At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze.
Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in this way:
It is almost like autumn, its color is dim and smoke is gathering;
Its cold gas hurts the bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call.
Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably.
Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind.
It turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.
Flowers in the autumn wind
Autumn comes early this year, but it is like the lotus steps of 28 women swaying, and the gorgeous yellow leaves can't bear to fall. I don't know the name of the red vine crawling over the fence. Every time I walk on this path, I can't help watching. I think my expression must be happy. In this bleak and sad autumn, how can such warm and hot colors not make people feel excited? As if autumn wind loves this season, it is soft and warm. The sunshine warms my naked skin just right, and the whole person can't help getting drunk. So I smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum, fragrant and fragrant, colorful and fragrant, the more fragrant, the more fragrant.
Since Tao Yuanming chanted chrysanthemum, "Fang Ju opened Lin Yao, and Song Qingyan lived in it. After Dongli planted chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums were introduced as bosom friends by ancient China literati. Imagine what a surprise it would be if first frost suddenly lost its Biwa and plantain overnight, and the lotus withered, red withered and green fell, leaving only "Chrysanthemum rose alone". No wonder Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, sat in a secluded porch and wrote poems in the autumn when "people want to get drunk in autumn, but the cold fragrance ignores the butterfly prophet". At this time, if there is wine, a confidant, singing the wind and enjoying chrysanthemums, and the opposite is the beloved, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, which means slim, smiling like spring, or he has long eyebrows, slightly drunk eyes and fluttering clothes, what kind of amorous feelings this scene should be. Of course, it is best to find the meaning of chrysanthemums and enjoy the fun of life in a beautiful place with high clouds and light winds after all the flowers have fallen, which is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Su Shi praised the chrysanthemum as "weak in muscle and weak in bone, with scattered flowers and even golden plum blossoms". Qu Yuan, a poet, drank the chrysanthemum in the morning, and the chrysanthemum in the evening took it as the juice of life and passed it on to future generations, thus writing the ultimate charm of chrysanthemum. Li Shangyin's secret lavender, harmonious yellow touch, dyed the graceful posture of chrysanthemum. Ancient women were intelligent and affectionate, and they also compared their hearts with chrysanthemums. For example, Zhu's "Soil flowers can be white and red, and you can still love this work at night. I would rather stick to the fragrant branches and grow old than dance with the yellow leaves and autumn wind. This tells me that, like chrysanthemum, the ambiguity of Li Qingzhao's sentence "The wine in Dongli is fragrant after dusk" is already a sincere love for chrysanthemum. In any case, the ancients in China wrote the fragrance, charm, heterogeneity and strangeness of chrysanthemums, and decorated a chrysanthemum world with infinite personality. Only Tang Huangchao's poem "On Chrysanthemum" "The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come; "If I were Di Qing next year, I would report a peach blossom" and "the last chrysanthemum" until September 8 in Qiu Lai, where I will spend all my time in full bloom; Tianxiang pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Chrysanthemum has been given a lot of murderous look, which makes people feel scared. I'm always a weak woman, so it's hard to regard chrysanthemum as a golden helmet. And "how many people have not returned, watching the autumn wind through the fence." What we really want to see is chrysanthemums with independent branches in the frost, so that we can finish the journey of life alone.
Since chrysanthemum has so many meanings, its name must be elegant. Named after colors are: Empty Valley Spring, Oriole Out of Valley, Jade Crab Ice Plate, Green Dress and Red Dress. Or named after petals to distinguish their shapes, such as: hibiscus shocking the wind, pine hanging snow. There are also flowers named after their shapes, such as "gold thread hanging beads, ten-foot bead curtain", as well as historical figures and stories, such as drums and musical instruments in the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and ChristianRandPhillips. There are countless wishes and interests hidden behind one flower, which is thought-provoking.
Chrysanthemum has many practical values besides ornamental and immersion. Can be used as medicine, wine, tea and health care. Kim, the most popular neo-romantic leader in South Korea, interprets chrysanthemums as the taste of love, pure and romantic.
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.
Wild geese fly through the autumn sky, and the night is in the middle.
It is crazy for the wind to return to the pond.
How many things did you have when you were an arrow?
Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn day.
It's late at night and people can't sleep.
There are a few sparse stars outside the window. The bright moon is in the sky, but it is sad and cold. The bright moon can't dispel people's hatred. It is bound to penetrate through the clouds and scatter that 10 thousand light on the lush treetops high above. The distant mountains are even more cold and boundless in the night, and the reluctant west wind inadvertently blows the vines that are green and dripping during the day by the hedge wall. It's already late at night, and I can see some fireflies inhabiting in weeds, shrinking, perhaps dreaming of summer. In the night sky, a wild goose flies by, even if it loses its companion, wandering and hovering. Occasionally, I heard one or two sharp chirps, which cut the clothes in the night, suddenly passed over the treetops and suddenly disappeared. At this time, there was a faint sound of bamboo in my ear, but when I listened carefully, it was so melancholy and cold, like a mottled twill on a marble column. Whose woman played the harp and whispered to me that autumn was coming.
Autumn has come, Dongting Lake is full of autumn tides, and many heroes have been wiped out between ups and downs. Although the autumn wind is so weak and boneless, it still blows down the once leafy trees near Dongting Lake. Listen: Does the sound of leaves falling into loess resound through Ma Xiaoxiao like swords and gunfire? Look: Is the figure of the long-sleeved teenager standing in the water as leisurely as a symmetrical tree? But why is there a faint sadness in his brow? Whose wonderful eyes filled his heart? Who attracted his attention with her beautiful singing? Is a beautiful, dressed Luo, dancing not far away with a drunken smile, but why is there a trance-like sadness in her mouth? Who and whose love made her so sad and confused?
I also heard the sound of banana being slapped by autumn rain, red, bright, a little, a little, like crying; I also saw the wrinkles of moss blown by the autumn wind under the steps, which were green and faint, little by little, like smoke and fog. Going back to books is like dreaming, but it's hard to get back to your heart. No one appreciates the moonlight in the sky. It's very cold this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves and silence. I can hear the cold wind blowing in the clear corner, which is empty. Autumn is difficult for the enemy, and the wind and rain are sad. Might as well miss it.