With a slight roll of your tongue, you can pronounce a sound: orchid.
Orchid is the orchid of Lanling, the orchid of Lanyuan, and the orchid of orchids.
Lansheng Valley, for this city named after orchid, she took a reserved step, endured the shyness in her heart, and came quietly without telling the three sisters Mei, Zhu and Ju.
In the dream, you promised your eyes: the orchids in Lanling's orchid garden are the ones you can't live up to in your life - orchids.
Orchids bloom in poetry
The orchid garden is very big. If you get up early and come alone, one word will come up repeatedly in your heart: tranquility. .
Tao Yuanming has Nanshan Mountain, Wang Wei has Luchai where no one sees people when he is free, Zhu Ziqing has the moonlit lotus pond where "you can think about anything, and you can think about nothing", Gauguin has Tahiti Island, and Thoreau sits there Covering the entire Walden Pond. As for me, on the surface I have nothing, but this morning I guarded the huge orchid garden, and I didn’t feel that I was poor. This quiet orchid garden is the valley of orchids, and it is also my valley.
Li Bai wrote about Jingting Mountain "I never tire of seeing each other", Xin Qiji wrote "I saw how charming the green mountains are, I expected that the green mountains should be like this when they see me", Lu You wrote "a plum blossom tree and a blooming old man", all of them In the end, when you see the scenery, you are observing yourself in the scenery. Every orchid in the orchid garden is a ray of sunshine that projects the soul, allowing those pains related to blooming flowers in the youthful years to be healed without medicine.
"Li Sao" says: Bathing in the orchid soup, you will be bathed in fragrance, and you will be wearing beautiful clothes. In the Chinese textbooks when I was a student, the person I was most afraid of was Qu Yuan. Now I look through old textbooks out of nostalgia, and I find that no matter how awkward a poem describes orchid, it can create a concrete image.
The orchids in Li Sao are fragrant and noble, not stained by smoke and dust, and are so beautiful that people awe; the orchids in the Orchid Garden circle back and forth, and each petal is like a poem with exquisite structure.
From this, I don’t know whether it is poetry that makes orchid beautiful, or whether orchid itself is an ancient refrain.
People in the world compare Lan to a gentleman, but I think Lan should be a woman. Only women can have such spirituality and wisdom. It’s just that orchids are rare in the world, so where can you find a woman who looks like an orchid?
As a flower, the orchid is so different from other flowers - it understands that to become a real flower, nobility should be pursued, and the elegant appearance is just a layer of gorgeous clothes. Because you get to know Orchid, you will learn many stories related to Gao Jie and Aoan.
"The orchids grow in the front yard, waiting for the breeze. The breeze comes suddenly, and I see the Xiao Ai bushes." In front of Tao Weng's thatched cottage, the orchids are all over the steps, but I don't know that they are orchids. It is considered a weed in the garden, but with just a ray of wind, the orchid no longer hides, and its restrained elegance is fully revealed.
One life is an orchid, and between hiding and letting go, there is the wisdom of Chinese philosophy.
Orchid fragrance, lingering in memory
My grandmother, a traditional woman who happened to not catch up with foot binding, liked to make salted peanuts by herself in the summer. My grandfather, who was an iron-clad warrior who crossed the Yalu River when he was young, is holding a small wine cup, drinking, and singing "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom" in a squeaky voice.
Beside the door, there are two orchids, living with good people, engraved my childhood in the faintness of time.
Time flies by, and the once worry-free years pass by in a flash like lightning. Standing near the end of the year, sipping on the wind and frost of life, gradually my heart becomes calmer. But when I stood in front of an orchid, the complex emotions lingered in my heart.
"Some people accompany you through the mountains and rivers of life and then part ways. And the plants and trees, regardless of whether you are high or low, calm or content, will never leave." Orchids are always there, silently. Exuding the fragrance of orchid, as if it were the end of the world, keep your promise and stay with you forever.
Orchid fragrance was originally the ordinary poetry presented by fireworks in the world. She quietly described her days into segments of tangible and colorful styles, expressing and sublimating them like opera, calligraphy, and poetry, and re-infiltrated into the simple farm life.
As soon as I arrived at the Orchid Garden and smelled the fragrance of orchids, I seemed to have returned to my village, the source of my body and soul.
When we meet each other happily, silence is worth a thousand words. Orchid is tight-lipped and only gives me silence. The silence made me smell the fragrance of orchids in front of my grandmother's door; I also saw the sunset in the evening as the apples produced in the village almost fell into the distant hills; I also heard the barking of dogs, the bleating of sheep, and the mother calling her children in the smoke. Go home...
It was clearly my village calling me home.
No matter how far away people come from a remote village, there is a road leading back to their hometown in their hearts. It is winding and rugged, and the grass is lush, making people unable to help but want to take the road back. To the pace of childhood.
The poet Robert Bly has a poem: "It is good to be poor and hear the wind." This morning, there is not only a breeze in the orchid garden, but also the fragrance of orchids. The fragrance of orchids is exactly what happens in the days of poverty. , the sweet tidbits that life leaks to us.
When I came to the Orchid Garden, I gave up all distracting thoughts and just wanted to get closer to the past time of vegetation from a wisp of orchid fragrance.
Lan Xin, watching in the years
There are thousands of words in the world that can describe the beauty of a flower, and it is not easy to match it accurately. Flowers have their origins, and so do their words. Some come from a poor family, some are born noble, some are called ladies of the world, and some are called jade from a small family. They should complement each other and be of the same family.
I also found a word for orchid: the quality of orchid heart.
"Zhilan grows in the deep valley, and it does not lose its fragrance because there is no one there. A gentleman cultivates virtue and does not change his moral integrity because of poverty." The heart of a gentleman is called Danxin and Bingxin, the original intention that watches over the years. Woolen cloth?
It should probably be called Lan Xin.
Not just gentlemen, there are so many girls named after Lan. When I flipped through my household registration book, I saw my grandmother’s name clearly written in the column: Xue Ruilan. I carefully put this name in my pocket, for fear that one day she would get lost, and if she got lost, I would lose a quarter of myself in this world.
Everyone in the world admires the beauty of orchids in bloom, but few people think that the blooming of orchids is the breaking of the orchid heart. Writer Qiao Ye said that the broken beauty can arouse people's "sublime touching". Indeed, in front of the blooming of an orchid, in front of the broken heart of an orchid, every ray of wind and frost condenses into her cup filled with fine wine, and every drop of rain and snow turns into her petals wandering in poetry.
Before the flowers bloom, the orchid heart is as quiet as a virgin. It is as classical as the Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, and as light as the spring breeze blowing on the water.
An orchid guards one's heart, just like a father guarding his young and pink daughter, cautiously and tremblingly, like protecting a newborn bird, like a lamp against the wind.
When the time comes for the flowers to bloom, an orchid has the courage to break its own heart. The broken orchid heart has an irresistible attraction to kind hearts.
In front of the perfect and beautiful Lan Xin, I shed tears. I am in awe of a broken orchid heart, just like I am in awe of the distant starry sky, and I am in awe of the family tradition created by my ancestors.
The sun is rising gradually, I am leaving, the mist over the garden is gradually dissipating, the birds are singing like a wash, calling:
Come, come and see the orchids ——