People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
This kind of osmanthus in Wang Wei's works refers to the osmanthus in February, which blooms in February and its fragrance is lighter than that in autumn. Xiang is the silent fragrance with a pure Zen beauty. It is a kind of seclusion and leisure. Like Gui Xiang's moonlit spring dream, there is a prosperous Tang Dynasty in silence.
Osmanthus fragrans in autumn is a kind of intoxication.
When a osmanthus tree fills the courtyard, what haunts Gui Xiang's mind is a strong yearning. People will be intoxicated and unwilling to wake up, like a Qiu Ge, fragrant and cool. There is a hint of sadness in the fragrance, which seems to indicate that osmanthus is in bloom and autumn is about to leave.
Yesterday, I passed by the adjacent yard and suddenly smelled osmanthus fragrance. I am fascinated by this thick fragrance. Perhaps, what I neglected in my heart was taken out of my heart at this moment. I don't want to remember or forget it and reproduce it one by one in this addicted night. Just like this blooming or falling osmanthus, it is so small and beautiful that I have to bloom one by one.
If the osmanthus in the courtyard has a local fragrance, it is a kind of fireworks. The sweet-scented osmanthus in that ancient temple is really another scene.
The autumn before last, I accompanied my cousin to see osmanthus in Suoguo Temple in Kaifeng. After burning incense in front of the Buddha with thousands of eyes, I smelled a smell of Gui Xiang in vain. The strong Gui Xiang seems to wrap the whole human body in fragrance. Look at Osmanthus fragrans, a tree that has been blooming for thousands of years is so compassionate, and every flower is Zen. Here, you feel not only the fragrance, but also the fragrance of osmanthus. In Suoguo Temple, Zen in Sanskrit is a pure heart, intoxicated in the whole universe. People don't want to leave, but want to sleep like a osmanthus flower and a Song poem on the stone steps, moss and roof of this thousand-year-old temple. Let the soul communicate with a sweet-scented osmanthus, let time flow slowly, a river full of Gui Xiang.
"Breathe in your fragrance, I don't want to wake up. This night is the waters of the soul, and I will gently put away the fragrance. " This is my sweet-scented osmanthus, dedicated to the south, dedicated to the beautiful past. The sweet-scented osmanthus there carries the memory of youth and stays in the memory of youth.
I have seen someone say that osmanthus fragrans in August in the south. Mr. Zhang Ailing wrote such a passage in the autumn when osmanthus fragrans steamed. "Autumn is a song, but the night when osmanthus fragrans steamed is like a flute played in the kitchen. It is hot and humid during the day, and I miss a children's song." I don't know much about the south. Was that night of steaming osmanthus like a flute playing in the kitchen? In our north, August when osmanthus is in full bloom is already a cool autumn. Even if it is hot, it will not be as sultry as steaming osmanthus. Especially if the wind blows from Microsoft on a clear and windy night, the whole yard is full of osmanthus, and the aroma is superimposed with the crickets' cries, and a fresh layer of osmanthus or peanut shells falls at the feet of idle people. On this cool night, you will enjoy the moon like water in Gui Xiang and smell a farewell banquet in autumn. Not tired.
I'm thinking that this osmanthus-colored moonlit night will definitely remind you of a woman wearing osmanthus-colored clothes and a person who cleans osmanthus in the morning. Osmanthus fragrans is as quiet as falling snow. It seems that the whole world is a world of osmanthus. Leisure, pleasing to the eye, Zen.
Let people enjoy it, and there is an out-and-out purity. This pure beauty has alarmed the world and the soul.
Just like time, it can turn love green and silence a green heart. That light green, with a delicate fragrance, is a dream in the mysterious garden of Bandari. Light love is around you.
Just like Zhang Ailing, love as low as dust is hot, ripe, clear and wet.
I like this autumn of osmanthus. As Shao Na said in Qing Dynasty, a reed flower that is not worth seeing is not worth seeing. In the view of Defu Luhua, it was the Luhua that was not worth seeing, so he took the train to see the boundless colors, like the love of Xueluhua.
That falling heart is a flower in the eyes, and the peace in my heart is as bright as cinnamon.
Sitting in the moonlight, reading a person's name, an old place I have been to before, a piece of music I loved, a wonderful encounter.
Some moments that fall on a piece of white paper. Beautiful and selfless.
Selected Works on Description of Osmanthus fragrans Part II: Osmanthus fragrans Fragrance
I think osmanthus is the most enchanting.
It has never had gorgeous colors or enchanting charm. It is just a faint yellow or orange, small and dotted with green leaves like stars. When the breeze blows, it captures the whole autumn. This is obviously necessary, otherwise, how could Qiu be so tempted?
I believe that after a long time, there will be a woman named osmanthus. She must have been born in Jiangnan, Suzhou or Hangzhou. In a family, her father runs a small hotel, and she goes out early and returns late. She hides in a deep alley, never goes out, embroiders or helps her mother with housework every day.
She is not atmospheric enough to compare with a famous girl, and she can still study. A woman named osmanthus is destined to be beautiful, transparent and bright in a small jasper. She is neither arrogant nor snobbish, and belongs to the most folk. But it is this most popular beauty that makes people miss it.
