Under the tenacious perseverance of a rest, Liu Xingmei persisted in going through a difficult and long journey, just like Tao Zhenkun carried her mother's corpse at the beginning, but this time she was carrying a stone, the weight of the stone and the corpse are different, but the physical strength of men and women is also different! With this strong will to support a person, she finally came to Mei Xiang's grave after sweating. She laid down her shovel and the stele, and without resting for a moment, she dug a pit in front of the new grave with a shovel and erected it there and buried it. Then she found a more square stone and placed it in front of the tombstone, and then she picked some wild flowers and carried them to Mei Xiang's grave, and placed them on the stone, and only then did she sit down. Facing this new grave, her tears flowed. The bosom sisters who have nothing to talk about are separated by yin and yang under the burial of the loess!

Everything in the past is vivid, but now it is so unbearable!

The black tiger sat down quietly beside her, looking at the mistress for a while, and the mound for a while, and it would never read the mood of a mute beast!

"Sister, it's all my sister's fault for not protecting you, I'm sorry! This is not a common hatred, don't worry, my sister will definitely give you revenge, I can't let you hate Jiuquan, I swear, if I don't kill Zhu Le, I swear not to be a person! Sister Xiang, although you died unjustly and tragically, you will always be young and beautiful in the minds of those who remember you, what woman in the world does not cherish her good looks? But you won't face your aging and feel sorry for yourself! You are a beautiful phoenix, I pray for your nirvana rebirth, and I hope that you and I will meet again in this world. ”

She hid her face with her hands and cried on her knees. In the palms of her two hands, blood blisters were worn out to polish and carve a tombstone, but the pain was ignored. When she cried for a long time, she murmured: "Sister Xiang, can I read the poem of Daiyu's funeral flowers to you?"

So, she chanted:

"'Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow and nowhere to go;

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth?

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once wandering.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the flower people are suffocated in front of the steps;

Alone sprinkled the flowers with tears and sprinkled the empty branches to see the blood.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door;

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for hurting the gods? Half for the spring of pity and half of the annoyed spring.

The pity of the spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May the slave give birth to wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land;

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age.

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing! ’”

This poem contains the woman's sigh of self-pity!

The fate of love and hate is like a life trapped in a cage. The girl who used to love to hear her stories will never hear it again! She didn't know if Mei Xiang's soul, who had died unjustly, was in hell or heaven at this time.

She talked to herself here with Mei Xiang underground, until dusk, after taking a look at the big grave where her in-laws were buried not far away, she walked back with a gun and a shovel, and even the mystery of the cock and cunt not far away no longer aroused her curiosity, and even the place related to her bizarre birth made her no longer interested! I saw countless mountain swallows flying in flocks above the ghost tower, which is where their nests gather, the home of the north.

During this period, the black tiger barked into the distance several times, as if it had found something to remind its mistress, but it made its mistress still indifferent! Without the hostess to speak, it had to stand by, as if it had learned to be obedient, and did not dare to leave its post without permission.

On the way, the black tiger barked again, and Liu Xingmei also saw a figure hidden in the woods, keeping a certain distance from herself, she knew who it was, but ignored him.

Without her, Tao Zhenzong would not dare to approach her.

(To be supplemented)