Who will explain "The Daughter of Furong", not to mention the story of a bunch of Qingwen? Explain the words changed by Lin Daiyu.

Long live the Millennium in the Taiping year. Hibiscus osmanthus smells like the bright moon, but there is no way to mourn the sky. Yuan is muddy and jade. We would like to offer you a cup of maple syrup tea with thyme as fragrance, ice bream as silk and spring water from Qin Fang Pavilion. Although these four things are meager, we still take this opportunity to express our sincerity and put them in front of the daughter of Furong, the goddess of flowers in Bai Di Palace in autumn, to pay homage to her: I miss her silently: she has been in this dirty world for 16 years. Your ancestors' native place and surname have long been forgotten, so there is no way to look it up. But I can get along closely with you in daily life, dress up, eat and play, which is only a little over five years and eight months! Looking back on the girl's life, your quality and good words are hard to compare with her nobility; Your heart, crystal ice and snow, is hard to compare with its purity; Your soul, the star of the bright sun, is incomparable with its brilliance; Your face, spring flowers and autumn moon are hard to compare with its beauty. Sisters become elegant in worshipping you, and aunts and mothers admire your kindness. However, who would have expected that the evil bird hated Gaoxiang, but the eagle was caught in the net; Smelly grass avoids fragrance, but vanilla is actually cut. Flowers are timid, how to deal with the strong wind? Willow branches are already very sad. How can they stand the heavy rain? Once he was slandered, he got an incurable disease. Therefore, cherry-like lips, faded bright red, issued a groaning voice; Sweet apricot-like face, lost its fragrance, revealing a gaunt sick face. Gossip comes from behind the screen; Thorns and poisonous weeds covered the front window. Where is the death of self-incrimination? What a shame, come to a bad end. You are full of endless worries and grievances! The noble character is envied, and her daughter's resentment is like Jia Yi who was demoted to Changsha after being hit; Strong and upright, but stabbed in the back, this girl's misery is more than stealing God's soil to save the flood disaster and being killed in Yu Ye. Being alone is infinitely bitter. Who pities who unfortunately dies young? Now that you have vanished like a fairy cloud, where can I find your trace? I don't know the way to gather in the grottoes. Where does the fragrance of immortality come from? No fairy raft can cross the sea to Penglai, and there is no panacea for rebirth. The black on your eyebrows is like smoke. I drew it myself yesterday. The ring on your hand is cold. Who heats it now? The residue in the cooker is still there, and the tears on the skirt are still wet. The mirror was broken and the phoenix lost its spouse. I am so sad that I can't bear to open the makeup box of Musk Moon. The comb melted, Yunlong took off, and Tan Yun's comb teeth were damaged. I am very sad. Your beaded flowers inlaid with golden jade were abandoned in the weeds, and your Hosta fell into the dust and was picked up. The magpie bridge is empty, and on the night of the meeting of cows and girls on July 7, you no longer wear the eye of a needle; Yuanyang has broken silk, which one can be connected with five-color silk thread? Besides, the five elements in autumn belong to gold, and the western white emperor is the commander in chief in time. Although lonely bedding has dreams, there is no one in the empty house. How dim the moonlight is before the steps planted with buttonwood trees! Your fragrant soul and beautiful posture die together; In the gauze curtain embroidered with hibiscus flowers, the fragrance has dissipated, and your delicate breath and subtle words have disappeared. There are more endless rotten grasses than endless reeds! There are bleak voices everywhere, nothing more than the whine of crickets. The little night dew sprinkled on the mossy step stone, and the sound of hitting the anvil no longer came through the curtain; The autumn rain hit the wall covered with Ficus pumila, and it was difficult to hear the plaintive flute in the yard next door. Your name is still in my ear, and the parrot in front of the eaves is still calling; Your life is coming to an end, and the begonia outside the railing will wither ahead of time. In the past, you hid behind the screen to hide and seek, but now, you can't hear your own footsteps; Once upon a time, you went to mow in front of the yard. Now, those vanilla flowers are waiting for you to pick them in vain! The embroidery thread has been discarded. Who else will cut the pattern and set the color? The white silk is broken, no one burns iron, no one burns spices! Yesterday, I was ordered by strict father to go far away on business, so I didn't have time to say goodbye to you. Today, I don't care whether the loving mother will be angry or not. I took a stick to mourn, but your coffin was carried away again. When I heard the news that your coffin was burned, I immediately felt that I had broken my oath to die with you. I am deeply ashamed that your last resting place suffered such a disaster. I tell you an old saying, you should assimilate