Plum bones, the moral integrity of a lifetime is magnificent in the world
One
Snow, with a bit of softness, weaves the world into a brocade. Close your eyes and listen to the snow, the voice is extremely calm, calm and charming.
The snowy night is mixed with all kinds of emotions, all kinds of past events, many worries, and sadness will still linger around me, but I have adapted to living with them. Peace in peace.
The two old men not far away were bent over, bathed in the soft light, and walking tremblingly into the darkness holding each other's arms. At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
Returning to the dimly lit room, I looked up and saw a few old plum trees blooming hotly, despite the frost and cold weather, not caring about the depth of winter.
In this cold and desolate world, plum blossoms fell into my deep eyes. Then, my calm heart began to ripple with waves, and the love hidden in the depths of my eyes also I am constantly being pulled out, and my eyes are both bright and blurry. I can't help but sigh that the world has great beauty but remains silent from beginning to end, while people do not hide their flaws, but they are often entangled in unnecessary confusion and troubles. Only by letting go and giving up, letting the haze in your heart dissipate, will life become more carefree and casual. In a lonely and lonely place, a proud snow-cold plum blossom will bloom, and the infinite and far-reaching artistic conception will come, and loneliness will be beautiful. .
The clear night sky, the clear plum blossoms, rustled down, the wind accidentally blew the plum branches, so there was a rustling sound, and the snow fell from the bent last plum branch, like rock candy. The debris also left behind a lot of beauty.
Viewed from a distance, the first blooming plum blossoms look so gentle, elegant, beautiful and distant. There is a sense of emptiness and loneliness among the dense flowers, and the lingering coldness keeps swirling.
Plum branches, vigorous and vicissitudes of life. The petals are clustered together, and the fragrance is refreshing. The light fragrance quietly surrounds the nose. Close your eyes and feel it gently, and you will feel extremely happy inside.
I was wondering, at this moment, would anyone be walking in the snow looking for plum blossoms, picking off a flower, and putting a hairpin on their clothes? Or is there someone lying in the plum forest, soaking up the most vivid poetry, playing the flute with the plum blossoms, and intoxicatedly enjoying the beautiful scenery alone?
Plum blossom is not only a flower with beauty, but also a flower with character, because it can withstand the bitter cold. No matter how heavy the wind and snow are, it will still bloom stubbornly. This kind of beauty has experienced the vicissitudes of life. After that, more meaningful beauty.
Through the passage of time, it has bloomed for thousands of years on the white pages, and is filled with wisps of fragrance. I can't help but think of Shen Fu's words, "On a snowy night, light the stove, cuddle up to each other, and listen to the falling snow." The joy in my heart is like the singing of birds in the wind, which can give rise to a lot of joy for no reason.
When all things are sleeping soundly, the plum blossoms bloom in the snow, bright and red, as enchanting as fire in the snow. It sips the white snow and wanders in the desolate cold with ease, showing no fear or fear. Its pure and sparse posture is incomparable to other types of flowers.
Plum branches can be raised, bent, sparse, numerous, contended for, or relied on; but for this reason, they can be majestic, melancholy, excited, comfortable, persevering, or attached...
All flowers and plants in the world avoid snow, only plum blossoms use snow to decorate themselves and temper themselves. What kind of unruly personality is this? Between the heaven and the earth, the clusters of plum blossoms bloom in the cold weather. What kind of scattered beauty should the scattered shadows look like?
Two
There is tea smoke in the room, the fragrance of flowers is fine, and the ink dish on the table is also emitting bursts of fragrance.
They are entwined with each other, lightly outlined on the tip of the nose, and the light taste makes people happy. The dullness and boredom in winter are made sparkling by the company of books and plum blossoms, and the flowers of spring and autumn are fruitful. On days when I am not disturbed, I just want to calm down and enjoy the exuberance and richness of the book. Leaning against the window, Qianqian's thin fingers kept rubbing the pages of the book, flipping through it with an almost unclear purpose, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.
In the deep cold winter, I live in seclusion. A small world is enough to accommodate a pure and distant heart. Deep in the soul, after all, it yearns for silence, just like its yearning in winter.
As time goes by, people here are getting older, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is like the moonlight over the mountain stream, illuminating the desolation, while I feel at ease and retract into my old stories about my old friends, listening to the vastness of the world.
