To My Heart's Daiyu -- Chen Xiaoxu

A Dream of Red Mansions spanning twenty years, the sentiment for the Crimson Pearl Fairy deeply etched in my heart. Every smile and frown of Xiao Xu has, for many years, deeply entranced me.

Every time I read Dream of Red Mansions, the figure that comes to mind is hers. It's not to say she was perfect, but her beauty, etherealness, solitude, and elegance had reached its pinnacle.

In a daze, I heard that the former Daiyu had become Miaozhen. In another daze, I was shocked by the news of her death.

I recall those almond eyes filled with lustrous grace, whether in tears or laughter, always graceful. I remember that tragic moment when emotions were so deep, whether in joy or anger, it was always at its most profound.

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That day, still young and ignorant, a beautiful woman came into my sight. Her posture while crying broke my heart. I remembered a stunning name: Lin Daiyu.

After revisiting it many times, I finally remembered who gave Daiyu such genuine beauty. It was her who engraved the legendary woman in the hearts of countless people. Now recalling, it's just fragments of memories, unable to piece together the broken emotions.

As flowers wither and fly, their fate of drifting cannot find its root. As red fades and fragrance ceases, the soul returns swiftly to the Heaven of Departed Spirits. Crying until all red fades, teary eyes cannot see the desolate path ahead. When spring ends, her appearance and laughter can only be found in memories.

Eyes brimming with tears, unable to express infinite sorrow. The autumn window with wind and rain, where are warmth and melancholy? Carrying sorrow and reflecting hatred, who accompanies on the Yellow Spring Road? The window screen is already wet, the river may end but thoughts have no bounds.

Listening again to the "Funeral Flower Ode," the sorrowful music accompanying the girl among flower rain is the most tragic scenery in this world. Reading once more the "Futile Furrowed Brows," the Immortal Flower of Langyuan truly returns to the banks of the Spirit River, never shedding those endless tears again.

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A legend draws to a close, a spirit ascends to heaven, accompanied by that great work. There is a kind of beauty called eternity, a memory that will never fade.

Looking up at the vast sky, tears welling up in my eyes, the one I love was not merely the character she portrayed twenty years ago.

Endless sorrow and blessings are solely for Lin Daiyu, who now rests in peace in heaven.