Forgive my ignorance, it's just osmanthus.
I just think yellow flowers look good; Also, there is no law that yellow flowers must be chrysanthemums. I am neither a poet nor a poet, so yellow flowers are sweet-scented osmanthus.
Because of this, I will unscrupulously misuse a poem to record what I want to keep most at the moment: autumn rain is raining and yellow flowers are everywhere.
September is the tail of summer.
Believe it or not, it sometimes sticks high. The burning sun is not the patent of summer, but it gives people the illusion that summer will never pass. From time to time, it seems that an autumn rain and a cold are always tried and tested, and autumn is so overwhelming.
How many people are thanking Virus Jun, except me. But we are all the same: we will not stop walking.
The time when the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley has passed. Even if the sweet-scented osmanthus stands on the street all the year round, no one knows which night it blooms quietly. Fortunately, the breathable red brick next to it knows.
The first ray of osmanthus fragrance this year was that I woke up in the morning as usual and "smelled" it in the photos sent by my colleagues in the company group. That is the fragrance of laurel, faint.
This year, the second ray of osmanthus fragrance came out of the subway on the way to the construction site and smelled it in a small garden on the street. The scent of Jingui and Yin Gui is the smell of stars.
Then the third ray and the fourth ray ... until today, "the yellow flowers are full of diameter."
The wind and rain blow the yellow flowers, but the green leaves are still green.
Osmanthus fragrans is a plant of Oleaceae. Born in Yanling, also known as Yan Gui. When it comes to leaves, it's like Kui, and it's like rhinoceros. Flowers are as thin as millet and bloom in autumn. Bloom's fragrance wafts everywhere, clear and deep.
I especially like Li Taibai's poem about laurel: Ghost in Nanshan, An Zhi, with green leaves hanging down. Clear yin can also be entrusted, why not plant an imperial garden?
Osmanthus fragrans has been planted in the garden for many years. When I was a child, the osmanthus in my hometown yard was the first thing I saw.
When the Mid-Autumn Festival comes every year, I will always be led by the scent of osmanthus, find the source of the scent, climb to the small fence, pick and choose in the "lollipop" (osmanthus, the tree is full of lollipops, the branches are tight, and the flowers are as thin as millet), and finally fold a twig with flowers and leaves, don't be in the sideburns, and run to the back of the stove to ask grandma what kind of flowers it is and how it smells so fragrant, all over the yard.
"This is called osmanthus, planted in front of osmanthus, and the nobles stand at the door!"
"Oh, your flowers ~" The little head thought while watching. The name is so tacky. Just like the first time I heard the phrase "Where there is injustice, there is a nest (I)" in The Song of Good Han, I think there is nothing wrong with this word, but I feel a little like that.
Later, I learned that when Osmanthus fragrans grows to a certain age, it will bear countless fruits, called cassia seeds, and it will have a good will to "have a baby early", which further strengthens my definition of the tacky name "expensive" flower. ...
I am neither a poet nor a poet, but I like them and thank them.
When I grew up, I read Mao Guan's "Autumn leaves are graceful and graceful, and the sky is a cloud curtain", Ni Zan's "The leaves of laurel are a late color, and the curtain swings in Qiu Guang", Xin Qiji's "Most of them are a little yellow, but the world is straight" and Li Taibai's "Ode to laurel", which moved me to tears.
It's beautiful!
Like a painting!
More beautiful than painting!
I vaguely remember learning an article about osmanthus in middle school. I was still a glutton at that time. I remember the author said that sweet-scented osmanthus can not only be smelled, but also eaten. With the only memory left, I entered the words "Guihuayu Middle School Text" in the search box.
Sure enough, I found it.
So I reread it, and the feelings of ignorant girls in the classroom in the past slowly surfaced. The homesickness caused by a osmanthus rain was beyond my understanding at that time.
At that time, it was not the author's emotion that held his chin in his small hand, but the osmanthus tree in his hometown. Shake it and the scene of osmanthus rain will be spectacular!
I learned this idiom for the first time in class. My impression is that it is the third or fourth word in the first line of the third page of the text ... Anyway, every time I use this idiom later, I feel something is a little heavy in my heart.
Of course, after I came home from school, I didn't try to touch the osmanthus tree. First, there are no customs like Osmanthus Jelly and osmanthus tea in my hometown (so I haven't eaten similar food so far), and second, because I am a young girl, shy and reserved (how can I wander around with a tree, hahaha ...).
At this time, I think of the author's "osmanthus rain" and understand the author's mood. The osmanthus rain is just a rain of "wind and rain" and a flower of "yellow flowers".
However, I enriched a knowledge point. In a country in the south of China, they have the custom of cooking sweet-scented osmanthus steamed rice. It's really tempting to think about it, but it's not enough. Fortunately, this knowledge point is not within the scope of the exam ~
In fact, when I saw osmanthus everywhere, the first thing I thought of was Li Qingzhao's "yellow flowers everywhere", but I was afraid of being tortured by her soul:
I don't know the melody (floating on the water ...)
Don't know the rules! (Move a hair, pull a hair and move the whole body ...)
No rhetoric! Young girls can't bite off more than they can chew ...
No mood! The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected ...
(After all, the bosses in the Northern Song Dynasty were scolded by her one by one ~)
When I say yellow flowers, it's actually just osmanthus ~
Going home this Mid-Autumn Festival, my happiness is mixed with some unspeakable feelings. This feeling is probably what the book often says "melodramatic".
I wish my lovely friends a happy Double Festival and a happy birthday to my dear motherland! I wish "melodramatic" Zheng Xiaoqi a happy home, hahaha. ...