The philosophy of "squandering flowers gradually makes you want to be charming" is that it embodies the philosophical truth that things are internally related, things are constantly developing, and the objective laws of things are not changed by human will.
source: Bai Juyi, author of a spring trip to Qiantang Lake? In the Tang Dynasty
Gushan Temple was in the north of Jiating West, and the water level was low at the beginning.
several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.
I like the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar.
Translation:
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple and strolling to the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the lake rises at first, and the white clouds hang low.
A few warm trees that came out early in Oriole are competing for the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and holding mud.
The wild flowers will make people see things in a blur, and the spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall.
I like the beautiful scenery in the east of the lake, and I can't forget it. The willows pass through a white sand dike in rows of shade.
Creation background of Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake:
In July of the second year of Tang Muzong Changqing (822), Bai Juyi was appointed as the secretariat of Hangzhou, and in March of the first year of Tang Jingzong Baoli (825), he became the secretariat of Suzhou, so this spring trip to Qiantang Lake was written in the third and fourth years of Changqing (823 and 824).
Overall appreciation of "A Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake":
This poem is like a short and pithy travelogue, starting from Gushan and Jiating, and ending at Hudong and Bai Causeway. On the way, the poet enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the lake, green mountains and green hills, and was intoxicated by the birds and flowers. Finally, he went along the white sand embankment and under the shade of willows. Ears are still echoing the hymn of spring played by all things in the world, and a beautiful poem full of the interest of natural integration is involuntarily shed in my heart.