Philosophical prose describing flowers

The Sound of Flowers Blooming (Zhang Ailing) keeps a rose at home. A few days later, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of flowers falling. At first, it was a tentative "bang", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Then, with a click, countless butterflies were shot down and fell from the sky. That night was really quiet. Listening to your breath is like listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. The whole person was hung in the air by the sound of falling flowers, with sharp ears and a shock in his heart, as if listening to a brewing conspiracy. In the morning, a table of fallen flowers lay there, safe and sound. I can't believe it had such a thrilling night. Even if the rose petals fall, they are still fresh, with a greasy texture, satin luster and warmth. I don't believe this is the corpse of a flower at all. I never let my mother clean up. It seems better to watch them lying there freely from the crowded branches than to be surrounded by branches. The world seems to hear the sound of falling flowers every day. Like cherries, pears and peaches, I never regard their falling as a kind of death. They just realized in the call of the wind that they used to be angels with wings, so they tried to break free from the branches, tried to fly, and flew out gently ... There was a flower that scared me. It didn't ask questions without warning, and suddenly the whole flower rolled down recklessly and irresponsibly, which was really nerve-racking. I once raised a pot of camellia, which was such a shocking way to die. I was frightened, and I was afraid of camellia from now on. Afraid of its extreme and heroic, and the tragic suicide. I don't know how such a gentle and calm tea tree can produce such a tragic flower. Only the small daisies in the country bloom quietly, implicitly thanking them silently. Its withering is not a storm, it just snuggles quietly and warmly on the receptacle, wasting away little by little, wasting away little by little, and then growing old with the whole season in the bleak winter. Reject Peony Author: Zhang Kangkang It is expected, admired and praised by the world for its beauty. Beautiful, elegant, beautiful, beautiful and shocking. Its beauty has long been determined and recognized by the world. Its beauty is not afraid of controversy and challenge. How many people haven't appreciated peony? But it happened that I had to get on the bus, train, plane, ship, and cross mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. With hunger and thirst, Tao Tao flooded into Luoyang like the Yellow River. Ouyang Xiu once wrote a poem: Luoyang has the heaviest pulse flowers, especially peony. The legendary peony was expelled from Beijing and exiled to Luoyang by Wu Zetian in a rage. Unexpectedly, Luoyang's soil and water are most suitable for the growth of peony. As a result, Luoyang peony became a common practice and gradually flourished in the Tang Dynasty, and it was extremely prosperous in the Song Dynasty. Every year in the middle of April in the solar calendar, there are thousands of peony trees in the streets and alleys, which are full of flowers and fragrant like clouds-what a colorful peony city. So you must go to Luoyang to see peony. If you haven't seen peony in Luoyang, you haven't seen peony. Besides, Luoyang peony has a little history and is famous for its appreciation due to depreciation. Whether it arouses people's curiosity is unknown. This year is the ninth Peony Fair in Luoyang. Spring came late this year. It rained for days, and the cold wind blew in Luoyang in April. The street is crowded with flower watchers from far away. The flower watcher stepped on the flowering period that should be accurate every year. It is clear that the phoenix tree has leaves, the willow branches are dripping green, the peach blossoms and pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the begonia has lost its beauty-but Luoyang people say that spring has not arrived yet; The florist said, Peony City is so quiet. A deserted Luoyang makes you feel something is wrong. You quietly close your eyes and can't bear to look for it. You take a deep breath, hide your last chance and walk into Wangcheng Park. You believe that peony likes to be lively by nature, and you know that peony is not used to loneliness like orchids. You even have selfish intentions. May Peony accept this early visit and respect. However, the lush green of the garden is only a few pale reds and a few pink whites. On the clumps of peony plants half a man's height, thousands of huge and full peony buds stand proudly, almost like peaches, but their lips are closed, their teeth are clean, their teeth are clenched, and the thin petals are wrapped layer by layer, giving people a proud and Leng Yan color, without any meaning of flowering. Such a big peony kingdom turned out to be a bleak gray-green ... A ray of pale sunshine reached out and stroked it hard, but it was motionless and indifferent. Surprise is accompanied by disappointment and doubt-you don't know why Peony refused and refused the honor and praise that should belong to it? So the florist said, this Luoyang peony is really a hollow reputation; So Luoyang people shook their heads and said, in fact, Luoyang peony has never stood up like this year. It is too cold this spring. How