Mei Gaojie is proud; Lan is elegant and ethereal; Bamboo is modest and restrained; Chrysanthemum Leng Yan halal. Known as the four gentlemen by scholars of past dynasties.
But why did the ancients put Mei in the first place? Is it because it blooms before flowers in the cold? Or is it because of the faint fragrance? Is it jade bone Ice Muscle Aoxueling Cream?
Speaking of plum, my favorite is Bai Mei, where Leng Yan is spotless and fragrant. White is extraordinary; White is elegant and pure; As white as snow. Lu Meipo once wrote in the poem "Xue Mei": "The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but the snow has lost a plum fragrance." Wang Mian also wrote in "Bridled Eyebrows": "There is this body in ice and snow, and peaches and plums are different. Suddenly a Ye Xiang, scattered for Kukun Wan Li Spring. " However, the best way to write Mei is Lin Bu's "Thin shadows are shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk." There is not a plum word in his words, but he writes the shadow and fragrance of plum vividly and beautifully, causing countless associations.
Because of Lin Bu's deep love for Mei, it is possible to describe the elegant charm of Mei, and to write poems that will be read through the ages. Known by the world as "plum blossom wife crane". It is the time with Mei that makes him appreciate Mei's character and understand Mei's temperament, so Mei in his eyes is full of emotion, and Mei in his works is even more fascinating. Its shape is light, beautiful, smart and charming, and it is quite like a sage. (Prose reading: www.sanwen.net)
Looking at his poems again, I think Lin Bu's favorite is bridled eyebrows. Although red plum is as beautiful as a cloud, red is the eye of the public. After all, vulgar. Only white is pure color, and that piece of white merlin must be beautiful fragrant snow. I saw on the Internet that, as I expected, Lin Bu liked Rosa multiflora, and I couldn't help secretly admiring it. In fact, I had a similar love for the hermit who was also a vassal.
To say that the most charming temperament of plum blossom is a kind of self-sufficiency in loneliness. It disdains to be a group of people, and it is not in Man Chun. In the snow, a tree is blooming with a faint fragrance, which attacks people with the wind. Seclusion and indifference, firmness and self-control, high standards stand out. Thought-provoking, people give birth to infinite reverie. Looking forward to meeting Meihua happily.
I often fantasize that there should be a beautiful woman playing flute next to Bai Meilin, with long hair and a purple dress. The air smells of plum blossoms, and the sweet souls of several petals of plum blossoms are floating in the breeze. The flute is long and fragrant, and the soul and sweet soul complement each other. Can such a scene in the dust be worthy of Mei's temperament? Pure white can only be matched with lofty purple, which brings inner spiritual harmony and inner peace.
Lonely orchids in a deserted valley-(of a person) of high moral character.
Orchids are elegant, virtuous, dignified, charming and fragrant. Born in the valley, no one is fragrant. Confucius called it "the fragrance of kings". And Lan is also arrogant, unconventional, elegant, ethical, indifferent and self-sufficient, independent.
Confucius said: "Lan Zhisheng was born in the deep mountains and forests, not because everyone didn't like Xiu De, a gentleman, and didn't change his religion for poverty. Qu Yuan wrote in Lisao: "Yu is both a nine-acre orchid and a hundred-acre tree. "Lan and Confucius and Qu Zi, like Zhu and Tao Yuanming, are used to encourage self-discipline.
Orchid is my favorite flower. People are more accustomed to interpret the symbolic meaning of orchids from their appearance, posture, living environment and internal temperament. All people who love orchids, plant orchids, appreciate orchids and chant orchids draw moral strength from orchids, thus consciously shaping, upgrading and sublimating their personality and mind.
The most fascinating thing about orchids is their quietness. It grows in the deep mountains and valleys, independent and quietly open. It is not accompanied by flowers, dreaming alone in the silent time and space, with the temperament of a hermit, an open mind that does not seek career access, fame and fortune, but only aims at ambition in the chest. Orchids will not flatter others, nor will they leave the quiet pure land. Once planted in a bustling city, it will inevitably be polluted by dirt and flowers will wither.
People often say that orchids are difficult to raise. In fact, they don't know orchids. Orchids are narcissistic, chaste and beautiful, and have their own spiritual character. They insist on their own fragrance and would rather wither and die than be displayed in desks and living rooms without fragrance. They belong to the valley, which is their permanent home.
I also raised orchids, Clivia and orchids. Although I took good care of them for several years, they withered. After thinking about their dead bodies for a long time, I finally understand that orchids are proud flowers. Their color and fragrance do not bloom for secular people, but only for those who understand them, those who know them and those who love them. Love it and give it free space. Since then, my orchids have only lived in the valley and in my heart. I often tell flower growers that if you don't know orchids, don't raise them.
Among many kinds of orchids, I like China orchids best. Among the four-season orchids, China Cymbidium hybridum belongs to Hanlan, also known as the orchid for reporting the year and the orchid for welcoming the new year. Its color is deep purple, which is common in streams under mountain forests, and also in grass under evergreen broad-leaved forests or mixed forests. Its leaves are clustered, long and narrow, sword-shaped, fragrant and colorful.
Chinese cymbidium is a precious ornamental orchid with beautiful flowers and unique leaves, but this is not the reason why I like it best. I like it only because it is full of charm in the ice and snow, and there is no tendency to be melodramatic and flattering. Imagine, in the snow, it takes pine forests and mountains as friends, displays the essence of the bright moon, gathers the spirit of heaven and earth, quietly blooms in the smart snow, quietly exudes a faint fragrance, and stands alone in a hot land, elegant and elegant, with both charm and purity. How can I not love you deeply?
Orchids are allied with ice and snow, ethereal and elegant, clean and elegant, what a beautiful and moving charm! ! ! Can people who love elegance not be impressed by its charm?
