He is a gentleman among the three friends in the cold age and a fairy when flowers fade. It is a love story under the new moon at night, and it is a floating shadow by the window of the courtyard.
It is a unique flower in winter and a messenger of the future in spring. Among thousands of colors, this is plum blossom.
The poems of Yongmei, an ancient poet, can be divided into four types, either praising its verve, or praising its pure spirit, or praising its standard, beauty and elegance, or praising its modesty and integrity. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been fewer and fewer poems expressing feelings through Mei, while poems describing the beauty of her image and praising her loyal character have gradually become popular. Gao Qi's plum blossom poems in Ming Dynasty are one of them. However, the more striking feature of his poems is that plum blossom is not only a traditional image, but also a strong theme of the poet himself. The plum blossom in the poem seems to be the spiritual embodiment of the poet himself.
"The mountains are full of snow, the nobles lie down, and the beautiful women come under the moonlight." In Gao Qi's plum blossom poems, snow and plum are considered as matching beauties.
Mei and Xue often form an indissoluble bond in the poet's works. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi famously said, "Knowing from afar is not snow, and there is fragrance." . Walking in the snow in Xun Mei has become a winter pleasure for many people. Snow accompanied Mei, pregnant with Mei's strength and nobility; Snow is plum's lining, which also shows plum's beauty and affection. It is this artistic conception, like Mei Fei Plum, that makes it interesting to enjoy plum in winter and makes Yongmei's poems full of carefree charm.
Lu You (Song) is one of the plum blossom poems.
Wen Hua man Qing feng,
Snowdrifts are scattered all over four mountains.
Who can turn into hundreds of billions,
The plum blossoms on the tree are in full bloom.
Lu You (Song)
The further north branch of the valley,
Divide flowers at the end of each year.
You know Gao Biao Yi Yun Jun,
Is when there is a layer of ice and snow.
Lu You's poems are always full of passion, and even Mei's chanting is not like Xiao Jia Jasper's pondering, or hazy and indirect chanting. The word "incarnation" is like the poetic eye of the whole poem, which makes the poet's imagination soar, and Yongmei's heart is even more vivid on paper. Plum blossom is Lu You's favorite flower in his life. Plum blossoms in full bloom burn the poet's never-cooling enthusiasm. Perhaps, the poet also hopes that his patriotism can blossom everywhere like this plum tree.
When plum blossoms are in full bloom, some people enjoy plum blossoms; After the snow, someone Xun Mei. However, few people may know that when plums are in bud, there is a saying of exploring plums. It is necessary to explore plums in time, and the buds will be colorful if they are not put too early. Plum blossoms are most beautiful when they are about to bloom. It's half hidden, slightly shy, as if close to the plumes, you can hear the bloom sound.
There are many colors of plum blossoms, red plums are bright and warm, yellow plums are enchanting and jumping, and pink plums are charming and affectionate. But a unique person, such as Bai Mei, quietly blooms in the snow, just waiting for the footsteps of a willing heart, because it surprises and sighs for it.
Compared with those colorful plum blossoms, Bai Mei is quieter. I would rather be in the snow-covered forest than mixed with the fragrant dust in spring like peaches and plums. A piece of cold plum stands proudly in the snow, and when it blooms, it exudes a unique faint fragrance, as if telling people's worries.
Plum blossoms in Wang Mian's poems are always pale. This famous painter in ancient China also likes to paint his own plum blossoms. By the Xiyan Lake, a plum blossom is in full bloom. When they enter Wang Mian's paintings, they become faint ink. This faint ink fragrance is the reflection of his heart-"Don't praise the color, only leave the dry Kun in the air."
If you look for that faint plum among poets, Li Qingzhao is one of them. Her well-known poems are always beautiful and delicate, just like an elegant plum blossom, which is fragrant alone in a chaotic world. She loves plum blossoms, which blossom in her poems with her fate in bloom.
The Fisherman's Pride is the work of Li Qingzhao in her girlhood. At this time, Mei, in her words, is charming-a golden vase with a bright moon, a jade bath, and even a rare brilliance in her works. Later, Li Qingzhao and her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, got together several times, so they suffered from the acacia of "getting drunk one night and removing makeup late, and cutting plum calyx"; Later, when the war broke out and the country was ruined, even Mei, who loved her all her life, gave birth to the sadness of "a broken branch is a paradise on earth, and no one can send it".
If Li Qingzhao is a quiet Bai Mei, then Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is a vigorous old plum. He galloped on the battlefield all his life, and even in his later years, his ambition remained undiminished, just like the plum tree standing in the fierce snow, propping up a blooming plum blossom with strong branches.
Linjiangxian? Tan Meixin Qiji (Song)
I am a little old, have a beloved flower lover, and may be lazy, but I only like plum blossoms around plum blossoms.
A flower lights up the spring in Yuxi. Plum blossoms do not have the delicate appearance of ordinary spring flowers, but the Leng Yan charm of Aoxue is presented to people.
Only Castle Peak can appreciate such a beautiful scenery and write some fresh poems for it.
Water flows through bamboo roots and streams touch clouds. Indulge in the beautiful scenery, forget the time, it's already dusk, and the willow tip is already on the moon.
It is a school of integrity that is not afraid of wind and frost, and it is a touch of beauty that is better than a hundred flowers; It is a will that can stand the cold, it is noble and clean; It is the elegance accompanied by the moon and the fragrance of snow; It is a pure and beautiful sustenance and a low complaint about loneliness; It is the courage to stand out from the crowd and the bitter yearning. Can be soft and rigid; Soft and firm, it's plum blossom. Throughout the ages, it has been dipped in the pen and ink of millions of poets with different colors, different shades, different love and hate.
