Yingyingyanyanyanchunchun, what do the flowers and trees really mean?

The original text of Yuan Qiaoji's "Tianjingsha·Jishi" is: Yingyingyanyanchunchun In spring, the flowers and willows are real, everything is charming, delicate and tender, and everyone is still there

Writing about beauties

Yingyingyingyingyanyan (multiple refers to** *) Spring is in full bloom, and the beauty is as gorgeous and slender as flowers and willows. Her speech and behavior are full of charm, and she is so delicate and young. Everything goes well.

Some old people even said that her beauty simply surpassed the charm of my mother back then. What does it mean?

It is a note played softly in the harsh winter, a charming branch under the white snow. . It is a wisp of fragrance when it is three feet frozen, and a surprise in the desolation of thousands of trees.

He is a gentleman among the three friends of Suihan, and a fairy when the flowers are withered. It is a word of love under the new moon in the deep night, and a floating shadow by the window in the courtyard.

It is the only beautiful flower in winter and the messenger of spring. Among the thousands of colors, this is the plum blossom.

The ancient poems praising plum blossoms can be roughly divided into four types, some praising its unique charm, some praising its clear spirit and form, some praising its elegance, or praising its dignity. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been fewer and fewer poems using plum blossoms to express feelings of resentment among women, while poems describing the beauty of its imagery and praising its steadfast character have gradually become more popular. "Plum Blossom Poems" written by Gao Qi in the Ming Dynasty is one of them. However, what is more distinctive about his poems is that in addition to the traditional imagery, plum blossoms are given a strong subjective color by the poet himself. The plum blossoms in the poem seem to be the spiritual incarnation of the poet himself.

"The noble man lies in the snow-covered mountains, and the beauties come under the moonlit forest." Gao Qi's plum blossom poems regard snow and plum blossoms as matching beauties.

Plum and snow often form an indissoluble bond in poets' writings. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty famously said, "You know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming." "Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms" has become a winter pleasure for many people. The plum blossoms grow with the snow, which brings out the strength and nobility of the plum blossoms; the snow serves as a foil for the plum blossoms, which also brings out the beauty and sentimentality of the plum blossoms. It is the artistic conception of "like snow but not snow" and "like plum but not plum" that makes the appreciation of plum blossoms in winter so interesting, and also makes this poem about plum blossoms full of leisurely charm.

One of the Plum Blossom Quatrains by Lu You (Song Dynasty)

I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning wind,

Snow piles filled the four mountains.

How can one transform into hundreds of billions?

One tree has plum blossoms and one blooms.

Plum Blossom Quatrains No. 2 Lu You (Song Dynasty)

The branches in the deep valley can reach the north,

The flowers bloom late every year.

Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know?

It is the time when the ice and snow accumulate.

Lu You's poems are always full of heart, and even the poem about plum blossoms is not the playful or hazy and graceful chant of Xiaojiabiyu. The word "incarnation" is like the poetic eye of the whole poem, which makes the poet's imagination soar, and his heart of praising plum blossoms comes to life on the page. Plum blossoms were Lu You's favorite flower in his life. The blooming plum blossoms on the tree burned the poet's passion that had never cooled down. Perhaps, the poet also hoped that his patriotism could bloom everywhere like the plum blossoms on the tree.

When the plum blossoms are in full bloom, some people appreciate them; after the auspicious snowfall, some people look for them. But few people may know that there is a saying about exploring plum blossoms when they are in bud. It is necessary to explore the plum blossoms in time. If they are in bud too early, they will not bloom; if they are too late, they will fall into bloom. When the plum blossoms are about to bloom, they are at their most beautiful. They are half-covered and slightly shy, as if you can hear the sound of blooming flowers if you get close to the strands of stamens.

There are many colors of plum blossoms. Red plums are bright and warm, yellow plums are enchanting and jumping, and pink plums are charming and sentimental. But only some people like white plum blossoms, blooming quietly in the snow, just waiting for the footsteps of caring people to be surprised and sigh for it.

Compared with those colorful plum blossoms, white plum blossoms are more calm. It would rather be in the woods covered with ice and snow than mixed in the fragrant dust of spring like peaches and plums. A cold plum stands proudly in the snow, with its unique faint fragrance when it blooms, as if it is telling people's thoughts.

