It was Luoyang in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
People have always had complicated psychology about this city and this kind of flower. Literati and Confucian scholars, in particular, are a little eccentric about their classic "happiness without rumors, sadness without harm". Even modern people, influenced by words such as "Ailian", are somewhat estranged from peony, asking celebrities what flowers they love. The answer may be Mei Youlan, or even water lilies and daffodils, but few people want to say peony loudly. Peony is a rich flower, but it can't leave the impression of greed. On the contrary, ordinary people like to hang a big red and purple painting at home, which is more festive and beautiful. It's just inevitable that some gentlemen will dismiss it as flashy.
On the other hand, everyone who has seen peony and been to Luoyang can't help but be shocked by her beauty. Between the quaint walls, clusters of delicate and fragile petals, just like that, are blooming enthusiastically and gathering together, with a very tough momentum. Both Wei Zi in Yao Huang and Douqing Mochi have a strong flavor that people dare not despise. Such luxurious flowers remind people of the prosperous Tang Dynasty at a glance. I'm afraid such an unruly flower will flourish in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
The Tang Dynasty belonged to the peony dynasty, and those ladies with hairpin flowers and literati with crooked towels chased her crazily. Luoyang and peony, on the other hand, are more remarkable. They are unpopular and not valued. They just built a side of water and soil with ancient cornices, raised the Millennium peony and accompanied the Millennium peony.
"I just accompany you quietly, sharing weal and woe. I just want to accompany you for a thousand years and be your beautiful scenery after a thousand years."
This is Luoyang's commitment to peony. Except Luoyang, I'm afraid no city has the ability to give peony such a promise.
Luoyang, as one of the cradles of Chinese civilization, produced the Book of Hutuluo, which produced several generations of emperors. Fog and war burned on his old skin again and again, leaving indelible scars of time. After settling down, the red wine quickly overflowed, covering up all the pain and weaving it into a dream like a brocade. When dreams were shattered, people were awakened by Jin's reprimand and history turned into a new cycle. ...
Time and time again, people gather and disperse, and willows hang low. Luoyang finally has an inside story that can suppress everything. No more frivolity, no more dreaming, sober look at the people who drink in their chests, and watch them come and go in their self-disturbing dreams. The bustling building, holding back blood and tears, still has time to stop.
Peony can be pure, regardless of secular vision, behind the gorgeous, there is always a touch of sadness, but she chose to forget it with silent beauty. Forget Dayu, forget Li, forget the graceful figure of Huaqingchi, there is still so much time to flow, there are so many green songs to sing, and peony has to accompany Luoyang.
Let me decorate your simplicity and silence with the dance of wind. How about leaving the sigh of history behind, singing the present prosperity and blood and tears, and welcoming the sunshine that dyed my petals red?
Peony and Luoyang were moved, perhaps in that companionship and waiting.