can you blame the peony cold snap and then the cold snap? At that time, Emperor Wu Zetian ordered Baihua to send flowers overnight for her to visit the garden. Hundreds of flowers were awed by the imperial power and opened in succession, but peony refused to follow, preferring to send them to Luoyang. How can peony easily change her temper now? So when you face the green peony garden, you can only try your best to imagine the space. Imagine it is hot in the sunshine and warmth; Imagine its splendor and magnificence in spring-when peony blooms, it is like a thawed river, and a hundred flowers blossom overnight, which is overwhelming and earth-shattering. So wanton, so magnificent, so magnificent, so powerful. It has accumulated the essence of a whole year, and in these short days, it has come out from its vigorous development. It's over if you don't open it. If it is open, it will give everything it has, and it will eventually be a beautiful country. You may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple petals in your dream, but now you must create the first case of Lotus Smoke and Purple in Wei Zi, the imaginary Yao Huang ... Imagine the colorful auspicious clouds reflected by peony in the flowering period over Luoyang City; Imagine peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; Imagine that trees and houses are dyed red with flowers; Imagine the grand occasion of "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and the whole city is crazy" in Luoyang City, which lasted for more than/kloc-0.000 years. Imagine giving you a disappointing memorial, giving you comfort and hope in the coming year. Peony has created mystery and perfection for itself-in the days without peony, you visited and peeped at peony's personality. In fact, you don't like peony for a long time. Because it is always worshipped as wealth. Later, you witnessed a peony falling, and you believe that all people will be moved by it: a breeze in Xu Lai, the delicate peony suddenly fell down, and the gorgeous petals were scattered all over the floor. When the petals fall to the ground, they are still bright and dazzling, like a big bird offering the feathers of the altar and leaving with a heroic sad song. When the peony does not wither, it either shines on the branches or belongs to the soil. It spans withering and aging, dies from youth and disappears from beauty. Although it is beautiful, it does not spare life. Even if it says goodbye, it will leave a thrilling taste for the last time. So in this cold April, miracles will not happen. Despite the disappointment and curses of tourists, peony is still calm. If you don't bow your head, you won't compromise and you won't be kitsch. It follows its own flowering law and has the right to choose an annual grand festival for itself. Why doesn't it refuse the cold? ! Flower watchers from all over the world are still pouring into Luoyang city. People will not reject the beauty of peony because of its rejection. If relegated to ten more times, maybe ten peony cities can be bred in Luoyang. So you realize in silent regret that wealth and nobility are just a word difference. Flowers are as spiritual and tasteful as people. Taste is spirit, soul, bones and muscles, and charm. Only when you admire peony's outstanding posture, do you know how easily "taste" is ignored or ignored by the world. The moonlight in the lotus pond is quite restless these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon is a child or a woman, willing to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together. It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time. The poet Cambridge's essay "Let Flowers Be More Beautiful". Make flowers more beautiful Cambridge flowers are God's best gift to mankind. People believe in fairy tales and beautiful elves living in stamens. Therefore, flowers have long represented our love, career and health. Flowers are almost a symbol of all good things. For the earth of life, flowers never suddenly fall from the sky, not even the green around them! In order to welcome the arrival of mankind, they have also gone through a long life preparation. In the middle Paleozoic, plants began to migrate from the ocean to the land. At this time, our land began to appear green. Early plants did not bloom. The earliest green on land is mainly ferns, which reproduce by spores. It has no seeds. After Mesozoic, our green world became rich. In addition to ferns, ginkgo trees, conifers and cycads have also begun to appear. These plants are gymnosperms. The male and female flowers of gymnosperms are separated, and the seeds of gymnosperms have no ovaries. Goethe, a German poet, once suggested that flowers are changed from leaves. Dissecting a primitive flower and observing its shape carefully, we will believe that the poet Goethe's words have some truth. An evolved flower, its calyx, corolla, stamen group and pistil group are very different from green leaves, so it is difficult for us to see the relationship between flowers and leaves. But when we carefully observe Magnolia, we will find that the 9 perianth of Magnolia is just like the shape of a leaf. Magnolia is a species of Magnoliaceae, which is the most primitive family of flowering plants. Mulan has not yet differentiated into calyx and corolla; Stamens and pistils are separated and arranged spirally. In