I like this song "Dark Fragrance", which is known as the perfect song for eternal beauty.It is not only because of the elegant and vulgar, dreamlike artistic conception in the words, but also because of my preference for plum blossoms.I love Mei, her cold rhyme and bingjie, and her aloofness.It seems that all memories start from Mei; it seems that all stories start from Mei.And I, the girl who was born for plum, moved from the thousand-year-old water bank to the deep courtyard.The plum branches are still vicissitudes, and the petals are as clean and elegant as ever.As if nothing had changed, I didn't have to pretend to be nostalgic, mourning myself with seriousness.Because, plum blossoms are still there, and I am plum blossoms.
In fact, the song called, after thousands of years of cloud and water flow, has already changed the original rhythm, but no one knows.Maybe everyone understands it, but they just can't bear to say it, fearing that their unintentional words will expose that beautiful lie.We always attribute our faults to ignorance, thinking that we can maintain the former beauty by covering up the wounds.But I don't know that life is like a plum tree, which needs to be pruned all the way, blooming and falling, in order to be more perfect.Under the clear moonlight, there is no need to search for anything, the plum blossom has left the branch, and the faint fragrance fills the whole sky.
For a wish, I am willing to be a plum, reincarnation in the cold season, without a word of complaint.Jiang Kui also loved plums, and wrote the famous "Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadows" when he visited Fan Chengda's Shihu in the snow.Zhang Yan said in "Etymology": "The Fumei of poetry is only a couplet of Lin and Jing (referring to 'sparse shadows, horizontal slanting, clear water, dark fragrance, floating moon and dusk'). The world is not without poetry, and it is impossible to match it. Drive the ears. The plums in the poems are only Jiang Baishi's "Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadows". The wandering life experience and the ups and downs of honor and disgrace reside in a plum blossom, let the plum blossom use her ethereal and pure to dust off the dust in the heart.
When our youth goes by little by little, we always blame time for being ruthless, and never ask how much affection we give to time.In fact, we can look at time with cold eyes, without disturbing each other. "In the old days, how many times did the moon shine on me, playing the flute beside the plum blossom? Arouse the jade man, regardless of the coldness and climbing. He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten it. The spring breeze." He thought of the old moon, and thought of himself in the moonlight. Next, the shadow of Mei playing the flute.Like smoke, the past surged into my heart, and the sound of the flute aroused the beauty, and climbed and folded plum blossoms with him, regardless of the coldness in the snow.But this year I am so old that I can only rely on memories to miss the spring breeze of the year.The tenderness in the past, and the loneliness now, is it because I have left out plum blossoms, or has plum blossoms left me cold?
"But it's strange that there are few flowers outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao banquet." Outside the bamboo forest, the scattered plum blossoms diffuse the cool and delicate fragrance into a gorgeous banquet.People of his age were already indifferent to the flowering period, but the cold fragrance of plum blossoms stirred his calm heart again.He thought of the beautiful woman who folded plum blossoms, even if he could still play the flute from back then, he still couldn't call out the beautiful figure of the beautiful man.When he blamed plum blossoms for being sentimental, he didn't know that his words also disturbed the hearts of readers.A poet with exquisite diction is like a wizard with superb magic power. With his witchcraft, he first confuses himself and then confuses others.Those who have been infected by Gu are trapped in an illusion, and no one can easily get out.
"Jiangguo, it's still. Sigh and the road is far away, and the snow is just accumulating at night." At this time, the Jiangnan water town is so quiet that it seems that the sound of snow falling on the ice lake can be heard, and in an instant, it turns into a Clear cold water of the lake.At this time, Jiang Baishi just wanted to take a plum blossom and send it to the beautiful woman, telling her of his lovesickness.But the mountains are long and the rivers are far away, and the ground is covered with snow, so he can't find a way to find her.I can only hold up the wine glass, drink alone under the moon, and shed sad tears facing the plum blossoms. "The red calyx is speechless and remembers each other", the poet and the plum blossom looked at each other speechlessly, because they had the same lovesickness, and even Han Mei recalled the scene of the pair of lovers admiring the plum blossoms in the snow holding hands.It even gave birth to a desire to be picked. It would rather be folded back under the cold window and put in a blue vase for them to watch elegantly than to bloom quietly by the West Lake and form a pair with its own shadow.
Before I have time to express my wish, the flowering period is so short, and the cold plum that is not afraid of frost and snow cannot withstand a gust of breeze.Under the cold moon, petals withered with the wind, floating in the clear water of the West Lake, the beauty is brilliant and tragic.Jiang Kui looked at the falling flowers drifting along the water, and felt that he was so powerless, unable to delay her flowering period, unable to hold back his own years, and even less able to convey his deep thoughts to the beautiful woman in the distance.He didn't make any vows to the plum blossoms. Looking at the falling plum blossoms, he even asked himself whether he really loved the girl who looked like a plum blossom, or the plum blossom.
I think of Lin Hejing of Mei Wife and Hezi. His infatuation with plum blossoms may surpass that of Jiang Kui.In other words, his plum wife is also an excuse. In the depths of his reclusive heart, there is still an unfinished relationship. He once made a plum blossom promise with a woman who looked like a plum blossom.But because of unintentional misses in reality, they can't stay together, just like Jiang Kui, because of his downfall, he can't give the beauty a life of stability, so he would rather bear the burden of lovesickness and wander around the world.
I don't know if the woman he misses this time is the same person as the woman he misses in "Two Places of Meditation, Each Knowing".But I understand that, whether it is or not, he has not betrayed.There is no rule that you can only love one person in your life, and you can only make one kind of mistake in your life. In the face of true love, we are all weak.So there is no need to defend yourself, choosing love means losing half of yourself.Beside the falling snowflakes, Acacia always makes him weep quietly. He tells Meihua that he is an old man, as if he is qualified enough to tell the past with Meihua.
His whole life has indeed never been stable, even after his death, he has no money for burial.It was a friend who buried him in the stable in Qiantang. There is a coffin, a pile of grave soil, and there should be a plum tree.He did it, and he would rather be in love for the rest of his life than bear the burden of his beauty.In this world, there are countless people who love plums.I don't know how long the relationship between me and plum blossoms can last.Let me ask, who is the real master of the plum blossom in the vast crowd?
