Original: The shadows are faint and fragrant, and Jinggu Mountain is beautiful; Light clouds and light wind, clear and bright, the wicker of the old house is very comfortable. From Li Yu's "Li Weng vs Yun Liu Yu" in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.
The shadow and faint fragrance of the sparse branches of the plum blossom tree are the plum blossoms in the lonely mountain where Lin Bu lives; A cool day is slightly cloudy and the weather is very cool. Willow branches stretch in front of Tao Yuanming's former residence.
This is a famous antithesis, and "thin shadow" is used to describe "Dimfragrance". Both of them describe plum blossoms, but one focuses on appearance, the other on connotation, the other on sight and the other on smell. In fact, "shadow" and "fragrance" are elusive, and adding a very suitable modifier in front of them becomes more and more vague.
Poetry about shadows and smells;
Xiao Mei in a Mountain Garden by Lin Bu, a poet in the Song Dynasty: All fragrant flowers shake off their beauty and occupy a small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Flowers wither, unique plum blossoms proudly bloom against the cold wind, and bright and gorgeous scenery occupies all the scenery in the small garden. Sparse shadows, sideways in shallow water, fragrant in the moonlight at dusk.
Cold birds want to fly down, first glance at plum blossoms; When butterflies know the beauty of plum blossoms, they will lose their souls. Fortunately, I can recite in a low voice, get close to plum blossoms, don't have to knock on sandalwood to sing, and insist on drinking and enjoying in the golden cup.
It's really difficult to draw the posture and layout like silk dotted with crisp cheese-like branches. Enjoy the sunset Spring Festival Gala, the film should not be afraid of the cold night in first frost. Qingming only cherishes neighboring monks, and is cold, aloof and disrespectful. Thinking of the old journey in Jiangnan, the fragrant soul falls on the saddle where the wine flag sings.