I often think incredibly about trivial problems. Yesterday, I just arrived at the hotel in Rehai, and the people in the hotel brought begonia flowers different from Xiaosheng. I was so tired that I went to bed alone early. I woke up at four o'clock in the morning and found Begonia still awake.
I was surprised to find that the flowers were still awake. There are also gourd flowers and cordate telosma, as well as morning glory and acacia flowers, which are almost all open day and night. Spend a sleepless night. This is a well-known thing. But I seem to understand. Staring at Begonia at four o'clock in the morning, I feel more beautiful. It is in full bloom and contains a kind of sad beauty.
It is a well-known thing that flowers wake up and suddenly become an opportunity to discover new flowers. The beauty of nature is infinite. The beauty people feel is limited. It is precisely because people's ability to feel beauty is limited that the beauty they feel is limited and the beauty of nature is infinite. At least the beauty I feel in my life is limited, which is my actual feeling and my exclamation. People's ability to feel beauty neither keeps pace with the times nor grows with age. Begonia flowers at four o'clock in the morning should be said to be valuable. If a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can't help but say to myself: live!
Renoir, the painter, said: As long as there is a little progress, it will be closer to death. How miserable. He added: I believe I am still making progress. These are his last words. Michelangelo's last words are: When things finally get what they want, it is death. Michelangelo is 89 years old. I like his face made of plaster.
It is relatively easy to develop the ability to feel beauty to a certain extent. It's hard to imagine with your head alone. Beauty is the result of encounter, but also the result of closeness. This needs to be cultivated repeatedly. For example, only one ancient work of art has become the inspiration and the opening of beauty. This situation is indeed many. So, a flower is not bad.
Staring at a flower arrangement in a niche, I thought to myself: when the same flower blooms naturally, will I stare so carefully? I only got a flower in a vase, put it in a niche and stared at it intently. Not just flowers. Let's talk about literature Novelists nowadays, like singers nowadays, generally pay little attention to nature. Probably there are few opportunities for careful observation. Put a flower in the niche and hang a picture of it. This painting is no less beautiful than a real flower. In this case, if the painting is poor, then the real flowers will be more beautiful. Even if the flowers in the painting are beautiful, the beauty of the flowers is still conspicuous. However, we look at the flowers in the painting carefully, but pay little attention to the real flowers.
Li Di, Qian Shunju, Zongda, Guang Lin, Yuzhou and Gu Jing, many times we can appreciate the beauty of real flowers from their flower paintings. Not just flowers. Recently, I put two bronze statues of Xiaoqing on my desk, one is Rodin's Woman's Hand, and the other is Maiuoer's Leda Statue. From these two works, we can see that Rodin and Maiuoer have completely different styles. We can appreciate various postures from Rodin's works, and we can also appreciate women's skin from Maiuoer's works. Their careful observation can't help but surprise people.
When my dog gave birth to a baby and the puppy wobbled, I saw a small image of a puppy, and I was shocked. Because its image is exactly the same as something. I found that it was very similar to the puppy painted by Zong Da. That is the image of a puppy living on the spring grass in a big ink painting. My family has a mongrel dog, which is not a good dog, but I deeply understand Zongda's noble realistic spirit.
Observing the sunset glow in Kyoto at the end of last year, I found it was exactly the same as the red used by Jiro. I have seen a famous tea bowl called Sunset made by Jiro Nagata before. The yellow color of this red glazed tea bowl is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. It was in Kyoto that I remembered the tea bowl and looked up at the real sky. When I looked at this tea bowl, I couldn't help but see many paintings of Jiro. That's a small picture. It was a broken and unkempt cross-shaped cloud in the evening sky of a lonely village in the wilderness. This is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. The rosy clouds Jiro painted in the fields are all Japanese, and the color of the tea bowls Jiro made is also Japanese. At dusk in Kyoto, I also remembered this painting. Thus, Fan Jiro's painting, Jiro's tea bowl and the real dusk sky echo each other in my heart, which is more beautiful.
At that time, I went to Benye Temple to visit the tomb of Pubu Hall, and it was already dusk on my way home. The next day, I went to Lanshan to see the Yutang tablet carved by Laiyang. Because it was winter, no one came to visit Lanshan. But I discovered the beauty of Lanshan for the first time. I've been here several times before. As a general scenic spot, I didn't appreciate its beauty very well. Lanshan is always beautiful. Nature is always beautiful. However, sometimes, this kind of beauty is only seen by some people.
I found the flowers awake, probably because I stayed in a hotel alone and woke up at four in the morning.
I have watched holly blossom for many spring. Many times, I always break off a spikelet when the holly is in bloom, quietly pass it to my nose, and repeatedly smell its faint fragrance.
I admit that I don't care what holly will look like after decay. Maybe it's beautiful, maybe it's heroic.
The spring is thick and the air is warm and pleasant. When I have a rest after work, I walk on a piece of green grass, reading and thinking.
Looking at the streets of the town, I always feel that it has been so cold for a long time, which makes people shudder. I'm thinking that nothing special seems to happen today. However, curious eyes still hope to find something in that deserted street.
Everything remains the same, except for some sparse figures, the most conspicuous is the holly flowers in full bloom in spring!
An unknown tree in the past, I didn't notice how many times I passed by, but today it is pulling my sight in the distance. Just like us, who will pay attention when we are sweating silently and struggling silently? It was not until he made a blockbuster that we realized that he had an innate beauty. Therefore, Bole, who is good at discovering beauty, has to make us respect!
There is also a row of holly trimmed like bricks next to me, but it is evergreen and does not bloom. Holly trees along the street grow freely and have never been repaired by scissors or scratched by gardeners. Seen from a distance, it looks very much like an old woman's hair. Snow-white hair is loose and elegant, showing a little wildness.
Holly blossoms, thick and tight, like in the market, each branch is competing for beauty.
Maybe there are too many flowers, and the branches are bent by one ear after another. Staring at it in the distance, vaguely smelling the fragrance.
In terms of beauty and richness, holly flowers can't be ranked. Its flowers and bones are like beige sand, with yellow in white. The ball is delicate and tender, revealing bursts of vitality. The blooming petals are only as small as a millet. If you look closely, you will find that Holly is light yellow, and the light green grass is hidden in the light yellow. Whether it is white, yellow or green, it looks moist, bright, warm, sweet and fragrant as if it had been washed by morning dew.
This is not a lady in flowers, but a small jasper.
It doesn't like heavy makeup, but it loves light makeup; It doesn't like hype, but it's hidden. It attracts bees and butterflies with its delicate fragrance, and also wins people's attention, admiration and admiration with its implicit beauty.
In the former middle school campus, I found it when I happened to pass by, and it was still in a secluded corner. This is a coincidence. I didn't expect it to blossom before this. Because in our consciousness, we often see rows of square and round gardens that have been perfectly trimmed by gardeners.
But I like uncut holly and its flowers. I like it to spread a touch of tranquility in the unknown corner alone, and to dedicate the most beautiful moment of life without complaint or regret in spring. It is carefree and does not deliberately live vigorously, but seeks the beauty of innocence and tranquility in life.