Mei Shang's Prose 1
I have been defeated, and you just came, with a broken calyx branch and a lonely posture.
Where did you go this morning? The flowering period is two ten days, and the plum blossoms bloom three times. I'll wait for you if you don't come, and I'll wait for you if you don't come. White as snow, red as blood, fragrant as the sea, but you are not here.
You went to Jishan Mountain early, thinking about it deeply, and went there when you came back after the New Year. The early plum blossoms were shy in bud. It was a cloudy afternoon and the light was poor. It was difficult to see them and not to illuminate them well. The fragrance of plum blossoms is mixed with the fragrance of stinky tofu, which tastes weird. You smile strangely and return before you finish your excitement. It doesn’t matter, prepare your mood, choose a good weather, you can come again, and you can also go to Jinghu Plum Garden.
Another week passed, and you went to do some errands, but things were not going well, and you felt disheartened. You were walking on the road like a sleepwalker, like a walking zombie. Then you passed by the foot of Ji Mountain. The flowers were just right, the weather was just right, but you didn’t. good. There is no mood inside, no scenery in the eyes, and of course no mood. Plum blossoms are in name only, as cold as ice. Your heart is blocked and my flowers are falling.
It’s the weekend again, and you don’t want to think too much about it, so you take the initiative to avoid it. Don’t read books, don’t look at the scenery, don’t stay alone. You go to see your buddy for a haircut, have a meal and drink some wine. You feel dizzy and light, but your heart is indescribably heavy, just like Sun Wukong pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain. Occasionally, I see one or two plum blossoms on the road, blooming lukewarmly, which does not form a scenery or artistic conception. With a neither salty nor light mood, I forget about it after seeing it.
Another weekend, you slept until after eight o'clock. I wake up lazily, have no direction to take action, and am in a good mood. Whether I want to go out or not depends on the weather. After a simple breakfast, the dark and cool sky sheds a few rays of clear and warm light, which seems to be getting better and better. You Googled Shili Meilang in Wangtan Town. It’s too far from home, so you might as well go to Jinghu Wetland.
You finally came to me. I will wait for you in Meishan. When you are old, you will have a beautiful face and a classic sentiment.
You are riding a bicycle and wandering here. Entering Meishan Fairy Garden, looking at the ingenious decorations of the Light Art Festival, I didn't stop, didn't stop, and was eager to see me. My messy shadow is dejected, and the scattered white and red dots on the branches are filled with tears of separation. Only the plum blossom is my true confidant, and I am like a dying beauty. If you don't come if I leave, I will be old if you come. In just three weeks, you have been waiting for a long time, and you are searching for good words and sentences: lingering, reluctant to leave, lingering and pathos, lingering and charming. No longer useful, it falls into pieces and turns into mud. I feel sad and sad about my death. Daiyu is hoeed by lotus flowers. I will not meet you in the three lanes of plum blossoms.
You think about the shortness of flowers blooming, the shortness of life, and the difficulty of finding a way out. Spring has just arrived, but spring has already been damaged, and the choices of gains and losses will end up in the dust.
Although there are only broken flowers and stamens left, my fragrance is still the same and my heart is still the same. Even though it fails this year, it will still bloom next year. The flowers bloom every year just for you.
You have been here for a year, but you are only here for a short stay. You think a lot, not only the good side, but no longer one-sided. Flowers that bloom will eventually fall, and flowers that fall will bloom again. When I bloom and you come again next year, it will still be a beautiful encounter. Besides, after my flowers fade, hundreds of flowers bloom, and spring of life has just arrived.
You left, leaving behind a piece of writing; I am leaving too, leaving behind a piece of heart. Prose of Mei Shang 2
Since ancient times, plum blossoms have been lonely, and many poets describe plum blossoms as fragrant and beautiful. But today I want to write about Mei's tears and sorrow. Plum blossom stamens pile up plum blossom tears, for whom are the pieces broken?
I have always loved plum blossoms, but when I heard the song "Tears of Plum Blossoms" for the first time, I felt a little inexplicable melancholy and anxious.
Who said Mei has no tears? Many poets only want to praise Mei's perseverance and pride, but who knows that Mei's unknown tears are hidden behind that perseverance and pride? Not every plum blossom can do this, but every plum blossom can finally bloom to its enchanting beauty. It has to endure the most unbearable cold and ice in the world. What a pity it is to think about those plum blossoms that cannot withstand the harsh winter and wither before they bloom. At the moment when they are swaying in the cold wind, can anyone also smell the poetic fragrance of the scattered snowy plum trees?
There are very few people who know how to appreciate plum blossoms, because each plum blossom has its own unique pride and embarrassment. It doesn't matter whether you say it is unconventional or cool. Many times, Mei doesn't want to explain or say too much. She just likes her love silently, standing alone in the morning light and cold in the morning stars. That kind of indifferent attitude is beyond the reach of Peony!
If there is wind and snow, then the red makeup will reflect the sun. The more plum blossoms stand proudly on the branches. It is so silent and beautiful, and it is dyed with bones and rendered with musk coal as a warning to the poet. You let the snow bully you, no matter how bitter or cold it is, you will love what you love. You tell the world with your purity and arrogance that you would rather be noble and moldy than let smoke deceive your soul.
Mei, you are the anxious heart of the painting studio waiting for my husband to return. You are the quiet and clear light of the night that only sheds sorrow. Who can understand the rhyme of Tang poetry and Song Dynasty in your prismatic mirror that describes thinness, and the splash of ink and worry that makes you miss lovesickness? Who can understand the desolation and melancholy that is similar to sleeplessness and countless stars? Who can understand Daughter's madness, and who can read Mei'er's awakening? The pillow is broken when I miss you, and the fragrance stains always make the handkerchief wet. Who can relieve the pain? Who knows about acupuncture? After all the vicissitudes of life and countless thoughts, who can decide against Mei Xiang? Only increased melancholy, with frightened eyes. Or, it’s so hard to say nothing!
The snow falls in Xiaoxiang and I think about the cold, and the plum blossoms bloom in the cold weather for several days.
No one is still thinking about the love, writing about the bright plum blossoms, holding a cup of wind and snow in the arms, maybe what the plum blossoms need is a kind of spiritual union, not just the appearance, what it needs is the real peace.
Si Mei, a ray of melancholy and sadness arose in Mu Ran. Who is messing with the dust? The plum shadow is torn by ice. Drunk and ignoring my hair, I burn my soul and contemplate, looking forward to the moon, wishing that the moon would cut my sorrow.
How cool is the cool night? By sending a plum blossom chant, who knows the deep meaning?