Magnoliaceae, there is a kind of Dejian wood whose stamens and pistils are more like leaves. Dekenwood is distributed in the South Pacific, and the carpel of Dekenwood is like a leaf. Its pistil has no style and its ovary is like a small bottle. In particular, the stigma is not round at the top of the ovary like ordinary plants. Its stigma extends from top to bottom at the junction of carpels, much like a folded leaf. Mulan is the earliest flower on the earth. It did not appear until the late Cretaceous. This plant that can produce petals is called angiosperm. The stamens and pistils of angiosperms grow together, and the seeds are enclosed in the ovary. Cycas, which was earlier than Mulan, had less flowering times and irregular flowering periods. Cycas flowers have no green calyx, nor beautiful petals that attract insects. Of course, cycads that can't open petals can't be called angiosperms, only gymnosperms. Yes, flowers are not born, nor are they born beautiful. It has also gone through the process from simple to complex, from single to colorful. For a long time, people have tried their best to make flowers more beautiful. People use genetic engineering to change the color, flower shape and flowering period, and cultivate new varieties that are difficult to obtain by traditional gardening techniques. Using genetic engineering, scientists transferred chalcone synthase gene into Petunia purpurea, and flowers with different shades appeared on the same plant. Transgenic Petunia has three different colors: purple, white and purple-white embedded. So far, scientists have successfully transferred foreign genes into people's favorite flowers such as roses, petunias, carnations, tulips and chrysanthemums. Since the 20th century, the flower industry has gradually become an industry with high economic benefits. The annual sales of the world flower industry reached $654.38 billion. Making flowers more beautiful is not only an idea of modern science and technology today, but we ancient people have already used our brains on it. It can be said that flower cloning in China existed as early as the Tang Dynasty. According to legend, Han Yu's nephew has a unique skill in raising flowers. Ren recorded the story of Han Yu's nephew cloning peony in Youyang Miscellanies. A distant nephew of Han Yu is from Jianghuai. Seeing that my nephew is very young, Han Yu asked him to read to his children in the university. The child has always been Hanyu's nephew. After Han Yu knew it, he sent him to the temple in the west of the street and let him study. Ten days later, the temple owner called him frivolous and rude, so Han Yu had to let him go back. Han Yu scolded his nephew, "What can you do?" The nephew apologized to Han Yu and said slowly, "I have a skill, but I hate my uncle for not knowing!" " He pointed to the peony in front of the steps and said, "Uncle, what kind of flowers do you want this peony to bloom? Just say it! ""Han Yu was surprised, so he found what he needed and asked him to try again. Han Yu's nephew covered all the peony flowers with curtains or something, so that no one could see them. He dug all sides of the peony all the way to the root, so that a person could sit down and manage the root of the peony in the morning and late at night with something like pink cinnabar. Seven days later, he buried the pit. He said to Han Yu, a month at the latest will do. It was early winter. Peony originally bloomed in purple, but when it bloomed, it became yellow and red. Each flower has a pair of clearly written couplets, purple. On the cloned peony flower, Han Yu read a poem he wrote when he went through the customs: "Where is home in Qinling, and where is the snow garden?" Peony is the national flower of our country, and its colors are red, white and purple. In the past books, there were dizzy peonies and dizzy peonies, and lovesick peonies. Chang 'an once advocated sightseeing peony. At the end of spring, there was an endless stream of cars and horses browsing peony, which made people ashamed to enjoy it nearby. Many temples and Taoist temples grow peonies, and some peonies can earn tens of thousands. In the past, only dyes were used to clone flowers. The story of Han Yu's nephew's wonderful art is also recorded in North Dream. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Ruxiu was in charge of Huzhou, where there was a dyeing house, and Uparo grew up by the pool. Du gave things to people to collect the seeds of this tallow flower, and returned to Beijing to plant them in the pool, but some of them turned into red lotus flowers. Du felt very strange about this, so he wrote to ask the printing and dyeing workers. The dyer wrote back and said, "My family has a big urn filled with indigo, which has been used for three generations. I once soaked lotus seeds under the urn and waited for a year to plant them. If you use the seeds of planted violets as seeds, they will turn red. That's why it's back to its essence. What's strange? " So he gave Du the soaked lotus seeds. Traditional dyeing can change color, so can the climate. Flowers belong to spring! However, a flower does not represent a spring. In the vast world, colorful flowers adorn our beautiful world. Through artificial selection to cultivate new varieties, there are 35 chrysanthemum varieties recorded in China Chrysanthemum Spectrum in Song Dynasty. Author Liu