Mei is the elder of the four gentlemen. She stretched out in the unfrozen spring and was absolutely outstanding. Like the elegant temperament of plum blossoms, not afraid of the cold, blooming alone in the snow, so unscrupulous that no one is watching. I think the ancients liked plum blossoms, probably because of her arrogance and naturalness. In the season when the snow has not faded, the petals are gorgeous and the fragrance is faint. "The distance is not snow, why is it fragrant?" What a vivid poem! White snow flowers and red plum blossoms set each other off and make people feel deeply. "Xue Mei refused to drop for the spring, and the poet's pavilion fee was reviewed. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a plum. "
The most charming temperament of plum blossom is a kind of self-sufficiency in loneliness, a kind of detachment of "cold ling alone" It disdains to compete with all kinds of peaches and plums in spring, but chooses to stand proudly alone when it is cold and the trees can't help the cold wind. Flowers bloom and fall in the heavy snow, flowers and trees are sparse, Leng Xiang is faint, and the wind attacks people.
Mei symbolizes strength and unyielding. Plum branches are vigorous, graceful and unyielding, and are used by people to symbolize strong and unyielding will; Plum blossoms in full bloom against the wind and snow are the first to reveal the breath of spring to the world. People often compare plum blossoms to beautiful beauties. It is also better than those who are not afraid of difficulties and advance despite difficulties, standing on the highest mountain top and seeing through the most beautiful scenery.
The most charming temperament of plum blossom is a kind of self-sufficiency in loneliness, a kind of detachment of "cold ling alone" It disdains to compete with all kinds of peaches and plums in spring, but chooses to stand proudly alone when it is cold and the trees can't help the cold wind. Flowers bloom and fall in the heavy snow, flowers and trees are sparse, Leng Xiang is faint, and the wind attacks people.
"The ancient meaning pities the grass, and the world is heavy."
Orchids are the best among the four gentlemen. Her elegance and fragrance deeply touched many romantic figures and elegant people. Small flowers bloom in sparsely populated places, not for the secular, not for wealth, but for themselves. Look at her blooming silently, how noble and elegant and beautiful! When orchids are in full bloom, it is the moment when a myth is born.
An empty valley gives birth to orchids, and the most fascinating thing about orchids is "seclusion." Because it grows in the deep Shan Ye Valley, it can wash away its beautiful and fragrant posture, keep its natural beauty and have a clear and plain fragrance. Orchids never flatter people, and they don't want to be transplanted to busy cities. Once they leave the quiet pure land, they will inevitably be defiled by dirt. Therefore, orchids are only suitable to bloom in secluded places and in the ideal realm of poets.
Orchids symbolize nobility. Orchids are elegant, dignified and fragrant, and have always been a symbol of noble personality. The poet Qu Yuan loves orchids very much. In his immortal work Li Sao, orchids are praised in many places.
The bright moon is like frost and the breeze is like water. In the cool leisure room, the bamboos are humming in sequence, tall and straight, green and dripping, engaging and lovely, with both the iron bones of Meiling's cold and proud snow and the noble and clean blue color. Zhuya is also quiet and graceful, with a distinct personality, tied with the other three friends.
Bamboo symbolizes integrity. Bamboo is tall, straight and beautiful, and will not wither when it is cold. Since ancient times, it has been widely loved by people. The ancients often used "jade can be broken without changing its color, bamboo can be burned without destroying its festival" to describe people's integrity.
Of course, bamboo also represents nobility, luxuriant foliage and strength. In Chinese painting, we see the sharp contrast between ink and white. Very old, very old, very shocking, very thoughtful. There is a poem praising: "Lingyun will be more modest if there is a knot when it is unearthed at the end."
Chrysanthemum, faint, fragrant and hidden, unknown. Tao Yuanming once wrote a story about the Peach Blossom Garden, which showed his sincere desire to return to nature, and at the same time brought people to the world of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Who in the world is not looking forward to this?
Chrysanthemum, different from the colorful world, is cold and cheerless, elegant and beautiful, different from ordinary people. If we say that Dong Mei's resistance to frost and snow is an indomitable martyr personality; Chunlan's adaptation to the empty valley is a sense of independence of the nobles; Then, Qiu Ju has the characteristics of both a martyr and a noble scholar. In late autumn, under the setting sun, beside the hedge, clusters of yellow bows are proudly open, not afraid of severe frost and loneliness, regardless of origin, showing valuable quality.
Chrysanthemum symbolizes not being afraid of wind and frost. Chrysanthemum blooms in late autumn, with a long and diverse flowering period, which is deeply loved by people. Its noble character of not being afraid of wind and frost is even more praised by people.
moon
In the night, the river quietly sobbed to the end of the day and gradually merged into the boundless darkness. In an instant, the moon was born with the tide, and the world was suddenly enlightened. Clear moon and clear water are naturally beautiful and distressing. Being in it, a trace of melancholy will unconsciously penetrate the whole body, unable to extricate itself and unwilling to extricate itself.