The plum blossoms in Wang Mian's poems are always light in color. This famous ancient Chinese painter also likes to paint his own plum blossoms. Beside the inkstone-washing pool, plum blossoms bloomed on trees. When they entered Wang Mian's paintings, they turned into faint traces of ink. This faint ink was the reflection of his heart - "Don't let people praise the color, just the color." Leave the pure energy to fill the universe."

If you are looking for the faint plum blossom among poets, Li Qingzhao is one of them. Her well-known poems are always clear and graceful, with every word delicate, like an elegant plum blossom, fragrant alone in the chaotic world. She loves plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms in her poems bloom and wither according to her circumstances.

"The Proud Fisherman" is a work written by Li Qingzhao when he was a girl. At this time, Mei is charming in her words - the moon shines in the golden cup, the beauty comes out of the bath, and there is even a kind of splendor that is rare in her works. Later, Li Qingzhao and her husband Zhao Mingcheng got together and separated several times, so they suffered from the pain of lovesickness: "I was too drunk at night to take off my makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom was inserted into the broken branch." In her heart, she felt the sadness of "if a branch is broken, there will be no one in the world or heaven to send it to".

If Li Qingzhao is a quiet white plum, then Xin Qiji, also a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is an old plum with strong vigor.

He spent his whole life galloping on the battlefield, and even in his later years, his ambition remained undiminished, just like the plum tree standing upright in the severe wind and snow, using strong branches to support the blooming plum blossoms.

Lin... >>

How clean is your body when you drink the dew, and your chanting will be longer? There are thousands of trees in the setting sun, and there is nowhere to hide from the mantis. What is the answer to this riddle?

The answer is: cicada (cicada). The first two sentences say that cicadas eat tree sap. The long and long rhyme of the cry not only points out the characteristics of cicadas, but also metaphors that cicadas have a noble character like a gentleman. The last two sentences clearly tell the reader the answer. Even though he was hiding in the woods, he still couldn't escape the mantis. This is what is called: the mantis stalks the cicada. ^_^

Drinking and exposing one's body, He Jie's chanting charm is longer. The setting sun is thousands of trees and there is nowhere to hide. The praying mantis guesses an animal, what is the answer?

Cicada (scientific name: Cicadidae; English name: Cicada , Cicala or Cicale) is a family of insects, order Hemiptera, suborder Ceratopodia, commonly known as cicadas or cicadas. Due to different local dialects, the nicknames also change accordingly. For more information, please check the nicknames in the basic information column.

Lives in temperate to tropical regions of the world (about 2,500 species of cicada have been recorded). Some species distributed in desert areas will discharge excess water from the back plate (tergum) when their body temperature overheats, thereby achieving cooling and heat dissipation effects. [1]

The male has a vocal organ on its abdomen that can continuously make sharp sounds. The female is silent but has a hearing device on her abdomen. The larvae live in the soil and feed on plant roots, while the adults feed on plant juices. Cicadas belong to the category of incomplete metamorphosis, from eggs and larvae (nymphs) to adults after one molt without going through the pupa stage.

The seven emotions and six desires of human nature, success or failure are determined by wind and rain. Looking back at the years, one foot of red dust and thousands of clouds, what does it mean?