Plum blossoms, with their ice-like color and intoxicating fragrance, have always been a favorite of ancient literati.
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk." This is a sentence written by Lin Bu, a poet from the Song Dynasty. Such sentences are very light and soft, as if there is a fairy spirit holding them, pushing the dusty world very far away.
The fragrance of plum blossoms is like a mountain, and the rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building. It comes like this quietly, and a few red plum blossoms bloom in the cold, small and gorgeous. The gathered aroma is like a hairspring that is constantly being cut.
The sparse shadows are slanting, and the subtle fragrance is floating. This artistic conception is like the time on the light words, and the unreflective pen and ink outline makes the time bloom. The light and secluded "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden", in Linpu's writing, makes the pale and desolate winter more interesting. The poet lived in seclusion in the mountains all his life, taking cranes as his sons and plum blossoms as his wives, which shows his love for plum blossoms.
Lin Pu in the Song Dynasty was a true confidant of Meihua. But today, the state of plum wife and crane child was only available in the Song Dynasty, and only Lin Bu had it. Since the Song Dynasty, there has been no trace of it.
Coming out of poetry and self-imagination, the hot and enchanting flames in the furnace danced non-stop, leaving a ferocious look on the wall with their teeth and claws. The tea also boiled, and there was a gurgling smoke. With heat.
When the silence comes, I smell the fragrance of flowers, read books, drink tea, and ignore worldly affairs, as if the honor, disgrace, grace, luxury and prosperity in the world have all been taken away lightly.
The beauty and joy of this life are kept warm in my heart. Under the bright sun, in the setting sun, in the morning light, I hold a pot of time among the flowers, listen to the floating incense, and enjoy the plum blossoms and falling snow.
Three
The rippling moonlight makes people think of returning to the fields and hoeing under the bright moon, while the falling plum blossoms and snow also soften the years. Time is like two ancient paintings, half of which have fallen off and taken away the charm.
Exploring the plum blossoms in the mountains, the plum blossoms remain unique, not close to the world, not in line with the world, and the petals are all shaped like women's hearts, and they are extremely ethereal, maybe they are. The moonlit dusk is so beautiful.
The plum blossoms stand in a quiet place, ancient and quiet, among the sparse mountains and rivers, the plum blossoms have many shadows, and the mountains are silent. Their small appearance is like a poem with wonderful words, waiting for the wind to blow gently. Sing harmoniously, in the vast distance between heaven and earth, the plum blossoms are thin and fall slowly, a burst of fragrance, and a flower blooms.
The faint fragrance of plum blossoms filled the entire mountain. From the mist of time, she slowly appears in my heart.
Meihua is always calm, does not fight or rush, and is calm and appropriate. This also gives Meihua an extra calm and calm attitude. What kind of woman is Mei? The most grand and prosperous scenery blooms from the most desolate season.
I like a poem called Dark Fragrance. "In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times, and the flute played by the plum blossoms evoked the beauties, regardless of the cold and climbing. Now that I am getting older, I have forgotten the spring breeze."
The main idea of ??the poem It means that the author remembered the scene where he played the flute beside the plum blossoms in the old moonlight. The faint sound of the flute echoed in the night sky, arousing the beauty. She climbed and folded the plum blossoms with him regardless of the coldness in the snow. Nowadays, things and people have changed, and only memories are left for the old ones. The spring breeze lyrics of the past and the warmth of the past no longer exist, leaving only "But it's strange, there are sparse flowers outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao mat."
Plum blossoms outside the bamboo forest Sparsely, when a cold fragrance blows, it's like a gorgeous banquet. A man of his age was already indifferent to everything, but the cold fragrance of plum blossoms stirred his calm heart again. At this time, he must have thought of the beautiful woman who accompanied him to fold plum blossoms in the past. However, even if he could play the flute sound of that year now, he could not call back the beautiful figure of the beautiful lady. The passion of plum blossoms is also ruthless. He missed the beautiful lady far away and wanted to break off a branch of plum blossom and send it to her, but the mountains were long and the river was far away, and the earth was covered with snow. He couldn't find the path, so he could only hold the wine glass and drink alone under the moon, crying over the plum blossoms.
Flowers have always been closely related to a person’s wandering life and the ups and downs of honor and disgrace. They spend their whole life using their whiteness and purity to indulge in the dust in the poet’s heart.
