I know the world,
Ben is as short as dew.
However, however.
This haiku was written by him after his family died. The sadness and heartache inside are stuck behind the word "however", and there are endless words condensed inside, but they are not spoken. The listener fully understands the sadness behind this sentence.
A world as short as dew knows that the gone water will never return and the fallen flowers will never return to the branches, but no matter how philosophical it is, it will never be forgotten. This is the fetter of love.
"The world of dew is the world of dew, even so", we all know too much, but we still can't help sighing.
Think of the cherry trees on the roadside, the little fragrance oozing out two weeks ago, sneaking past the tail of March and the treetops of April, and the wind is shaking, gorgeous and strong to the extreme.
This extreme splendor was captured by the most ordinary, indifferent and ordinary morning that I hurried by. Unexpected, unprepared ordinary moments, brilliant beauty, suddenly crashed and poured in front of us, and the grand momentum could not be matched.
Occasionally, when the wind blows, the petals fall off, and in an instant, the ground is red.
Another ordinary morning, when I hurried by again, the trees covered with wheat straw had disappeared, and none of them had disappeared.
There are still crowded people around, pedestrians on the road pass by, cars still shuttle, bicycles are anxious, or lazy feet are sleepy, and everything is as usual. However, something is missing after all. For the air in spring, the most splendid sight and the most shining moment are past after all.
I know that the ultimate glory will not last long. This is a natural scene, and the story of life and death of the world has been included in the ups and downs of nature. All this also indicates that the years will be endless.
And people's greed for beauty, if they indulge in the moment when the truth comes out, can't get out in time.
Brilliant spring will make you feel in a trance that a certain moment is eternity. Once I meet it in full bloom and see it disappear in a blink of an eye, I will still sigh, not for a long time, but it is so short and fleeting.
Beauty is fragile.
Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest. The more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are. The real tragedy is to tear up the beautiful things in front of you, and at the most glorious moment, it suddenly comes to an abrupt end, with instant silence and death.
Even if there will still be flowers in the coming year, it will be different for those who are deeply involved. Different moods, maybe, different people. Every day, the thoughts in spring will be different, not to mention the next year.
Cherry blossoms in spring, this is an implicit beauty. In oriental aesthetics, it is the most common. There used to be a kind of painting art in Japan-ukiyo-e.
Living in the moment, enjoying moonlight, snowflakes, cherry blossoms and maple leaves, singing heartily, drinking sake, forgetting the troubles of reality, getting rid of the troubles in front of you and not being discouraged, just like a hollow pumpkin, floating in a trickle, the so-called' floating world'.
Ukiyo-e painting is a little, magnificent and perhaps a little indulgent, but the fireworks on earth are so lively that people feel happy when they look at it.
Ukiyo-e, haiku, tea ceremony ... these are the most exquisite manifestations of perishable beauty in Japanese aesthetics, that is, sadness, mystery or silence.
China people, too, have a heavy history, although there is a magnificent momentum, but in the vast poetic culture, those graceful poets, who regret the late spring and retain the fleeting youth, all fall into all the scenery, and the melancholy brought by wandering sadness is a sea of Wang Yang, which is enough to soak up the whole history.
Pine trees rot for a thousand years, and hibiscus flowers rest for a day. Spring sprouts and autumn withers, that is, it has a complete life. In order to keep beautiful moments, painting, recording, photography ... have all become tools. If we say that the oriental intuition about beauty and perishable is a kind of loneliness that is sad but not hurt. Impressionist painting in the west directly captures the light and shadow of a certain moment to keep the sunrise and sunset, happiness and loneliness.
Monet's "Water Lily" is a representative, and the famous painting "Woman with an Umbrella" is dedicated to his lover. Did he ever think that if he kept the light, he could keep her? . A flash of light and shadow, instantly dissipated, can only be captured with a brush. The vague brushwork is completely different from the delicacy of the East. However, every color block between light and shadow is beautiful.
The beauty of a moment, poured into the emotion of brushwork, merged with every minute and second of the moment, stayed on the canvas, and beauty became eternal.
If at a similar moment, you suddenly feel that the situation in front of you is deja vu. When the memory reappears and blends with everything in front of you, will it give birth to new sparks? They once attracted your emotions at the first moment, and the light is long at any time. In your mind, they breed new imagination, nourish your mood, calm your mania and give you the strength to move forward.
At this moment, you will feel that beauty, although short-lived, although fragile, has a strong vitality.
Everything in heaven and earth goes backwards, and time is a hundred generations of passers-by. If you are a dream, what is your joy?
Spring, youth, face ... At this moment, I suddenly passed away. But for people's memory, for the long river of culture and art, for all things in the universe, it is eternal, with the breath of life, risking the cold and military soul that points directly at people's hearts.
The cherry blossoms at dusk have become a thing of the past today. You may feel it for no reason, but you can really feel that a familiar and long-lost picture is reflected in your mind. You are no longer afraid of the ups and downs of the years. You have to be sad and happy, face yourself with your heart, and sleep with the present and the universe. What are you afraid of?
The world of dewdrops, though it is the world of dewdrops, has its own memories of the world of dewdrops.