Chrysanthemum prose

The first frost is the horn of this season. Those chrysanthemum buds scattered in the vast world suddenly raised thousands of golden flags, sweeping away all the sadness and loneliness after flowering.

The chrysanthemums in the yard were also woken up by the horn. Although the flowers are as small as pennies, their colors are as pure as pure gold jade, and the cool fragrance permeates the air in the yard. So in the twilight, walking in front of the flowers, or drinking tea and carrying lanterns, or reciting poems and lyrics, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of elegance, which will lead to a lot of poetry and painting. As the saying goes, "Holding the moon in your hand, the flowers are full of clothes."

I am a lazy person, and I am not good at gardening. On a whim, I raised asparagus and bluegrass, or watched the plants wither from thinness because of poor waiting or improper cultivation. At that time, I just felt that I had failed the flowers and plants. Later, I simply planted some flowers and plants that were full of vitality and didn't need to bother. Sprinkling a handful of sunflower seeds on the open space can bring a colorful summer, and inserting a few balls of cactus in the abandoned enamel basin can bring a striking and warm-hearted green all year round. This year, the rain is dense, the roses grow wildly outside the hospital, and the gardenias in the hospital are as vigorous as wild children. Facing the bright flowers of Chinese rose and the green flowers of gardenia, I am proud of my strategy of "governing by doing nothing". It is also out of this mentality to plant chrysanthemums. In spring, just after the rain, I planted the chrysanthemum branches cut by my neighbors all over the floor. Even if I only sprinkle some residual tea and water at ordinary times, the chrysanthemums bloom all spring and summer. In autumn, the branches are densely covered with buds. After the first frost, generate was finally full of passion, brilliant golden yellow, burning like a flame, and I don't know how many amazing eyes it attracted.

For a brilliant bloom, chrysanthemums have been accumulated for a lifetime. Vanilla beauty, chrysanthemum is like a strong woman, and the clock of the Three Kingdoms will praise the five virtues of chrysanthemum, saying that it "grows early and grows late, and the gentleman is virtuous." Chrysanthemum is worthy of the reputation of "a gentleman in flowers". Don't even admire Sister Lin, who is "sweet-talking and quarrelling"? "From the moment Ling Tao commented on the chapter, the eternal Gao Feng said today"?

Chanting chrysanthemum

Ancient poems praising chrysanthemum must have grasped the characteristics of chrysanthemum, magnified and highlighted the quality of chrysanthemum, and touched people's hearts with tense language.

Tang Yuanzhen's poem Chrysanthemum

In autumn, the bushes are like pottery houses, and they are more and more inclined around the fence.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Cold Chrysanthemum by Zheng Sixiao in Southern Song Dynasty

Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.

It is better to hold incense on the branches and die than to fall in the north wind.

In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai traveled to Nanyang with his friends and made a special trip to Jutan to enjoy chrysanthemums, which triggered the lofty sentiments in the poem: "After crossing Jutan, the wine did not rest, and Huang Jinhua drowned."

It is really appropriate to list Tao Yuanming as the intimate friend of Chrysanthemum in Juck Zhang's Dream of Dreams. Tao Yuanming is a master who loves chrysanthemums, so that when he is mentioned, people will naturally think of his graceful charm of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". In fact, what can best show Tao Yuanming's true love for chrysanthemums is such a meaningful little chapter:

"Try sitting in the chrysanthemums beside the house on September 9th. I was full of chrysanthemums for a long time, and suddenly I sent wine to Hong, and I was drunk even after thinking about it. "

One is a poet who refuses to bend over to sing "Return to Frye" for those five buckets of rice, and the other is a wonderful flower that is almost independent in the wind in Liao Kuo's "Frosty Days"; One is a scholar who lives in seclusion in the countryside, and the other is an herb that "autumn wind does not dance with yellow leaves". People and flowers, flowers and people, the overlapping and flashback of the focus plane, it is no wonder that Mr. Jing Jie can be proud of Dong Xuan: "Although the cup is unique, the pot pours itself."

Singing chrysanthemums with words, the rebellious hero Huang Chao has The Last Chrysanthemum:

Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.

Zhu Yuanzhang's "Chrysanthemum" poem is full of domineering;

I don't send flowers when flowers bloom. If I do, I'll be scared to death.

To fight against the west wind, wear golden armor all over.

Fortunately, the evaluation of the ci chapter does not follow the criteria of winning or losing and thieves. Huang Chao's chrysanthemum poems have been told for a long time, while Zhu Yuanzhang's chrysanthemum poems are rarely mentioned if not through Zhu Yuanzhang's Biography.

Pinju

In Huang Chao's poems about chrysanthemums, there is also a sentence "If I am in Di Qing next year, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms", which is widely read. I don't know whether it's Huang Chao's imperial dream or the cold autumn's injustice to chrysanthemum. While the world praises chrysanthemums, it is the running chrysanthemum Ao Shuang that stands upright.

Cold-tolerant vegetation, in the final analysis, is nothing more than pine and cypress. Zi Kong said in a soothing tone: "When the cold comes and the summer goes, you will know that the pine and cypress are withered." For thousands of years, scholars have regarded the spirit of pine and cypress as an ethics, a sustenance, a symbol, an ideal unwilling to conform to the customs, and a spiritual support to maintain a unique quality. In nature, people, like vegetation, are governed by the laws of nature, and they can't escape from the palm of the "invisible hand" of nature. And there is only one way to distinguish yourself from others among all sentient beings, that is, to highlight and amplify your uniqueness. Chrysanthemums under severe frost and pines and cypresses in snow are just life under the guidance of natural selection and survival of the fittest. When peaches and plums are fragrant, some people accuse them of "frivolous peach blossoms chasing water", as if peach blossoms were snobs. However, the elegance of peaches and plums is only timely and spontaneous. Thin peaches and plums are heavy chrysanthemums, just as magpies love crows and hate crows, but it is just a habit at work.

It seems understandable that literati use pines, cypresses and chrysanthemums to set off and show their unusual qualities, but it is disgusting to go to extremes and mystify. Liu Ling's boast of "Bury me when I'm dead" and Xie An's pretentious composure all have elements of show, that is, Zhuang Zhou sang because of his wife's death, which is also a doubtful truth. Therefore, it is a secret that Chunlan Qiuju is in its proper place. A hundred years of life is just a moment. You can achieve inner peace by doing what you want. Just like "Visiting Dai on a Snowy Night"; "I came on impulse and came back in full swing. Why look?" ?

Go and have a cup of chrysanthemum wine. Savor carefully, and life is full of flavor.