Meng pointed out that peony flowers often mutate, and new varieties can be formed by selecting and preserving the mutation. Our ancestors not only realized the universality of variation, but also realized the relationship between variation and environmental conditions. People also make full use of variation as materials, and widely adopt the technology of seed selection, so as to survive the fittest and create a beautiful new life. In the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu talked about breeding new peony varieties through bud mutation in Luoyang Peony Story. The Chinese nation is a nation that loves flowers. Many famous flowers were cultivated thousands of years ago. Such as ten famous flowers: orchid, plum blossom, peony, peony, lotus, camellia, azalea, rose, chrysanthemum, osmanthus and so on. Although traditional flower cultivation has great advantages, it still has its limitations. Plant cloning not only propagates rapidly, but also avoids the variation of offspring caused by seed reproduction, and can obtain disease-free and harmless plants. Flowers are beautiful, but they are also exquisite. Most flowers only bloom in spring and fall in autumn. Scientists use genetic engineering to find a way to prolong the flowering time of flowers, and cultivate three kinds of carnations with long life, which are at least twice as long as traditional flowers. Scientists are trying to make flowers cross the season and make summer flowers bloom in winter. In order to make the flowers more brilliant, scientists also transferred the genes related to luminescence from fireflies into plant cells to cultivate transgenic tropical orchids that glow at night. Let the flowers bloom at night, let the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve be transparent, and our world is as bright as flowers. I like those solid and heavy flowers, such as lily, lotus and kapok, but I also like those flowers that make people worry, especially those that bloom in spring and have thin petals, such as peach blossom, apricot blossom, plum blossom, pansy or cosmos. The color and lines of flowers are always "real", but the fragrance of flowers is a kind of existence between "virtual" and "real". There is a kind of flower, like cordate telosma, which smells very wild. It is really the kind of incense that "flowers want to break the Zen". Smiling and Prynne are meaty, while Jasmine is plain, which can be as good as tea. Narcissus is more beautiful. The reflection of a narcissus is simply a piece of alum, which can make a pool of water clean and clear. The fragrance of gardenia and woody orchids always comes out when the sun is warm and bright, so I am particularly worried because I don't know when it will be gone. The flowers on the tree are novels, and the branches climb on the crisscross structure, overlooking its colorful sky. "A tree hangs down by the river." "Huang Si's family is full of strange flowers, and thousands of flowers are low." There are endless stories at different levels and from different angles. Grass flower is a poem, because it is short, it seems to have just jumped out of the soil, a kind of pithy, bright, condensed and concentrated beauty. Prose is a climbing vine flower, such as 10% off radish, tea, wisteria, dill, even morning glory, towel gourd flower and flat bean flower, which has a muddy sprinkling everywhere. Climbing vines look careless. When I look back after a whole season, I can see that none of them have their own rules-whether they are open in hedgerows, sprinkled on flower stands, clanged down in melon sheds, or dripping on slopes without caring for their own shadows, or even naughty and clever to climb old trees and resurrect dead trees ... they all have their own styles, really. If there is any flower that can be called a stage play, it is probably a epiphyllum. This is a complete art of time. It lives and dies when the silk screen is opened and closed, and it moves every second. It strictly abides by the "one place" and "one thing" of classical drama. What moved me was not the petals that turned white by chance overnight, nor the fragrance that rose by chance, but the almost audible unfolding process. If literary criticism uses flowers as a metaphor, it can be as scary as cactus flowers, with more thorns and fewer flowers, but it sounds like thunder-of course, a good cactus flower is still beautiful as hell. The color of aquatic plants is naturally good, and it is a very fresh splash-ink painting. Aquatic flowers always surprise people, as if a little unreasonable. It is good enough that there are flowers on the ground and in the valley. Incredibly, the flower also appeared in the water, but it was there as if it were possessed. Whether it's lotus, water lily, daffodil, calla lily, or a kind of purple lotus that seems to be called bag lotus, there is a strange feature: no matter how many miles it blooms, it seems that every flower is quiet and lonely, and it seems to be far away from time and space, while the water plant flower is probably a graceful one. I want to kill you. When will you come back to listen to his songs together? It can't be because nothing is not necessary for the next person to see this! It is not tiring to walk alone. Not the children! Isn't it a little wrong for a person to have feelings? 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