The moon gently covered Jiang with silver gauze, and Jiang was happy and skipped forward like a child. Water and the moon are always their favorites. With the moon, water is more lively; With water, the moon is more beautiful. The color of Jiang Tianyi is exceptionally bright and clean. The gentle river bypasses Xiaoting in the water. In the silver moonlight, it is quiet and full of vitality. Flowers and plants seem to be asleep, but listen, the air is full of their whispers and whispers. You see, the beauty like snow is a sea of flowers, because the air is full of fragrance. I couldn't see what these flowers were, so the moon gave them a veil. However, flowers are beautiful, and hazy flowers are more beautiful. Running water with fallen flowers, there is a kind of tenderness besides sadness. Snowflake-like flower forest, gentle flowing water, lovers-like collocation. The moon makes the world exquisite, and it also makes the world hazy. The white and soft beach by the river is as empty as a dream, but incredibly real. This month, this flower and this water constitute this spring night.
There is silence between heaven and earth, and there is a majesty in silence. I love this month, this river, this flower and this night as much as my father.
How long has it been? I'm here for a vigil? Thousands of years? Or tens of thousands of years? I don't remember. It's been too long. This eternal night! Life is in a hurry, and after several ups and downs, things have changed. Do you remember who first looked at the moon and sighed? Who first enjoyed the beautiful scenery of this river? Who was the first to feel that things had changed? I don't remember. It's been too long.
Life has changed from generation to generation. I thought I had stayed here all night alone, but I heard the voice in my heart say, no, it's not you anymore! I defended: No, I have been here, and the night hasn't changed, and neither have I. The night smiled and said nothing, but gently caged me with a wide black robe. I suddenly realized that once upon a time, I had such a familiar feeling? Probably in a previous life. I am speechless, yes, this night has experienced countless times in my life. She knows everything. The river and the moon in front of me are my eternal gifts. I see, my life will be short and eternal, just like the lost river.
Shaking my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts, but falling into deeper depression.
Whose boat is floating alone in the moonlight? Are the people on board worried about her wandering in the moonlight? The moonlight shines on the balcony like water, adding a bit of sadness, helplessness and loneliness. Sorrow lingers like moonlight sneaking into the window edge. The bead curtain hanging on the door covers the weeping people in the room, but it can't cover the acacia that permeates around. Looking around, it seems that there are memories and sweetness everywhere. In the blink of an eye, it changed, the ends of the earth. Life is so beautiful and helpless. Su Dongpo said: "I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful." Bathed in the moonlight and * * *, there is nothing wrong with thinking about each other. After all, the story of Hongyan is just a legend. How do birds convey this sacred love for love?
Wandering on the boat, do you also think of your hometown that you haven't returned for a long time? I went back to my hometown thousands of times in my dream, and suddenly I woke up, still outside the mountain. Can the quiet river convey people's love for acacia? The river is silent.
The eternal and resolute death of the river has taken away a lot and left a lot. Spring is coming to an end, and flowers are falling and flowing. The moon sinks in the west, as if determined to return. A little sad, this river, this flower, this month, will all pass away. This night will also disappear. "No, it won't!" A firm voice said, "They are eternal, don't you remember?" Yeah, forever. I said to myself.
There is an endless road ahead, and I don't even know where it will lead. I set foot on it without hesitation, full of emotion and hope. I believe there will be my emotional closeness at the end of the road.
The moon finally fell-reflecting the loose river trees, shaking down the glory of the whole river.
Childhood is a different kind of beauty.
Childhood, a pure melody; Childhood, a different era; Childhood, a happy hymn. Childhood life has quietly passed away. And the childhood in the depths of memory is still aroused, vivid and hard to erase. ...
Inscription: childhood made me pursue colorful toys; Childhood makes me yearn for happy days; Childhood reminds me of my petite ignorance.
Childhood is a different kind of beauty.
Childhood continues in beautiful fairy tales.
I am a child who grew up in a book. Simple and beautiful fairy tales accompanied my childhood. I can still remember the shadow of reading in the sunset when I was a child. Young, immature and ignorant, I sat quietly in the sunset, holding a heavy fairy tale and reading a pure and beautiful story. Childhood innocence, like fairy tales, is beautiful, simple and charming.
In the later days, I was still the most loyal reader of fairy tales. Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales, which have become tattered, are still treasured in my heart forever. Every time I open these books, I will think of me when I was young, and I will think of my happiness, happiness and innocence.
Childhood is a different kind of beauty.
Although the journey of our life has passed our childhood, we still want to keep our innocent childhood. In today's extremely intense homework, such innocent days have passed leisurely, but we will still miss the interesting things in the past, which will make us relax a little. Watch your childhood and keep a different kind of beauty.