Lilac is a deciduous shrub or small tree of Meliaceae, with interlaced branches and leaves and full of vitality. Flowers are very small, petals are very small, and they look like jasmine, much smaller than jasmine. If you look at a single flower, although it is delicate and lovely, it is still insignificant among the flowers. However, in spring, after a good rain, a hundred branches of a tree are knotted, lilacs are in full bloom and fragrant for ten miles. The purple and white of the tree are like a girl's blue dress. In the drizzle of spring, Fang Fei penetrated the fog of early summer, which was as charming and intoxicating as a dream.
Lilacs are always inextricably linked with depression, and Dai Wangshu is not a pioneer. Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "A Gift": If you want to rest at dusk upstairs, the jade ladder will never hook the moon. Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Bananas are in bud and lilacs are in bud. It seems that she is as sad as this woman, looking forward to the end of the world and missing her sweetheart.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking silently with the same indifference, sadness and melancholy as me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Floating like a dream
A lilac field, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence and through the rainy lane. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.
A first love planted Jiangnan complex. A season's story about spring, a Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, a bunch of lilacs you picked, so the whole room is full of fragrance. She thought to herself: Who said that lilacs are empty and sad in the rain? It should be that the brighter the lilacs are in the rain. You rubbed her hair and smiled: What's going on in this little head?
Blue slate alley, misty rain, lilac fragrance, sighing eyes. Scene, atmosphere and rhythm are almost perfectly combined. How can we not be fascinated and fascinated?
Whose youth has no unforgettable story? We smile, cry and sigh for it. First love may have "lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation", but experience is the wealth of life, so that life will be colorful and memorable.
In the season of lilac fragrance, you once loved and loved wholeheartedly, which is enough. After the spring rain, lilacs are still in full bloom, drifting through the alleys of bluestone slabs, and the fragrance is on the roadside of dreams.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring is a poetic prose. In the style of poetry, it depicts the unique scenery of spring in southern China: green grass, flowers and trees competing for beauty, warm spring breeze, continuous drizzle, showing birth and vitality; People in spring are also energetic, hard-working and full of hope. Spring is a beautiful picture of spring.
Spring is an ode to youth.