I was born in Jiangnan. I like Mei, not because of the love of literati in past dynasties, nor because of the poems that have been circulated for thousands of years. I just like May. I like her absolute elegance and dare not stare, like her fragrant flowers, like her shy flowers, like her slender branches, like her leisure in the moonlight dusk. That piece of cold plum, from the Book of Songs three thousand years ago, crossed the Yi-Yi ancient road, crossed the mysterious wind in Wei and Jin Dynasties, crossed the water town in Tang and Song Dynasties, and landed in the leisurely growing south of the Yangtze River, in my heart.
Walking in the snow in Xun Mei seems to be a fateful agreement. I have been looking forward to this agreement for three lives, and I crossed Qianshan to meet me calmly. I walked through the snow, without wearing a classic skirt, without wearing a son of Hosta askew, and without stepping on the steps of violets. I'm from Xun Mei, and I feel lonely and full of lovesickness. I just came to knock on the heavy door of the deep courtyard, to find the light fragrance in the snow and to pick up the prosperous back in the years of fear.
I picked up the path, strolled in the quiet plum garden, and stood in the shadow of flowers and snow, as if I were outside a world and floating in a fairyland. Flowers bloom, or Gu Zhuo by the stone, or crooked by the water. Beautiful branches and fragrant petals are full of poetry without pen and ink touch-up. How can people care about the colorful changes of the world of mortals when they enter Meilin? How can you care about the success or failure of life? If you choose peace, glitz will alienate you.
Xun Mei in the snow is looking for her beauty, her seclusion and her elegance. Cutting cold plum is a young woman's gentle twist of jade fingers, scattering human thoughts; It's Xie Niang's colorful clothes leaning against the column, watching the gentle chanting. "The shadows are shallow, and the dusk floats lightly." Thin shadows and faint fragrance, such an elegant artistic conception, coincide with Lin Hejing's leisure. Lin Hejing lived in seclusion in an isolated mountain all his life, where he planted plums and built fences to raise cranes. He is indifferent to fame and fortune and has no intention of official career. Mei is his wife and crane is his son. His clear ice bones and graceful manners make future generations lament. Life is short, and a few people are willing to throw it lightly; How many people don't pursue mine diligently? Even if you are talented and generous, you may not be able to look down on the ups and downs in the world and realize the true meaning of life.
Snow falls on the earth, dancing like a light shadow, making trees across the court, pushing the window and asking the pavilion. My wandering thoughts turn in the time and space without shore and crossing, and my quiet heart sings in the scenery with flowers and dreams. "Jiangnan has nothing, talk about a spring." Plum blossom is like a bosom friend, gazing at a warm moment and turning it into eternity. A plum blossom draws a dream-like past. Will that distant friend still remember this woman who lives in plain clothes? Fold a cold plum for an old friend. Years later, if we meet again, will we still remember the lush memories and lost scenery of yesterday? Between heaven and earth, snowflake made a white memory with a light posture, recalling the past, and those bittersweet years are playing the first movement of life in the eyes of dreamers.
Walking in seclusion, all impetuousness will precipitate. Seeing that the snow on the ground is crystal clear and fragrant like a dream, I can't help but think of plum blossoms written by Lu You. "Scattered into mud, crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains." Here, the tortuous fate of plum blossoms is like the silhouette of Lu You's bumpy life. This frustrated hero is more noble and deep because of the unique charm of plum blossom. Even if it is scattered into mud, I will not forget her cold face. Even if it is crushed to dust, I will remember her graceful departure. Even if the prosperity is exhausted, it will always retain her faint fragrance.
Pavilion platform, visible human spring scenery; The cool wind in Leng Xue brings fragrance to the courtyard. I seem to be walking in a thousand-year-old painting, looking for the footprints of the ancients scattered on my path and crossing a sheltered depression. Plum blossoms, which are clean and dust-free, are fragrant in calligraphy with transcendental and refined charm, and guard the true purity of the world with carefree character. The figure holding hands and looking at each other, undisputed elegance, touched my soul in the snow. I also want to learn from the ancients to plant and enjoy plums in secluded places, and also want to write an eternal article in a hurry. Here, it becomes a poem without words, which makes my thoughts wander freely in the echo of Mei Xue.
In that ice and snow, there are children dressed in red and wrapped in green, playing and sliding on the crystal ice. That innocent smile, that ecstatic happiness, is an interesting picture of life, stretching their dream of flying. I don't know whose child he is, but he will look for his virginity in 2008. I don't know whose child he is, but he will still remember this ice dance chasing the wind and cloud. I have never been so longing for the distance. I hope to make a selfless and intoxicated flight with the wings of birds in the boundless sky and vast and clear ice and snow.
Come through the snow, go away by the wind, and the light and shadow of the clutch rise to the dance of the soul in the bright sunshine. Plum blossoms, together or scattered, slept in a dream of ice and snow and led my young life to a place full of spring. Thinking of the ancients, the same appreciation of plums, but the elegance of poets singing wine, but the sadness of leaving people to see the beauty of things, but also the feelings of old people looking back on the past. A wisp of poetic heart, through the Chu Ci and Han Fu, through the Tang Ci and Song Ci, and over the snow in Qian Shan, reaches the prosperous present world. In this life, I would like to be a plum blossom that is gently cut and proudly blooms in the snow, with my long-cherished wish in this life and beautiful plum fragrance.