Spring is full of flowers, and it is also a kind of beauty that is not as hot as summer. Few flowers turn cold in autumn and then bloom with cheers. In addition to wild chrysanthemum, it is osmanthus. It's just that chrysanthemums bloom slowly, not as compact as osmanthus, and they are covered with branches as soon as they bloom. But the disguise is extremely severe, and I don't take the initiative to show up. Shyness and astringency make people dream ...
Gui, there are Jingui and Dangui. My favorite is osmanthus fragrans, a lush orange-red, which forms a big bud and shows the best of Ye Er.
Some people say that osmanthus is like a woman in love. Her fragrance is not like plum's "dark fragrance floating" or lotus's "fragrance". It is warm and fragrant, revealing the deepest acacia.
I especially like this lingering fragrance, which makes people want to stop.
Stained with the flower of love, it is easy for people to fall into it.
Osmanthus fragrans, she charmed a man. This person is Qiu. Autumn has come, and I was confused by osmanthus when I first came. You see, in the streets, men, women and children are climbing cassia twigs, and some people are brewing osmanthus wine. Osmanthus fragrans can be seen everywhere in the clear autumn season, especially around the Mid-Autumn Festival, even noble chrysanthemums seem deserted. Men who have experienced spring and summer enjoy all the flowers in the world, but look back in late autumn because of clusters of delicate osmanthus flowers. I can't help it I am in love, regardless of age, regardless of gap. Even if it was criticized by everyone, it was a vigorous one.
Yes, it doesn't matter sooner or later. If it happens, it will never be too late.
There are several osmanthus trees in the community. In the crisp autumn season, you can smell the rich fragrance from a distance, which can always bring people to a beautiful and sweet world. I like these little flowers very much. They are beautiful and elegant, tall and straight in the dust, turned into a landscape, with a kind of loneliness, people can't help it.
Osmanthus fragrans is originally a flower species in Jiangnan, and it is the charm of Jiangnan women. When I am in a small mood, I play hide-and-seek with people under the osmanthus tree in the yard just to make him unable to catch and worry.
She is a woman who will love. When she loves, there is nothing anyone can do. Like a "devil", grabbing your heart.
Then, end your fragrant life with a short flowering period. I like it. It's worth it.
She used her life to love, too hard, and autumn gradually went away. She withered one by one, scattering the fragrance in the soil.
I'm a little stupid. I think flowers will understand people's hearts, and its blooming needs my participation to be wonderful. However, a flower is a flower after all, and its blooming and withering wait for me. Five days ago, sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant. I was busy with worldly affairs and missed the flowering period. Today, I came back excitedly just to see flowers, but I didn't see any flowers. That's the way things are in the world. You missed the flowering period and couldn't find the brightness you wanted. Osmanthus fragrans has fallen and will bloom again next year; And some things are missed, maybe for a lifetime.
Osmanthus fragrans will not miss autumn, so there is no regret when it falls. I don't want to miss you, even if I struggle to become a wisp of Gui Xiang, following the ends of the earth is also a kind of happiness.
I have never seen osmanthus, but I planted it in my heart. Wait until next season. I told myself this.
Selected Prose on Description of Osmanthus fragrans Part III: Osmanthus fragrans Fragrance
In the silent night, everyone slept. I sat quietly on the balcony, slowly savoring the West Lake Longjing, breathing gently, with a somewhat sweet taste. That is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, quietly scattered in the air.
There is a osmanthus tree in front of the window, with yellow flowers quietly blooming and fragrance quietly. In the night, I can't see the appearance of osmanthus trees clearly, but I can only feel the fragrance of osmanthus, which floats in waves.
The rich air is mixed with lingering tenderness. The intoxicating breath melts in the quiet night, and the hazy feeling makes my mind relax and float.
I remember when I first came to Hangzhou, the osmanthus flowers in the garden made me ecstatic. I saw osmanthus for the first time. I have only read sentences describing osmanthus in books before. I have read Yu Dafu's Osmanthus fragrans, saying that Osmanthus fragrans is "quiet and unobtrusive, and slowly transmits sweetness in the air ..." And I remember Song Wenzhi's sentence, "The laurel tree is in the middle of the month, and the fragrance is floating outside the clouds." I often fantasize that cinnamon is fragrant in the moonlight and quiet air. Those are just inner imagination, but the acquaintance of osmanthus fragrans is after coming to Hangzhou.
Standing in front of the osmanthus tree, looking at the small flowers of the tree, yellow and yellow, like stars, surrounded, dense and full of vitality. Careful appreciation, small flowers, full of joy, emitting fragrance, like "autumn."
The leaves are green, and those little flowers are hidden among the green branches and leaves, quietly blooming the fragrance of life. Close your eyes and face the autumn wind. The sunshine is a little warm. The aroma is diffuse, and those slightly sweet tastes are intoxicating. Quiet time, I seem to hear the sound of flowers, lively and noisy, cheerful smile, scrambling to show me its beauty and play.
