From the Waking of Insects to Guyu, you can see all kinds of flowers. "The small building listened to the wind and rain last night, and apricot blossoms were sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty."; "Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi in March, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night."; "It's dusk, and the rain beats the pear blossoms and the door is closed." Begonia does not hesitate to rouge and tears, and is independent. In the drizzle. "It seems that flowers are always covered with rain and become sad and beautiful because of rain. Du Fu wrote, "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. "The spring rain, like mist, like light smoke, gently dripping, coming softly, is the delicate sadness stored in the boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River.
"The beauty of April in the world is exhausted. "When the tung flowers were scattered all over the ground, the peonies came belatedly. The flowers bloomed richly, blooming in the clear clouds and the wind, blooming in the grass and the orioles flying, and the sunshine was warm. As Liu Yuxi wrote, "Only the peonies are the true national color, and the flowers are The opening season moves the capital. "This is a kind of bright, noble, graceful and elegant beauty. The smoke and moon in Qinhuai are vast, the brothels in Yangzhou are poor, the autumn wind in Chang'an is sad, and the wild geese in Yumen are sad. Only Luoyang, the hometown of Zhongzhou, is calm, broad, profound and peaceful, Only then can I remember the peerless beauty of peonies. "There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent... On the pipa string, her delicate hands are playing, and I don't know how many years of dreams and songs have been fooled."
I have been to Luoyang many times, whether it is the Buddhist light of Longmen, the Confucianism of Xiangshan Temple, the Sanskrit music of Baima Temple, or the carved beams and painted buildings, gray tiles and bluestones of the ancient city. They are all intoxicating, intoxicated by the leisurely memories of the past, and intoxicated by the well-dressed ancients. The peonies in Luoyang are in bloom, but they are the ones I love and cherish the most. The peony powder is gorgeous, bright and pure, and not stained by dust: there are intoxicating reds, cool plain whites, quiet and elegant light yellows, and noble purples. No matter which one, it is far better than those apricot white and pink that drift in the water. Peony is the queen of flowers and has a special status. It is said that Empress Wu Zetian still loved peonies, and for a time the capital was filled with flowers, and literati and poets gathered in Luoyang. In Cao Zhi's dream, the Goddess of Luo River emerges from the water, as graceful as a startled red bird that misses three thousand years of flowing water from the east and only takes a scoop. Li Shangyin, a love sage of the generation, was even more amazed by the heavenly fragrance of Luoyang peonies. It is said that Bai Juyi, who lived in seclusion in Longmen Xiangshan Temple at that time, read Li Shangyin's articles and regretted meeting each other so late. I hope that I can enjoy peonies with my wife, drink poems and tea together, and talk about ancient ways and modern times. It's a pity that the old man of Xiangshan died young, and Li Shangyin had a hard life and died in depression, having failed to live up to his lifelong talent.
To appreciate peonies, you don’t have to be “joyful in the spring breeze and your horse’s hooves are sick.”, you don’t have to be “choking the pipa and the bleak Qiang flute.” Instead, you should feel harmonious and quiet in your heart. Let time pass quietly and savor it carefully with Yong San's drunkenness. Because it is too dignified and luxurious, it only allows ordinary people like us to be selfless and drunk in that beauty. A friend said that if it were the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the city was filled with the fragrance of flowers, wouldn't it be a magnificent scene of the prosperous age? I think, otherwise, "its prosperity is booming, and its demise is sudden." Thousands of years have passed, and only the wild geese are left to talk about Yang and Li affairs. However, peonies, blooming every year, are not just a flashy atmosphere painted on the prosperous times. When I came to Luoyang again, I saw the bright moon in ancient times and the shadows of the trees dancing darkly. Ten miles long pavilion, ten miles old vines and trees, ten miles green hills lingering with hatred, tossing and turning all night long, sighing softly all night, raindrops dripping on the parasol trees all night long, making people laugh sadly without realizing it.
At the end of spring in April, the bluestone streets are getting late. The thick city bricks are like stacks of solemn history books. Thousands of years ago, was there ever a frustrated scholar who sighed in vain for his talents? Has there ever been a woman in colorful clothes, aloof and cool, dragging her long skirt through the stone gate? Have you ever seen the fragrance falling from your sleeves in the wind, reminding you of the peonies blooming in someone’s fence...
If I were here at that time, I would definitely have two glasses of sake and sit alone in front of the steps.
Be an insomniac poet, invite the bright moon, taste the fragrance of flowers, rice wine and side dishes, and wear a jade piccolo...