加载中…聆听《葬花吟》感受《红楼梦》
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《葬花吟》是清代伟大文学家曹雪芹的小说《红楼梦》第二十七回《滴翠亭杨妃戏彩蝶
埋香冢飞燕泣残红》之中林黛玉所吟诵出来的一首古体诗。全诗抒情淋漓尽致，语言如泣如诉，声声悲音，字字血泪，满篇无一字不是发自肺腑、无一字不是血泪凝成。
《葬花吟》是《红楼梦》一书中历来最为人所称道、艺术上最为成功的诗篇之一。此诗是林黛玉感叹身世遭遇的全部哀音的代表，也是作者曹雪芹借以塑造这一艺术形象，表现其性格特性的重要作品。《葬花吟》与第七十八回中的《芙蓉女儿诔》，一诗一文，堪称《红楼梦》一书中诗文作品的巨制双璧。
静静地聆听由王立平谱曲，陈力演唱的《葬花吟》，细细地感受……
三个中文版本和一个英文翻译：
（一）程高通行本
花谢花飞花满天，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，愁绪满怀无释处。
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？
三月香巢已垒成，梁间燕子太无情！
明年花发虽可啄，却不道人去梁空巢也倾。
一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼；
明媚鲜妍能几时，一朝漂泊难寻觅。
花开易见落难寻，阶前愁杀葬花人，
独倚花锄泪暗洒，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。
怪奴底事倍伤神？半为怜春半恼春。
怜春忽至恼忽去，至又无言去未闻。
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？
未若锦囊收艳骨，一抔净土掩风流。
质本洁来还洁去，强于污淖陷渠沟。
尔今死去侬收葬，未卜侬身何日丧？
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！
（二）甲戌本
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，愁绪满怀无释处。
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？
三月香巢已垒成，梁间燕子太无情！
明年花发虽可啄，却不道人去梁空巢也倾。
一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼。
明媚鲜妍能几时？一朝漂泊难寻觅。
花开易见落难寻，阶前闷死葬花人。
独倚花锄泪暗洒，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。
怪奴底事倍伤神？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。
愿奴胁下生双翼，随花飞到天尽头。
天尽头，何处有香丘？
未若锦囊收艳骨，一抷净土掩风流！
质本洁来还洁去，强于污淖陷渠沟。
尔今死去侬收葬，未卜侬身何日丧？
侬今葬花人笑痴，他年葬侬知有谁？
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！
（三）周汝昌校本
花谢花飞花满天，红消香断有谁怜？
游丝软系飘春榭，落絮轻沾扑绣帘。
帘中女儿惜春莫，愁绪满怀无处诉。
手把花锄出绣帘，忍踏落花来复去？
柳丝榆荚自芳菲，不管桃飘与柳飞。
桃李明年能再发，明岁闺中知有谁？
三月香巢已垒成，梁间燕子太无情！
明年花发虽可啄，却不道人去梁空巢也倾。
一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼。
明媚鲜妍能几时？一朝漂泊难寻觅。
花开易见落难寻，阶前闷杀葬花人。
独把香锄泪暗洒，洒上花枝见血痕。
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。
怪奴底事倍伤神？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。
愿奴胁下生双翼，随花飞落天尽头。
天尽头，何处有香丘？
未若锦囊收艳骨，一抔冷土掩风流。
质本洁来还洁去，强于污淖陷渠沟。
尔今死去奴收葬，未卜奴身何日亡？
奴今葬花人笑痴，他年葬奴知是谁？
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。
（四）英文版——英国 霍克斯 译
The blossoms fade and falling fill
the air,
Of fragrance and bright hues bereft
and bare.
Floss drifts and flutters round the
Maiden`s bower,
Or softly strikes against her
curtained door.
The Maid ,grieved by these signs of
spring`s decease,
Seeking some means her sorrow to
express,
Has rake in hand into the garden
gone,
Before the fallen flowers are
trampled on.
Elm-pods and willow-floss are
fragrant too;
Why care,Maid,where the fallen
flowers blew?
Next year ,when peach and plum-tree
bloom again,
Which of your sweet companions will
remain?
This spring the heartless swallow
built his nest
Beneath the eaves of mud with
flowers compressed.
Next year the flowers will blossom
as before,
But swallow ,nest ,and Maid will be
no more.
Three hundred and three-score the
year`s full tale:
From swords of frost and from the
slaughtering gale
How can the lovely flowers long stay
intact,
Or, once loosed,from their drifting
fate draw back?
Blooming so steadfast ,fallen so
hard to find!
Beside the flowers`grave,with
sorrowing mind,
The solitary Maid sheds many a
tear,
Which on the boughs as bloody drops
appear.
At twilight ,when the cuckoo sings
no more,
The Maiden with her rake goes in at
door
And lays her down between the
lamplit walls,
While a chill rain against the
window falls.
I know not why my heart`s so
strangely sad,
Half grieving for the spring and yet
half glad:
Glad that it came ,grieved it so
soon was spent.
So soft it came ,so silently it
went!
Last night ,outside ,a mournful
sound was heard:
The spirits of the flowers and of
the bird.
But neither bird nor flowers would
long delay,
Bird lacking speech,and flowers too
shy to stay.
And then I wished that I had wings
to fly
After the drifting flowers across
the sky:
Across the sky to the world`s
farthest end,
The flowers` last fragrant
resting-place to find.
But better their remains in silk to
lay
And bury underneath the wholesome
clay,
Pure substances the pure earth to
enrich,
Than leave to soak and stink in some
foul ditch.
Can I,that these flowers` obsequies
attend,
Divine how soon or late my life will
end?
Let others laugh flower-burial to
see:
Another year who will be burying
me?
As petals drop and spring begins to
fail,
The bloom of youth,too,sickens and
turns pale.
One day,when spring has gone and
youth has fled.
The Maiden and the flowers will both
be dead.
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