A pure heart is like snow, slowly writing the words of Zheng Yu Gong ; The fragrance of books makes wine, and the poems are clear; the messages on red paper are passed from afar and thought about infatuatedly; the ink is splashed, and the painting scroll is condensed with rhyme. Fireworks are passing by, silently counting the coldness in the loneliness and pain, quietly appreciating the youth in the singing and dancing, waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall under the eaves in front of the court, and sitting under the sky to watch the clouds rolling and relaxing. Listening to the rain while leaning on the railing, my thoughts are swimming in the rain, flying like butterflies. A period of light dance shrouded in rain and mist floated, forming a curtain of dreams. With feelings like lotus, the beautiful lovesickness breaks out of the cocoon and turns into a butterfly. It dances lightly on the fingertips of the fleeting time. Carrying a wisp of longing, twisting the flowers into dreams, picking off the stars in the sky, giving them to them and interpreting the language of flowers with love. In the place of gazing, between the lowered brows, if a sincere gift is given to you, it is no harm to be so far away. The sail of longing is stranded on the windless sea. The budding heart is misty and lost in the singing of the summer night. Only through love and pain can we know the truth and falsehood. The starting point and the end point can never escape, a dialogue deep in the soul. Holding a piece of paper and reading the poems and essays written for you, thinking about the inseparable lingering love. Looking at the end of the line, the egrets are moving forward leisurely. Overflowing with a ray of unfinished love, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute performed the eternal song of the world. Borrow a piece of plain paper, use the fragrance of ink as the lyrics, use the elegance of Song poetry to soothe the sorrow between your brows, and use the fragrance of flowers to diversify the charm of your world. Holding a hand in the quiet water, cutting in the soft wind, carrying thousands of emotions, quietly and quietly in the world, staying with each other indifferently. The long-lasting fragrance is as prepared as autumn water, intoxicating the heart. The lingering wind around the fingers, carrying longing, in the cool night and the light rain and cold time, waiting for the clear water and long sky, looking at the wind and moon in the distance... ●Tonight, standing In the shadow of the clouds. Turn the deep and lingering feelings into long and leisurely poetry, chant the longings into the graceful poignancy in Song poetry, and go boating on the water. I don’t know how much lingering love my thin soul can carry for you. I'm afraid, if I wait a few more seasons for the flowers to bloom and fall, my writing will gradually cool down. I don’t know if you will still touch my beautiful myth that has been sleeping for thousands of years, and play for me a heartbeat that cleanses away all the dust in the next life? Willow silk flutters, misty the tranquility of the wind. With tears in her eyes, the butterfly language swept the quiet night. Who is your watcher, who will understand your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I must be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Soup, walk across the Naihe Bridge, cut off the eternal love, forget the thousand-year love, and bury the vows on the Sansheng Stone forever. In this way, will there be no nostalgia anymore? Will this make the heart broken without leaving a trace? Is it possible to be ruthless and harmless? The night is dark, and the shadows of dreams are leaning against the flowers to soothe their tiredness. A lingering tenderness, filled with light sorrow, sings a gentleness into a paper-filled style; twists the moonlight for three minutes, turning it into a flower fate, letting fate drift and the worldly fate be wasted. Dreaming across the world, I miss you so much. Your shadow is as light as smoke, but it is always in my distant sight. With my soft fingers, I pass through the willows on the other side, carrying a wisp of breeze, flying through the dust and smoke of thousands of years, and lying drunk with you in the fragrance. The painting building, the flower room of dreams... ●The night is very thick, the dreams are too thin, who is willing to wait for whom? Life is long and gorgeous, who is willing to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, and love can't be cut. Pick up a handful of the rain of lovesickness, fold a longing flower, float leisurely across the chrysanthemum stage, crush the ripples of autumn, condense your figure with expectation, and tell the sorrow of broken dreams, but I don’t know if I can hear it. My faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? ●Dance your slender fingers lightly, pass through the wind and flowing clouds, cut a piece of plain clothes for your mood, and use the pure and light emotions to gently write the passing years into the words of ink.

Cut a night of flowing light, hold on to a deep feeling, hold on to a light pity, swaying and graceful thoughts, drunkenly dancing in the breeze and bright moon, listening quietly to the passage of time as it unfolds and falls. Xian Chen looks back, watching the splendid fireworks, and keeping a long period of plainness, passing through the dust of thousands of years, relying on you to keep each other warm. ●Yesterday we cut the candles and talked at night, tonight we can see the end of the world, what night is it tonight? For you, I pick up the scenery along the way, I sing softly for you, my watery eyes are lightly condensed, I pick up a petal floating in my hair, and scatter my heartbeat like water all the way. Thinking of thousands of miles of mist, a sigh and a pain, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish the obsession and expectation in your heart, to the end of the sky, the corner of the sea, and never miss you again? Concerned about insulation? ●The smoke is frivolous, the slender tassels dance like silk thoughts, the flowers and rain are gentle and intoxicated by the warm fragrance of butterflies. Did you know that across the mountains and rivers, every time a butterfly wing flutters, a petal of sadness will bloom. The clouds and shadows in the water color, I wish I could warm up the clear water color with the fragrance of flowers, leaving only the bright color to dye all the scenery, even if it is silent, I am still happy. ●Xiao Ye’s... >>

(Drinking dew makes the body clean, and the chanting charm is longer. The setting sun is thousands of trees, and there is nowhere to hide from the praying mantis) What is the answer to the mystery?

