The fragrant wind moves the ancient city for ten miles.
Tis the season.
When the first frost falls on the trees, the flowers of this city truly make their appearance.
In this season, the sky is high and distant, and the clouds are light and elegant.
Flowers are the favorites of literati and poets - whether they are truly hermits or not.
Such a flower and such a city complement each other.
It is such a kind of flower, just like the lingering memories of a city in one season. It is quiet, peaceful and thought-provoking.
It’s not that there are no flowers in the ancient city in other seasons.
Like other cities in the north, the ancient city's four seasons throughout the year are like four profound ink paintings, and the process of seasonal changes is laid out with graceful floral arrangements.
This is the central plain of the region and the north of the season. Spring comes in a hurry. Before many flowers compete to show off their beauty, a season of enthusiasm is ushered in amidst the sound of cicadas and the heat. The whole tree is full of flowers. The trees and the ground are bursting with enthusiasm, and I want to show my heart and lungs in front of others.
Even if the sophora flowers bloom like smoke, it is already late spring, and we can only catch the tail of spring.
Yes, there are also beautiful shadows of lotus flowers and pomegranate flowers in midsummer. In the cold weather, there is overwhelming snow and the faint fragrance of scattered plum blossoms floats to add to the fun. But in my memory, only the swaying shadows of flowers in late autumn are called People are fascinated, and the moving part of the ancient city often lies in the continuous flowers that come and go in this season.
Choosing a period of time in autumn to bloom without any obstruction is undoubtedly the innocent performance art of this plant called chrysanthemum.
It is still early autumn, and no one can tell how many charming smiles around us reflect the autumn water and deep into the ancient city, telling the warmth of a city.
Both sides of the road are densely covered with their beautiful figures, and all the flowers exude fire-like sincerity, making the postures of the flowers intertwined with each other.
The green leaves sway with the fluctuations of the wind. Through the gaps in the leaves, you can see the densely intertwined and extending branches and leaves, but you can no longer distinguish the traces of their growth, but it makes you feel... You feel like something is coming from the depths, confusing your mood.
So many chrysanthemums, so many cool chrysanthemums burning in the autumn sky.
The blue sky is like a wash, the cool breeze is like a chip, and just a casual smile makes the whole autumn hot.
That’s why Aoshuang’s chrysanthemums are more eye-catching, bright, brilliant and flamboyant.
They absorb sunlight and precipitated history, stare into our eyes with strange light, and smudge out the grandest scenery on the original plate of the Central Plains, leaving us to indulge, indulge, indulge, Beautifully indulged in, submerged in the flowers of the ancient city, some past events have become more distant than that once glorious dynasty, more glorious than those once prominent names, and a kind of grace and virtuousness stand out in the courtyards of ordinary people.
Many families in the ancient city have raised chrysanthemums (I still don’t understand why people don’t plant them, do they treat them like their own children), the most common kind.
Ordinary people don't care about the so-called "yellow flowers are everywhere in the country, but the chrysanthemum is the most famous", and they will not read "Tokyo Menghualu" to add so much to such ordinary flowers. Thick.
What they see is the flower scene, the flowers are flowers, and what they want is the appearance of the flowers.
After a few drizzles, the sky gradually became taller and clearer, and the first faint fragrance swam in the air. Looking out from the warm window: in the cool wind, the thin and straight branches, A few bright yellows have become the most lively spirit in this season.
The chrysanthemums of people in the ancient city are ordinary: under the eaves and verandas, at the entrance of alleys and lanes, solitary or in clusters, with two strokes of bright red, or a patch of fresh yellow, a kind of A comfortable and natural existence, cold but not gorgeous, floating but not light.
The chrysanthemum fragrance, sometimes peaceful and sometimes turbulent, rests on the girl's hair, or circles around the wheels of pedestrians, spreading hundreds of meters away.
Even if you walk casually on the street, you can go home through the wind.
Worldly trivial matters are still swirling in my mind.
Suddenly, a burst of deep-rooted chrysanthemum fragrance comes from the branches on the roadside, blocking your steps. It is such an unexpectedly fragrant and beautiful snow condensation.
They are the primates who rotate through the seasons in the alleys of Kaifeng. They are ordinary and sudden, giving you heart-pounding love encounters again and again, making your surroundings suddenly lonely and silent, and the little chrysanthemums open and hide in time. The memories, history and dreams behind it.
The ancient city also has a contradictory name - Kaifeng.
The ancient city is located to the south of the river, and has an inexhaustible connection with the river.
Thriving because of the river, but abandoning it, the endless suffering is like the water that cannot be clarified in this section of the river, which will always be yellow and turbid.
The chrysanthemums in the ancient city let you drift in the thick river bed in a way that goes from abstract to figurative.
You can imagine all the details under the chrysanthemums.
You can also imagine all the secrets that are higher than flowers. In the imperial city that was full of flowers, "On the Double Ninth Festival in September, everyone went down to enjoy the chrysanthemums. There were many species that could not be found anywhere, and the restaurants were all tied with chrysanthemums to form caves." .
At that time, "all the forbidden and noble families admired this chrysanthemum", and "the homes of the common people also bought one or two plants for appreciation."
People put chrysanthemum branches, hang chrysanthemum lanterns, drink chrysanthemum wine, and even held a "chrysanthemum flower party".
Chrysanthemum-viewing tourists "whirl in the city" and "their travels have various meanings". How many people enjoy the flowers? The flowers are as fragrant as water, and the water is as transparent and warm as water, which can reflect all the beauty of the past. details and memories.
Wandering with imagination, just like the breath of chrysanthemums is everywhere, crossing green tiles and pink walls, kissing carved windows, drifting in ordinary alleys, incorporating elements of imagination into our minds, making The part that becomes more and more graceful.
This may not be the true face of things, but we are still willing to be fascinated in our fantasy.
Just like those views waiting for time.
The only flowers in the ancient city that have been brighter for thousands of years are such elegant and loyal flowers.
It blooms every year, guarding the history like an ancient city wall. It blooms like this, adding to the fragrant color and temperament depth of this city.
In the cold and persistent embrace of the ancient city, the flowers bloom brilliantly, lyrically and elegantly.
“The chrysanthemums in every house are all yellow, and the beam garden is only as frosty” is Liu Yuxi’s exclamation; “Thousands of miles away travelers have returned to this place in ten years, but now in the autumn scenery, I can’t bear to come here for the chrysanthemums” is Li Mengyang’s sigh; Even the suave and romantic Emperor Qianlong left behind the famous poem "The maple leaves fell green, the frost flowers and chrysanthemums piled white." The beautiful words, beautiful sentences, techniques and composition spread the romance and charm of the ancient city, and also make people yearn for it, and become intoxicated with a strong complex of the ancient city.
Flower affairs are the freehand impression of the ancient city.
The flower closest to the true nature of the ancient city is the comma and period in the ancient city's large poems. With them, a city has a complete footnote.
"Luoyang Peony, Bianliang Chrysanthemum", the name of the ancient city is famous together with its flowers; flowers are the details of Bianliang, and the chrysanthemums leaning out of the wall in the ordinary alleys are like a courtyard. The lingering thoughts and the various shades of flowers in every corner touch the returning guests, the passers-by, and the loyal stayers of this city.
In this season, in front of me and behind me, countless tourists are coming and going, lingering and marveling. Many of them, like me, may not have fully understood this flower.
Time, wisdom, dreams and philosophy are firmly attached to each stem and leaf here, condensed on a kind of flower, creating the untouchable depth of the ancient city. When the ancient city has depth, there is It’s a nostalgic heaviness.