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In summer, the most grand flower event is the lotus in the pond.
Yang Wanli said: " connects the lotus leaves in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."
Who doesn’t want to encounter a pool of blooming lotus flowers? It blooms so grandly and has a huge momentum, as if sweeping all the beauty, making people unable to help but sigh at the splendor and prosperity of life. What's more, the lotus wind is soft and the fragrance is swaying, which stirs people's hearts. The blooming of lotus is a feast in both vision and smell.
Time is ruthless and never waits for anyone. In the blink of an eye, the summer is gone, and the autumn is coming, and , white dew, has passed. Plants and trees are most sensitive to the progressive timing and changes in seasons. They cannot stand the cool breeze, the autumn frost comes, and the lotus flowers also go from prosperity to decline.
When passing by the lotus pond and stop to watch, the lotus flowers in autumn show a different scene. The leaves and flowers fade, like the beauty in the late twilight.
Yuan Dynasty poet Liu Yin, he wrote a poem " Autumn Lotus ". Through the distant old times, an autumn lotus is filled with a faint fragrance, and the green leaves are gone. When the river is clear and the moon is cold, it tells the rise and fall of all the rise and fall, and it is still so unique and unique, with an extremely beautiful artistic conception.
Li Shangyin said, "The bamboo dock has no dust and clear water, and the lovesickness passes far away from the city. The autumn shade does not dissipate the frost and flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain" . It was a graceful and elegant poem.
The poem describes the melancholy and melancholy of lovesickness and thoughts. In the passionate and annoying autumn, I listen to the rain in my spare time, but I also hear a different feeling.
The dripping rain fell on the lotus leaves, like big beads falling on the jade plate, the sound was crisp and rapid, as if hitting the heart, disturbing the tranquility of the heart lake, and the mood seemed even more lonely. A bit of desolate and sad charm is long and long.
and Li Shangyin's style are very different. Liu Yin wrote about lotus flowers, but he did not have the love of his children and was lingering. His poems about objects and scenery are written for himself. It is also written for the years. Feeling in life experiences, I will experience myself with an autumn lotus, and my deep feelings and implicit worries will flow slowly with every word and sentence.
Autumn Lotus
Yuan·Liu is
thin shadows are not ashamed,
The light fragrance is gone, who wants to understand?
cannot bear the green reduction red sales,
is even colder in the Jiang Qingyue.
I am going to be in the evening of the green house,
I don’t know that the white dew has fallen into the autumn wind.
The eyes of aging are still there,
Don’t put a boat and drink wine easily.
The poet Liu Yin has been smart since childhood. He knows literature and characters at the age of three, and learns to write poems at the age of six. At a young age, he had great ambitions and wrote at the age of fifteen, "How can a swan know about the ambitions of the sky?" It can be seen that he has lofty ambitions and hopes to achieve great things in the future.
Liu was very impressed by the four words "Silent to cultivate oneself", so he titled his residence " Retreat ", and himself was called " Retreat ", in order to firmly express his mind and ambition.
However, reality is often easy to shatter dreams. Throughout his life, Liu Yin had only had a brief experience in joining the North Korea. Shortly after entering the court, he resigned from office because his mother was sick. A year later, his mother passed away and he stayed at home to mourn. When he was ordered to enter the court, he refused because he was in poor health.
The ancestors had glorious years, but by Liu Yin's generation, the family business was declining and the situation was in a difficult situation. So how did he make a living?
Zheng Banqiao once wrote in " Dao Love ": "Once you have a dream of spring, it is better to be a remote alley in Pengmen, teach a few, and be a little child."
Liu Yin, a scholar, naturally chose the path of literature, such as teaching. In my spare time, I write and write articles to save my life.
While opening the school to recruit students, he teaches and answers questions. Still living in poverty. Fortunately, all literati are content with poverty and do not suffer. What is most unbearable is the successive death of relatives. That is the pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Things change, life is impermanent. The blow to him by separation from life and death was particularly heavy.
The parents died early.The two sisters also died early. After the age of forty, I was happy to have a noble son. But unfortunately died. This made him white all night. The precious blood and family affection in the world is like being blown away by a gust of autumn wind, and he feels a sense of coldness in his heart.
When he was forty-five years old, the court invited him to become an official again. Unfortunately, he has become ill this year and is terminally ill. Soon after, he followed his relatives to another world.
Liu Yin's bad luck makes people sigh. The poems he left us have never been dusted by the years. Let us return to the poem "Autumn Lotus". Let’s appreciate its general meaning together.
An autumn lotus, its slender figure, graceful and difficult to control itself. The fragrance is vague and elegant, who knows its emotions?
has lost red and lost green, and the worries have damaged their appearance. It's even more cold and deserted autumn, the wind and the moon are cold.
The autumn wind blows bitterly, and it is already cold and bleak as soon as the white dew season is coming. The strong wind destroys the only remaining lotus pods .
The old eyes are dim and hazy, and you can see the rise and fall of the world, and gather and disperse. It’s better to drive a small boat, enjoy the flowers and view the scenery, and pour out all the wine in your glass.
Life is short, like a long sigh.
May we cherish the future and the people around us. Don't miss every bit of beauty and emotion. Give all your strength and love this world gently. When you rush toward your future, don’t forget to appreciate the scenery of your journey in life.
Be grateful for those encounters. It may be the throbbing of a flower, its blooming and withering, which is worth noting; it may also be a person's kindness, and his (her) sincere care and heartfelt help are worth remembering.
The cool autumn breeze blows away the fallen leaves, blows down the flowers, and blows through all things in the world. May our hearts remain warm and touching.
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