dust. Look at the west wind ancient temple, green phosphorus lingering; On the barren grave in the sunset, the bones are scattered and hard to collect! Listen to the rustling of eucalyptus and elm trees, and the rustling and whispering of mugwort leaves! The mourning ape cried through the cave of the misty tomb, and the ghost cried around the misty ridge. Originally, I thought the son in the red gauze tent had deep feelings, but now I believe the girl in the loess pile. Her fate is really tragic! I am like King Runan who has lost Jasper, and my tears can only flow to the west wind; For another example, Skillen couldn't keep the green beads, and this silent confession could only be confided to Leng Yue. Ah! This is a disaster caused by the conspiracy of quotations, where is God jealous of our friendship! Will my punishment be lenient if I clamp the rotten mouth of a long-tongued slave? Cut open that vicious woman's black heart, and my resentment will be hard to get rid of! Although your fate in the world is shallow, I have deep feelings for you. Because I am infatuated, it is inevitable that I will always ask questions. Now I know that God has sent a will to seal you as a flower palace to be summoned. You were with Whelan when you were alive. You are dead, please be the master of hibiscus. It seems ridiculous to listen to my little daughter. I think this is well founded. Why? Ye Fashan in the Tang Dynasty once took Li Yong's soul away from his dream and asked him to write an inscription. The poet Li He was also sent by God to write a suicide note for Baiyulou. Although things are different, the reason is the same. Therefore, everything must find someone who can deserve it. If this person is not worthy of this, is it too cruel? Now I believe that it is very appropriate for God to measure a person and entrust things to him, and he will not live up to his character and talent. So, I hope your immortal soul can come here. I deliberately told you these words without being rude or vulgar, and made a song to call your soul and say, why is the sky so gray? Did you drive Yulong and invite you to swim in heaven? Why is the earth so big! Did you drive an ivory cart to the cemetery? Look at that beautiful umbrella! Is it the light of the white star and the tail star that you ride? Open the canopy decorated with feathers and open the road ahead! Are dangerous stars and virtual stars guarding your sides? Let Yun Shen accompany you as a servant! Do you expect the moon-driving god to send you away? Listen to the axle creak! Are you driving a couple on a trip? Smell the fragrant aroma! Did you connect Du Heng in series? How dazzling this dress is! Did you carve the bright moon on the earrings? Make an altar with lush flowers and leaves! Did you light the lamp and burn incense oil? Carve patterns on the gourd as drinking utensils! Are you drinking green wine and cinnamon pulp? Look up at the clouds in the sky and stare! I seem to see something; Bow your head to the distance and listen to it! I heard something in a trance. Are you dating the vast tuas in an infinitely distant place? How dare you abandon me in this world! Please ask Fengshen to help me drive! Can you drive me there? For this reason, my heart is full of emotion! What's the use of crying for nothing? You sleep quietly! Is the change of heaven really like this? Since the tomb is so safe! Why do you want to become a fairy after death? I am still bound and a burden to the world! Can your soul feel something and come to me? Come on, don't go again when you come! You'd better come here! You live in chaos and silence; Even if you come here, you can't be seen. I use female radish as a curtain and arrange calamus on both sides, like a ritual. Also warned Ada not to sleep, and taught Lianxin not to suffer. Motome invites you to the mountain covered with laurel trees, and Fu Fei greets you at the edge of the continent covered with orchids. Blowing sheng for you, blowing cold springs for you; Called Song a princess and alarmed Li Shan's mother. Gui Ling jumped out of Luoshui with a book on his back, just like Dayu did when he was controlling water. All the animals danced in droves like Yao Shun's Song of the Fairy Pool. Lurking in Chishui, the dragon is singing; Phoenix, which lives in the pearl forest, is flying. Respect and piety can touch the gods, and there is no need to decorate the facade with sacrificial vessels. You start from the lower city in the sky and return to Xuanpu Wonderland in Kunlun Mountain. Obviously, we can communicate with each other, but suddenly we are inaccessible by Qingyun. Life is intermittent, like clouds and smoke, and the fairy is ethereal, but it is hard to see like fog and drizzle. The dust and fog have dissipated and the stars are high; How beautiful these streams and mountains are! The moon is at the zenith. Why is my heart so upset? Like a dream unfolding before your eyes. So I sighed heartily, looked around in disappointment, cried and wandered. People, already asleep; Bamboo grove, playing the music of nature. I saw frightened birds flying around, and only heard fish flapping on the water. I wrote down my inner sadness and held this memorial ceremony as a prayer, hoping for good luck. Sadness, please come and taste this fragrant tea!