The floating clouds in the sky are like clusters of white snow, and the flavors in the world are like new tea that has been roasted for a long time.
It expresses the author's emotion about the short life and the fleeting time. It is a kind of freedom and detachment that looks down on the wind and clouds, the world, and the fame and wealth.
"Floating clouds become snow, and the taste of the world is brewed into tea" comes from: Modern·Bai Luomei's "Linjiang Fairy"
Original text of the work:
Light Autumn Breeze After the rain, the streamer becomes thinner and less prosperous.
Life is like water with no end. The floating clouds become snow, and the taste of the world is brewed into tea. I still recall the events of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and I feel a little cinnabar in my heart. We meet thousands of miles away and lose the haze.
The people in the empty mountain have gone far away, and the plum blossoms have fallen when they look back.
Extended information
Bai Luomei, formerly known as Xu Zhihui, is a writer. More than 30 prose works have been broadcast in the CCTV3 "TV Poetry and Prose" column, and many works have been published in "Readers" ” and other magazines. ?
The first film of Bai Luomei's "Linjiang Immortal" expresses the author's emotion about the short life and the passing of time. It is a kind of freedom and detachment that looks down on the wind and clouds, the world, and the fame and fortune.
The next film expresses the author's memories of the past years, a delicate emotion that although he has dealt with it indifferently, he still has some feelings, some reluctance, and some attachment. It expresses the remembrance and recollection of those people who left splendid Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and the emigrated poets. At the same time, it expresses the longing and attachment to the ancients. Looking at their poems and the scenery they have seen, it feels like we have met thousands of miles apart. Same, so close.
But due to the change of time and space, it is as misty and indescribable as the haze meeting. The ancients have passed away, leaving behind empty mountains. Looking back, the plum blossoms have fallen, faintly withered. An inexplicable sadness and sigh arose spontaneously.
Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Bai Luomei