The running water is ruthless, and the fallen flowers welcome the spring.
Falling flowers always appear sad and melancholy, which may inadvertently cast a shadow over winter. I approached the dead leaves, but I didn't think of the pain of withering, just because the sentence "Falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud will protect flowers more."
Falling flowers always seem to be pessimistic and negative, which often makes people cry inadvertently at that time. Lu You walked slowly, but never lamented the arrogance of the past and the humbleness of today. He only smashed bits and pieces into mud, and only the incense remained.
There is always something artistic about falling flowers. Even if the sun rises and the moon sets, flowers and trees will wither, but they will not wither, because the fallen flowers have already gone to the future with history.
Independent in the cold, full of pride.
Spring is always a country of flowers, and everything is full of vitality, unique and refined. It seems that not everyone is intoxicated with spring. Spring is really an ocean of flowers, but it can't make flowers holy; It has the natural beauty of flowers, but it can't give them the beauty of people; It has a fairyland that countless people dream of, but it can't modify the agility of life.
Winter is always the soul of Mei. Lonely and deserted, it looks arrogant and holy, which makes people heartbreaking. It seems that only plum in the cold can sing the true meaning of life, the width of the soul and the depth of the soul. The spirituality of flowers may be eternal, and the sanctity of flowers may be immortal. In the freezing cold, only a few plums were placed in the corner, cold alone. It's not snow in the distance, only Dimfragrance is coming, singing softly.
Rainstorm rainbow, sonorous wintersweet
Plum blossom has long been famous in the world for its image of "lonely flower". Plum blossom has three tricks, but there are also countless tunes. How many flowers can open a confused road for future generations in an unlucky environment? However, a plum blossom looms in spring, but after the cold, there is no longer the "beauty" of blooming and falling. After the storm, there is a rainbow; After the sky is purified, the clouds come as companions; The sea is surging, and there are happy waves. Everything is so intriguing and thought-provoking. However, plum blossom enjoys a resounding reputation only on the day when spring is announced. When the stars are shifting and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, they only sing the subtle phrase "Wind and rain send spring back, snow flies to welcome spring" ... When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it laughs in the bushes.
There are endless plum blossoms in the poem, and the mystery of that tune cannot be uncovered, only a sigh. Images may always fall between the lines, and delicate emotions may only be expressed incisively and vividly through entrusted images.
Snow is the image of winter, willow is the image of spring breeze, cicada is the image of late autumn, plum is the image of cold ... There is no doubt that the lingering meaning is still placed on the image, because the tone of the image is endless. In the ocean of poetry, where is the image of singing in your heart?