Orchids are reclusive gentlemen, born with beauty and natural roots. It was appreciated by Dont Ask For Help and praised by Dont Ask For Help. If you use musical instruments to interpret it, I think only guqin? Guqin is the king of classical musical instruments, which can rival the fragrance of kings. The antique guqin, placed in the wilderness, has a faint fragrance nearby and gurgling water in the distance. Played by an elegant and beautiful woman, the plain long skirt dances lightly, with the elegant, proud, mysterious and romantic purple of orchids. People and flowers, scenery and colors naturally complement each other.
If the bamboo heart is like a valley,
Bamboo is knotted, thin but tall and straight, unyielding in wind, not turbid in rain, and still tenacious in hard work. Summer is not afraid of heat, and winter is not unyielding. Life does not exclude barren soil, and it will be resurrected after cutting. Therefore, Su Dongpo, a literary giant in the Song Dynasty, was addicted to bamboo, leaving a famous sentence "You can eat without meat, but you can't help eating bamboo". Zheng Banqiao, the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, enjoys, sings and paints bamboo. He has a well-thought-out plan. He splashed ink on a picture of Zhu Mo, which made the bamboo tough and upright, and the momentum was amazing. And there is a poem saying, "scatter a little, win a little, and strive to make autumn sounds and make window storms." He is good at polishing ink bamboo with green and stone to make it have knots, fragrance and bones. It has reached the realm of painting in poetry and poetry in painting, giving people a vivid, multi-level and implication feeling.
Affected by them, in early spring, I begged my colleagues to bring me some young bamboos and plant them in the open space behind my building. When I first came, they were very slender, not much taller than ornamental bamboo. Maybe they are still homesick. Maybe they haven't adapted to the new environment?
After a storm in summer, I went to see them, my bamboo! The asbestos shingles blown off by the strong wind are under me. I was suddenly shocked and thought that they must be doomed. When I caught up with them and opened the asbestos tile, they stood up from the ground intact. After that, I was busy with work and study, so I didn't pay much attention to them. That is, in just a few years, they strung together from south to north and grew into a bamboo forest. Some young bamboos curious about good things took advantage of my preference for them and got into my balcony through the open window. I wonder if they want to talk to me and discuss their ancestors. Or do you want to squeeze in and listen to my music and continue to improve their taste?
A breeze blows across the bamboo leaves, just like a musician fiddling with a string. On a rainy night, listening to the falling rain on bamboo leaves, my heart is full of infinite nostalgia and a lot of poetry. I think ancient literati must have used bamboo's integrity as a metaphor, and used bamboo's open-minded tolerance to be proud of the ups and downs in the world.
The style of bamboo can be summarized in one sentence, that is, there was a knot before it was unearthed, and it was still modest when it arrived in Lingyun. The artistic conception outlined by Wang Wei in the poem Zhuliguan is also a kind of quiet and serene complacency. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. If I use my imagination to interpret this poem, it is in the quiet bamboo forest, under the bright moon in Shu Lang, the evening breeze blows gently and the bamboo leaves rustle. A clever and naughty woman fiddles with the guzheng and whistles gently with the rhythm of music. A woman who devotes herself wholeheartedly to integrating herself into nature explains her deep affection for nature with music and places her love for nature on bamboo.
Autumn chrysanthemum is in full bloom.
Late autumn, under the setting sun, beside the hedge, clumps of chrysanthemums proudly open. They are stacked on top of each other, clinging to each other, fearless of the cold wind and severe frost, indifferent to Tsinghua, carefree and natural.
The artistic conception is as Mr. Tao Yuanming wrote in Drinking in May 6th, "Building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten what I want to say. " Wang Tao, a Qing Dynasty man, said in the article "Inviting Chen Sheng to Enjoy Chrysanthemums" that there are three kinds of flowers, namely, divine flowers, first-class flowers and brilliant flowers, but chrysanthemums have both. God is "noble, indifferent and tireless; Escape in "Ao Shuang has a strong heart, and there is no vulgarity in the bamboo; Yan is "like a virgin lover, holding her virginity and containing her elements." I think the chrysanthemum they praised must be the wild chrysanthemum in the countryside. Although the color is tasteless, only the wild chrysanthemum is elegant and noble, full of charm. It blooms leisurely, leisurely, brilliant and decadent, warm and unassuming, elegant and without losing its wildness. The wilderness in late autumn belongs to them. The golden color is swaying in the wind, and the autumn frost stands proudly.
In my personal hobby, I like golden yellow wild chrysanthemums very much. Yuan Ye, grasslands, valleys, streams and roadsides are silently open, overwhelming, and the wind is blowing, like a surging golden river, naturally stretching the true colors of life. For this season, in order to fulfill their mission, the autumn girls hold their heads high and sing in the cold wind, and are proud in first frost.
A few years ago, I crocheted a sweater with a wild chrysanthemum pattern. I think golden yellow can best represent the enthusiasm and pride of chrysanthemum, so I bought a golden mohair thread with bright spots. After the crochet is completed, the effect is excellent, and it attracts a high return rate after wearing it. Not because I am beautiful, but because of the sweater of wild chrysanthemum. For most women, it is a common problem to like shopping. When I put on that wild chrysanthemum sweater, I "marched in the market". When I told them that it was knitted by myself, their faces were full of loss.
I often go to Yuan Ye in late autumn to pick a bunch of wild chrysanthemums and arrange flowers with game. In my spare time, I sit beside them, accompany them quietly and look at them gently. I firmly believe that every wild chrysanthemum has its own story with the soil, and every leaf contains the rhythm of spring. They become one, awakening the eyes of love and emitting charming charm in late autumn.