowerssear.Howlongcantheyblossomfreshandfair?Onceblownaway,theycannotbefoundanywhere.Theirgravedigger,Ifindnoflowersinbloom;Myachingheartisfurtherfilledwithgloom.Withhoeinhand,tearssecretlyshedLikedropsofbloodturnbarebranchesred.Astwilightfalls,thecuckoossingnomore;Icomebackwithmyhoeandclosethedoor.Abedindim-litroomwhennightisstill,Ihearcoldrainandmyquiltfeelsdampandchill.IwonderwhyI’mthrowninsuchafret:Isitforloveofspringorforregret?Iloveitwhenitcomes,regretitwhenitgoes;Butspringcomesandgoesmuteaswaterflows.Lastnightfromthecourtyardadirgewasheard,Sungbythesoulofflowerandofbird.Thebird’sandflower’ssoulishardtodetain;Theflowersblushandsilentbirdsremain.IlongonwingstoflyWiththeflowerstotheendoftheearthandsky.Atearth’suttermostbound,WherecanIfindafragrantburialmound?Whydon’tIshroudinsilkenbagthepetalsfairAndburythemintheearthforevertominglethere?Puretheycomeandpureshallgo,Notsinkingtooblivionbelow.Nowtheyaredead,Icometoburythemtoday.WhocandivinethedatewhenIshallpassaway?Menlaughatmyfollyinburyingfallenflowers.Butwhowillburymewhencomemylasthours?Seespringdepartandflowerswitherbyandby.Thisisthetimewhenbeautymustgrowoldanddie.Oncespringisgoneandbeautydead,alas!Whowillcareforthefallenbloomandburiedlass?