The fallen flower in the morning light, sparrows fly with it.
Flowers wither in the evening breeze, and the night bell sings for it.
However, what about the flowers that fall at night? Who will accompany you?
There is no doubt that Jin Meiling is a flower that withers at night. She does not belong to the morning light, and there is no night bell to sing for her.
According to her life record, Jin Meiling only studied until she graduated from high school. She lived in the late Taisho period and the early Showa period, when Wenyingtang opened by her family was the only bookstore in Shimonoseki, Japan. After graduation, she helped in the bookstore. From this perspective, all the knowledge nourishment in her future life may come from this small bookstore. But this is not very accurate. I think her life is blessed by God. It looks so lonely without layers of honey, but it has a clear sense of transparency and can reflect miracles with itself. So she would say, "When I am lonely, the Bodhisattva is also lonely." So she will firmly believe: "Some things are invisible, but they really exist." (Stars and Dandelions)
A person who can write such pure and beautiful poems is bound to face many lonely moments in his life. It is precisely because of her sensitivity and spirituality to all things that a flower and a grass have a certain divinity. In her works, everything is animistic, and the whole world is in a flower.
Who can care about the fate of a flower? Who will pity the flowers that fall at night? It seems that no one in the world cares about this poet who died at the age of 27. But we have reason to believe that God called her. Because of her purity and transparency, it seems that she does not belong to this world.
Meng Haoran can write such a sentence "but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were folded." How do you know this is not a question of your own destiny?
"Do you know that it should be green, fat, red and thin", with Li Qingzhao's concern for flowers in the wind and rain, but also with regret for the passage of time and years!
The plot of Daiyu burying flowers has become a lingering plot in my mind. "Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and red flowers have nothing to do with fragrant flowers." "I don't know who it was when I buried the flowers today. Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. If you don't mourn for me, I don't know that flowers will fall and people will die. " People and flowers are one. Who buried the flowers? Who is burying flowers again? She is a flower, and the flower is her.
Why do poets always care about the fate of weak flowers?
Because the life of a flower is the shortest and most beautiful, and it is the epitome of all the beautiful things in the world. Caring about the fate of a flower is a reflection and pity for one's own destiny. Concerned about the fate of a flower, you have a tenderness for everything in the world. To care about the fate of a flower is to care about the fate of all mankind.
If a person has a flower in his eye, he has the whole world. Children are also walking flowers in this world! Some flowers are as warm as roses, and their lives are as bright as the sun. Some people are as gentle and considerate as orchids and as gentle and considerate as the breeze. Some people are as ordinary and simple as Yu Meiren, but they are dazzling at the critical moment. And some people, like wild roses, are particularly nervous and sensitive, and even the kindness of others will hurt him.
So what should we do?
Really care about them and sympathize with them. Let every life trait play its own unique charm.