Just before reaching the flowers' grave,Pao-yu caught the sound of sobs on the other side of the hill.He halted to listen carefully.It was Tai-yu lamenting and weeping there,"As blossoms fade and fly across the sky,who pities the faded red,the scent that has been?...Men laugh at my folly in burrying flowers,but who will bury me when dead I lie?"Pao-yu, listening,was also overcome with grief and wept.
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