Spring flowers and autumn moon, the charm of Mei Zhu Lan Ju is a gentleman's way; Summer rain and winter snow, the fragrance of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum is full of noble wind. Time flies, how many memories have been ruthlessly erased by the years, only the figure of the four gentlemen in the flower will always sway in my mind. At this time, I couldn't help myself, so I borrowed a pen and paper to pour out my deep attachment to Mei Zhulanju.
"There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling is alone."
It snowed heavily and everything was silent. However, there is a faint fragrance in the air-like a chaste aristocrat. Looking from a distance, a plum blossom is quietly blooming in the snow. White petals with white powder and hidden powder reflect her elegant heart. The cold wind cut its silky cheeks, and she still held her head high; The goose feather snow hit her crystal ice muscle, and she still stood proudly! Arrogance attacks people. The vast snowfield, lonely birds wail, the shadows are oblique, and the fragrance is floating. I am attached to Mei's steadfastness, nobility and pride, and the virtue of a gentleman.
"Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and the grass is * * * weeds."
When you go to Qiu Lai in summer, the mountains are empty. Meng Meng's summer rain, rustling autumn wind, somewhat quiet colors, rendering the mountain path-seems to be a profound hermit. At first glance, orchids are colorful and stand quietly. Some purple with white, deep modality, revealing a solemn color; Some are pink and white, holding their breath and showing elegance; Some are as yellow as the sky, and the sky is in full bloom, scattered with the god of Lingyun; Some are as blue as the sky and contain lofty rhyme. Pale green leaves, like silk, set off the pure orchid fragrance, leisurely and colorful. The wind in Qingyuan is very pleasant. Instead of choosing a garden full of beautiful flowers, they just want to live in seclusion, stay away from the secular world, be ambitious, have long birds singing, and have a splendid bloom. I am attached to the elegance and agility of Lan, and I am a gentleman.
"Rustling stones, some green bamboo poles"
The spring rain is falling, the rocks are rugged, birds and flowers are fragrant, and a piece of green comes into view-it seems that there is a modest scholar. Stepping into the bamboo forest, the bamboo forest exudes a pure breath. Bamboo leaves are sharp and thin, seemingly immature, but no matter how the strong wind howls, how majestic the rainstorm pours, and how many flying sands and stones invade, bamboo still stands on the rocks-"Insisting on the green hills and not relaxing" is his inner firmness. But he is still so humble, and the rain drops on his hard body, rattling and crunching, exposing his empty mind: bamboo is empty, knotted, but not curved. Chastity is touching. Spring breeze in Xu Lai, bamboo forest swaying gently, is a hospitable host, humbly send a simple "smile". I am attached to the modesty of bamboo and the modesty of a gentleman.
"It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."
Autumn is bleak, and the mountains are frosty. In Chen Zhongqing's voice, a coolness brushed my cheek-as if she were a handsome girl. Looking down, the gardens are colorful and woven into a splendid place. White as snow, white as chrysanthemum, graceful, not secular, dancing with the wind, reciting beautiful poems, Huang Ju, Huang Rusi, affectionate, fearless, solitary, singing gentle songs. They smell fresh all over, and then turn into light raindrops, dripping on my heart, splashing a string of elegance. Euphemism is charming. Bees are hovering around them, unwilling to give this "green girl Su E" a kiss. I am attached to Leng Yan's chrysanthemum chastity, and I am as elegant as a gentleman.
I would like to be a white dove, soaring in the snowfield and smelling plum blossoms alone; Stand still in Lanting, admire orchids, shuttle through bamboo forests and sing praises to bamboo; Whispering in the chrysanthemum garden, holding chrysanthemums lightly. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the tenderness of the four gentlemen blooms, and Mei Lan and Zhu Ju always appear in front of my eyes, touching me and enlightening me. I will always cherish the nobility of Mei Zhizhen, the quiet ambition of orchids, the toughness of bamboo's modesty and the sublimity of chrysanthemum's elegance.