In the small garden, there are osmanthus trees everywhere, and the air is filled with sweet flowers, which is refreshing. There is always a long wooden chair under the tree for people to rest and enjoy flowers. During the day, it is very comfortable to sit there quietly, listen with your eyes closed, or read a book. When the wind blows, tiny flowers fall on long hair and chairs.
I remember the first day in Hangzhou, I went out with my mother and sat on a bench looking at those yellow flowers. I quietly picked up the fallen flowers and put them in my handkerchief. I told her that I like these little flowers and I want to write a text for them. I sighed softly, how to collect these little flowers.
Two days later, my mother went out alone. I couldn't find her and didn't answer the phone, so I waited impatiently. When my mother came back, she was as happy as a child. She is holding a small glass bottle full of osmanthus. Yellow flowers are in full bloom. Neighbors are picking sweet-scented osmanthus to make sweet-scented osmanthus candy. My mother brought me a bottle.
Holding this bottle of osmanthus, I froze. Once upon a time, I ignored my mother and my temper changed a lot. Because I gave birth to a child, I got a serious illness and experienced "a little" human feelings at the most painful time, and I felt a grievance in my heart. When work and family are busy, there will be troubles and grievances.
Funny to think of it, I always feel that my mother is not worthy of myself, and even that I am not worthy of my sister. Occasionally, I will say something that makes my mother sad, and my stubborn personality hurts myself and my family.
It turns out that my mother always remembers my feelings. This bottle of osmanthus, this bottle of fragrant flowers, and the warm smile in my mother's eyes suddenly let my pent-up feelings vent, and tears swirled in my eyes. It turns out that I don't really appreciate many things with my heart, and I have always been so capricious and stingy.
At the moment, there is no moonlight, but in the dense forest, some street lamps are dotted sporadically, gently emitting dim light. I quietly savored Longjing alone, quietly recalling the past. At this time, I heard that autumn insects were scrambling to play their own music. They are singing in unison, echoing each other and having a unique style. This is the sweet voice of the earth, they are the protagonists of autumn night, and I am just an audience, quietly enjoying the wonderful chorus.
Autumn insects sing together, or solo or chorus, singing the main theme of autumn, harmonious and beautiful. Different lives, under the autumn grass, sing loudly, sing cheerful voices, with tenderness, a little interest and a little persistence, trying to play the leading role in autumn.
I listened quietly, listening to the song of autumn soul, and my mood dispersed with the music, as if I had integrated into the sound of nature and the tranquility of nature.
Silent night, vaguely fascinated, no noise of cars, no noise of cities, calm as water. Every day in a hurry, there is little peace, little silence, not loneliness, but enjoyment, enjoying some peace, some peace.
Do not surf the Internet, do not listen to music, rarely can simply sit still and listen to the harmonious voice of nature. At the moment, I feel calm and have no other thoughts. Quietly, recall some gentle things and think about some life stories. Looking back on the past, looking back on happy times or sentimental years. Time can be traced back to my childhood, my youth, my middle age. Time passed quietly, gently sliding, eyebrows, eyes, and the beginning. The flowers are misty, slightly drunk and misty.
This tranquility is what I have been pursuing, and this purity is what I have always dreamed of. I didn't expect it to be so quiet tonight. For a long time, I knew that my heart was impetuous, lacking the precipitation of years and peace of mind. A shallow stream always hopes to run to a big river, but on this road, in the noisy world of mortals, it will also lose its way.
Sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, autumn insects singing in unison, sitting quietly, a certain feeling welled up in my heart, making my eyes moist. I don't know when, a lot of words are hidden in my heart, too many emotions, and I learned to hide and disguise. Walking in the world of mortals, silently savoring life.
On a quiet night, the wind is blowing gently, the fragrance of osmanthus surrounds me, and the performance of autumn insects continues. The mountains and rivers with slightly tumbling eyebrows are soft ripples at the corners of the mouth. I remembered that sentence, "Your heart is better not a flower branch, but a silent root, hidden deep in the ground, not bewitched by everything in the world, only pursuing its own simplicity and richness."
Just want to be a quiet woman, pen and ink red dust, misty rain peers; I want to be a calm woman, try to be filial to my parents and be a good wife and mother. A gentle job and a warm life. Live a normal life, a quiet life. But, but I also know that that kind of silence is from the heart, even in a noisy and chaotic world, it will be as calm as water, and even in a quiet environment, it will be utterly confused.
I think of that song again, Wang Wei's "Bird Singing Creek", "When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the birds and sounds into the spring stream. " Quiet as a picture. I like the taste as light as chrysanthemum and elegant as orchid. I like to find the artistic conception like painting in books and between pen and ink. I like to pursue tranquility, tranquility and peace from the inside out.
Osmanthus fragrans in front of the window quietly opens, and the flowers are filled with fragrance, as if in a dream. I sat quietly, enjoying this carefree and spiritual comfort and rest. Someone said, "When you taste peace/you should learn to taste loneliness, taste loneliness." But at the moment, my heart is calm and happy, but I am not lonely at all. I am only as clear as a gurgling stream, singing happily, echoing the fragrance of flowers and the rustling sound of nature.