The plum blossoms bloom on the branches. The rain bath condenses the fat, and the water is tilted in a certain way. If a person is reflected in the flowers, he will be charming and full of arrogance. This kind of plum blossom is loved by Chinese people and Chinese literati.
The fragrance of plum blossoms remains the same. Chinese people integrate their temperament into plum blossoms. The mood of plum blossoms often reflects the spiritual world of literati. The same season and place show different realms due to the changes in the world and different moods.
Zhang Dai’s Lake Pavilion to watch the snow is full of fairy spirit and popularity. Gong Zizhen's plum blossoms in the Qing Dynasty injected too much depression and pain into them.
The plum branches are thin and thin, but after all, they cannot escape the stereotype of a plum blossom with a sound of sorrow and joy.
The plum blossoms of Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty are numerous and vibrant. The one we are most familiar with and remember is his ancient poem "Mei Mei". The painter Jin Nong was also extremely obsessed with plum blossoms. He wrote in "Painting" In "Plum Blossom Inscriptions", he sang softly and clearly showed his poetic spirit, "The bird checked, suddenly the fragrance came to my house, and a branch shone in my eyes like snow and plum blossoms. There is a Shameful Spring Pavilion in my house, and thirty old plums were planted on the left and right sides of the pavilion. Every time it is cold and snowy, a branch of frozen calyx will bloom without waiting for the east wind to blow. Now I am living in Hanshang, thinking about the head of the river. I write a small horizontal and slanted poem. I don’t know how the bright moon looks in the pavilion. It must be in the Qing Dynasty. Ask about it when the dream passes. "Jin Nong painted many plum blossoms in his life, and the chronology of calligraphy and painting behind Dongxing Huapu records nearly a hundred of his handed down plum blossom works.
Mr. Wang Zhongqi also wrote in an old article, "He once saw an old painting. A hut, an old man, an earthen pot, a plum blossom inserted in it, and placed on the table , the inscription of the painting says, "The Shan family has nothing else to do on New Year's Eve, so they just plant plum blossoms to celebrate the New Year."
Speaking of plum blossoms, I have to mention one person, and that is Su Zi. On a certain day of a certain year, on a certain afternoon when plum blossoms were in full bloom, he wrote a poem. "In Huainan Village on Chunfeng Ridge, the plum blossoms had died in the past."
That year he saw drizzle plum blossoms on Chunfeng Ridge in Huangzhou. The plum blossoms bloomed over a large area in Su Dongpo's heart, and they were unscrupulous. Playing with the easily sentimental heart.
In the fragrant snow-lined afternoon, plum blossoms bloom like clouds. Su Dongpo wrote this poem when the plum blossoms were in full bloom under the Songfeng Pavilion on November 26th. Ji Xiaolan in the Qing Dynasty lamented this, "The beauty of heaven and man would not be called this flower except for this pen." When a person is poor and depressed. One is meditating, the other is humming, the other is thinking, the other is longing for each other.
Four
The love of old people.
He met her on a winter day. That day, the plum blossoms were just right. He smiled brightly and was as friendly as yesterday. He and his wife have been together for more than 60 years, with ups and downs. Half of his life has passed, but the years have not carved too many marks on his face, making him rough and dim.
Beside the plum tree, a woman was wearing a dark blue cotton and linen dress, with a ginger-yellow cotton and linen scarf wrapped around her neck. When the setting sun passes through the branches, the flowers curl in the dim light, and the light and shadow fall down, mottled and blurred. At this time, the woman changed her posture and smiled. She stroked the plum blossoms with one hand, and the other hand gently swept to the corner of her skirt and lowered it. The man next to him picked up a plum blossom and wore it with Beauty. He took a photo of his wife with his camera among the plum trees. The curve of his mouth never disappeared from the moment he pressed the shutter.
That day, the sun was shining brightly, and so was her smile, a light smile like plum blossoms in the breeze and bright moon, full of energy.
