"Once dirty and unworthy, now dissolute and boundless." The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, a day to see Chang 'an flowers." In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao, spring is the spring breeze after the entrance examination, the full view of the flowers, the future is boundless. But in the eyes of more literati, spring seems to be more life, rebirth, is lonely melancholy is also lonely, sad. When Cao Xueqin's Daiyu saw the fallen flowers in the garden, she felt sad about her own life, and the swallows in the beam were merciless. How long would the bright and fresh Yan last? Once adrift it is hard to find.
In the spring, there is more of the daughter's love, "Peony Pavilion" : "The original flowers and purples, like this are all paid and ruined, beautiful scenery helpless day, happy happy who's home." Such beautiful scenery, both the love of the beginning of the lonely pity, and the yearning for love, but also to the fleeting sigh of youth. Know the love, jump out of the youth and love of the sad, there is a kind of "small people, I who and return" of life wasted feeling.
Spring also has a lazy and shy state. Song Dynasty female poet Li Qingzhao "small heavy mountain · Spring to long gate spring grass green", wrote the meaning of boudoir, a person's daze, delicate and sensitive mind, all between the movement, "flower shadow pressure heavy door, thin curtain shop light month, good dusk." Borrow the scene lyric, one spring day passed, the daughter's loneliness and boredom all in the scene. At the same time, this kind of unintentional feeling contains shyness, the grass of the long gate, the red plum that breaks a little, the blue cloud, in the shy daughter's state appears lively and lovely, charming.
Spring is also the sustenance of all one's feelings. In the heart of Song Dynasty poet Yanshu, spring is innocent, swallow, pear flower, green moss, oriole, mulberry girls, looking at them, the heart will silently rise light smile, happiness is so simple, but there is also spring sorrow. A dream wine wake up, deep courtyard, slanting sunset is the poet's heart deep sorrow, let a person can not help but think of "how deep the courtyard". Residual dream, is passionate bitter, endless acacia tears.
I most like Su Shi's "Water dragon Yin · Second Yun Zhang quality Fu Yang Hua Ci". At first reading, there is not much feeling, and when reading again, I exclaim that the artistic conception is far away and the CI is high. Su Shi can write so beautiful willow catkins, the manner is so emotional, hazy shyness, the pursuit of the heart of the husband but love and not, is not comparable to others. The last sentence is particularly amazing "look closely, not Yang Hua, little is a tear from the people", pity, love, and the fun of reality and emptiness are all inside.
Of course, there are too many poems about Wing Chun hurting spring, one day is not enough to see the heart of spring. When the Chinese language learning began, there were also the thoughts and sighs of these poets in their hearts. I do not know when spring is no longer the season of flowers everywhere in childhood, no longer the season of eating wild vegetables everywhere, but where the love is moved.
The willow tree with sorrow, Ba bridge fold willow farewell; Is the messenger of spring; It is also a thousand charming Jiangnan women, graceful swaying, charming, looking bright. It is also a touch of tenderness in Xu Zhimo's Cambridge. As far as I am concerned, the deep memory is that when the Qingming Festival breaks the willow to worship ancestors, at that time, the heart is both a kind of mourning for the dead loved ones, but also a kind of yearning, but also a kind of wish. Send endless acacia tears, write endless sad song meaning.
The Tang willow tree on the edge of the pond in my hometown (I don't know its scientific name, the dialect of my hometown is Tang Willow tree), since it was still pink and in a tender baby state, I went to see it every day. The flower has become a kind of connection of time and space, the feeling of longing and the feeling of things are not people, but also a kind of sadness. Such a Tang willow tree there is a child often eat after school, but at that time never really appreciate it, with a kind of feelings to sustenance. When I grew up, I realized that when spring blossoms, it is actually the darling of nature. Blue sky, pale moonlight, pure white flowers, then the heart is pure and flawless. The petals falling in the reed, covering the whole water, is a shock, but also a pity.
The trees were full of white flowers, small and lovely, like falling into heaven. When the flowers bloom, the flowers will change from pink to white, and some are still pale pink. It has witnessed my growth from childhood to youth, and witnessed the separation and honor of the whole family.
The Tang willow tree in my hometown has always been self-born, without intervention, life and death have lives. The Tang willow tree in front of the four grandpa's door, slanted from the water, from its small childhood to the sky tree today, never think of the tenacious vitality, is their confrontation with the world. In spring, the whole house will be covered with trees and flowers, and the pond in front of the door will be surrounded by dried persimmon trees and peach trees. At that time, I suddenly felt that in fact, Tao Yuanming's peach blossom source was not elsewhere, just in front of me, in my heart. At that time, the heart will be full of surprise, exclamation, and then stunned. That kind of dull appearance, in fact, after reading the "Dream of Red Mansions", Baoyu is often like this.