Cicada

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What does it mean?

^_^I was invited, many answers are good, I just Can I be more detailed and share my own experience, haha...

The whole poem starts from the melancholy of reality, and then begins to get stuck in the past, looking back and thinking about bit by bit. Worry pervades, the past lingers in my heart, and then turns to reality, and talking to myself is also a question without an answer. The rain scene and the scene blend together, and the rain scene sets the mood. When I ask and answer myself, the answer is already clear, but it is also full of helplessness.

The overall feeling is that there is a very clear sadness on the page, but there is also a little bit of heroic spirit of a little girl. "Looking back and high-fiving" and "The dragon is traveling around the world" are quite a bit like Li Qingzhao's "life as a child" "People are like ghosts even when they die." But of course it's not as meaningful as a famous person, hehehe (beat me ^_^). Li Qingzhao's graceful words are really good, and the emotions of children are vivid and vivid, but occasionally the heroic mind has its own charm. Although it is not like the wild feelings of the bold school, it has its own unique characteristics. Hee hee hee^_^

In addition, I went to Da Da’s blog and saw the title "A Thousand Miles to Seek the Dragon". I thought that the front of this poem was an acrostic question... Returning to Du Xiangsi, Long, I asked you if you know? Looks like this? ^_^

(Personal feeling, please forgive me if I am wrong)

First paragraph:

Looking back on the past is like a dream in the ocean, My thoughts gradually fade away, and my melancholy gradually returns to life.

The word love is like drawing a knife to cut off the water, or raising a cup to relieve sorrow. The lotus roots are broken, the love is broken, the intention is still connected, even if it is like cutting off the hair and cutting off the love, cutting off the robe and cutting off the righteousness, it can only be forgotten on the surface. What is engraved in the heart is the trace that cannot be let go and cannot be erased. Even if it is scabbed, it is still There will be a dull pain, and occasionally there will be little ripples in the desolate moments.

In the midst of thousands of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, little footprints across time and space, looking back on the past, I still remember the oaths I made, and the scenes I said are as clear as yesterday, vividly in my mind. It's like you can reach out and touch it. Rock and reed, strong and pliable, can they endure the many changes in the world? In the vicissitudes of life, have the lingering affections of yesterday been long gone, leaving only memories that still talk about the past vows of eternal love and the passing of time?

Second paragraph:

Wandering in the past, I am the only one who wanders alone and sentimental. Everything in the past has passed by like clouds, and only the memory remains like yesterday, and I am thoughtful and thoughtful. I still remember the time when we parted, and when we thought about it, we held hands and looked at each other, with tears in our eyes, but we were speechless and choked. We looked at each other speechlessly, and the feeling of separation lingered in each other's hearts.

Looking back suddenly, thinking about all that happened back then, seems like a lifetime ago, like a dream. Nowadays, I am traveling far away from home, and I am a stranger in a foreign land. I have been wandering there many times in my dreams, and many times in my thoughts during the day, on the road to my hometown. After several years of separation, my hometown is still the same, but things have changed and people have changed. It is no longer the same as it was yesterday. With dreams in mind, I left my hometown to seek my own future. The people who had once sworn to each other were also wandering around the world, pursuing the ambition of Pengyi Nine Heavens and Water Hitting Three Thousand, and they embarked on different futures, intertwined with each other.

The third paragraph:

The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind dew standing at midnight? Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, I am speechless and ask the sky, what is the destiny of meeting and parting, if the relationship is shallow and the relationship is weak? Since the separation, even if I have been concerned about him, the trace of my past has been lost in the sea, and no news has been heard. The sky and the earth are vast and far away, and the longing is still lingering. It is always in this special season, when it rains, that my brows are lowered and my heart comes again. Even if I have deliberately forgotten, even if I have been more sad than happy, I still can't help but want to ask, thousands of miles away, are you still okay?

What word means sorrow? Leave people's hearts in autumn.

It's always the drizzle of autumn that arouses endless thoughts in the absence of people. The helplessness of the autumn wind and autumn rain touches the heartstrings. I don't know where you are. Now that you are in a foreign country, only this boundless autumn rain is alone with me. , soothing my heart that is full of thoughts, whispering like a close friend, falling into my heart.