The woman was in various poses for taking pictures among the blooming plum trees, her eyes were calm and measured. The pace between the feet is so calm and light. Standing under the plum tree, she looks like the plum blossoms outlined in light ink, with a cold and delicate beauty. It can be said that she has "hands like catkins, skin like gelatin, a charming smile, and beautiful eyes that look forward to it." Although she does not have the beauty of a country, she can still be regarded as a classical beauty with full charm. "Yiren's delicate hands slid over, and thousands of years have passed in the world, and the plum blossoms have fallen one after another. I think that even if thousands of years pass, the cherries have turned red and the bananas have turned green, the woman is still the same woman, and the beautiful figure of the butterfly fluttering around the fan has not changed.
When they were young, they were teachers in different local schools. They were of the same age and both liked literature and calligraphy. Later, they got to know each other after being introduced by a matchmaker. He also felt that the first time he saw her, it was like a bright morning. Her name is Mei Yi.
It seems that the day they held hands was like this. Just right. He could still play the piece called Plum Blossom Three Nongs for her, but after a while, the sound was no longer as good as before. She could still recite the acrostic poems he wrote to her, but she would sometimes forget the words. .
But so what, the most beautiful situation is when your beloved is still by your side. They walk hand in hand throughout their lives, and their love for each other is hidden in their tender eyes. Deep, in every bright red and pink summer day, in the long autumn dusk, and in the early morning when the sun is shining, I would like to tease those dense days.
A slanting flower has a faint rouge fragrance. . She is my grandma, yes, her name is Mei Yi.
The plum blossoms are dazzling in color when illuminated by the sun. When people come to admire them, they all think that the flowers are fragrant and full of vitality, and they have a unique kind of charming scenery. Of course, I believe that the most beautiful thing is the love under the plum blossom.
Five
The moonlight is hazy, a kind of light tranquility, leisurely and distant, not stained by dust. The light from the desk lamp was tight and narrow, but at this moment, it was stronger than the bustling lights of thousands of houses.
On the table is a pen holder carved from agarwood, which is very finely polished. There are three plum blossoms on it, one big, one small, and half of it is hidden between the two. Half-covered. The elegant play at the desk, books and the fragrance of tea make the weekdays a little more peaceful and pleasant.
There is no turbulent popularity around me, and everything has become quiet. The faint smoke of tea was like the faint sweep of a beauty's eyebrows. I opened the book again and immersed myself in my own sadness and joy.
Without the galloping carnival of wind and fire in the world, all the tranquility surrounds me, gathering around me, accompanying me. No more attachment, no sadness, no joy, no care. My heart is in a leisure place, my body is in a deep valley, the shadow of the pond is empty, and my heart is empty.
Get rid of the burden of the world, and only hear the moon in the blue sky, water in the bottle, only the flowers are calm, the silver bowl is full of snow, and the lotus root flowers are filled with water. No one told me about the twists and turns of my heart, but I wrote two words that were profound on the pale paper. No regrets.
I thought that when the snow stopped, I would walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms, and go to the deep mountains and old forests to pick up a branch of wintersweet and bring it back. Using the simplest white porcelain and the most ancient tables, the plum blossoms are placed inside. There is a branch of plum blossoms, a few flowers blooming, and stars are scattered and scattered. It is really touching. Waiting for the moonlight to come and surround you, waiting for the snow to come and cuddle up. A bright light should be the color of tung oil, the moonlight, the dry lamp, and the fragrance of plum blossoms. Such a scene makes my heart beat out when I see it.
Things that are loud and powerful will eventually appear shallow and uneasy. Don't show enthusiasm in the crowd, don't please in the secular world. The world is chaotic and complex. Instead of falling into the endless troubles of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, it is better to develop an extraordinary and wonderful heart, go through the thousands of blows in the world, and taste and appreciate the small joys that can be seen everywhere in life.
Regardless of the joys and sorrows, the prosperity and vicissitudes of life, life is like a grass growing in autumn. Stay in this world temporarily and see all things with deep affection.
Let life slow down, make tea with spring water, make wine with pine flowers, watch the peach blossoms in their early days, shower with lotus flowers in summer, and smell the fragrance of osmanthus. In life, there are too many things that we cannot control and predict, and the skin is perishable. The world is so small, we can only cherish the present moment.
The plum blossoms outside the window are doing their best to bloom to perfection. Under the clear moonlight, there is no need to search for such grand beauty. Arrange the plum branches before going to bed, and the gentle fragrance will linger, so that you can fall asleep peacefully and have a beautiful dream.
The days are quiet and not easy to be crowded.