The east wind is attentive, and the small peach branch is on first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info red and pink, delicate as drunk, leaning on Zhu Fei. Remember the year, the new makeup is hidden, the waterfront, the spring will be half, the clouds are warm, the inclined bridge turns, and the west of the city is clamped. The grass is soft and flat, the horses are weeping Yangdu, and the jade is neighing. Recognize the moth eyebrows and smile, and the face is thin and brushes the swallow fat. The embroiderer once peeped and hated.

Hand in hand, fragrant like mist, red with steps, complaining about late spring. Emaciation, who asks? Only the flowers know, and the tears are empty. In the old days, the swallow in front of the hall, and the smoke and rain, and flew again. People grow old, spring grows well, and dreams are good. The former Liu Lang, a little romantic, flowers should also be sad. But in the vast twilight, the eyes are broken Wuling Creek, and the past is difficult to trace.

- Han Yuanji, "Six States Song Head Peach Blossom"

"Liuzhou Song Head", this word plate is originally a propaganda song, and the tone is agitated and tragic, "not in the same family as glamorous words". And the Southern Song Dynasty lyricist Han Yuanji wants to go against the norm and use it to fill in the words, which are not only glamorous, but also beautiful, but also sad and frustrated, sympathetic and lingering, and full of moving hearts. Just like the peach blossom, in the fireworks and countryside, it is naturally suitable for IKEA, and when it comes to the martial arts master, a petal can also kill. The use of wonder, in one mind. The word card, like the landscape, is just a carrier, and it really depends on people's hearts. The person who fills in the words pours in the water, which is clear and gentle, and quenches thirst, and the wine that pours in, which is mellow and strong, can intoxicate. The same scenery, what kind of heart the person who looks at the scenery has, what kind of shape it will change, whether it is joy, sorrow, anger, resentment, all by people.

Han Yuanji's poem writes about peach blossoms, and also writes about love. Remember that year, her new makeup was beautiful, like a peach blossom, leaning on the Zhumen, blooming near the water, and the whole spring was vivid because of her. The clouds and the wind are warm, the horses are green and the poplars are smoking, and the blooming of the peach blossoms divides the season into two, half bright and half charming, like every moment spent with her. And now that the old place is revisited, the peach blossoms are blooming like mist on the branches, but the Yiren are no longer there. The double swallows in spring are flying, and the 100,000 pinks on the waterfront seem to him to be overshadowed, and they are sad to hear. In the vast twilight, he looked at the flowers and trees in the sky and wept, Qingqing, Qingqing, where are you? But like Ruan Zhao and Liu Chen in the Han Dynasty, when they went into the mountains to collect medicine and met fairies, they were left on the mountain by the fairies to live, and they have been in the mountains for months since then, and the world has been in the world for a hundred years? Or, is this a dream in itself, the one I met when I strayed into the paradise, and when I returned again, there was no way, there was no you, and I disappeared without a trace, as if I had never arrived?

A machine, peach blossom Mo on the try on new makeup. The wind is sunny and warm and weak, and on the weeping poplar branches, the warblers are crying, refusing to let people return.

Two machines, pedestrians immediately hesitated. The body and mind can't bear to pay lightly. Looking back and smiling, the flowers returned, only afraid of being known by the flowers.

How hateful, how romantic, as sad as an affair.

Folk singer Zhong Lifeng has a song "Sad Like an Affair", I looked for it and listened to it. A peach-like man, with the breath of spring and grass, some sunshine, some sadness, strange and familiar. The song is lazy and affectionate, and it speaks to itself like a white cloud. The accordion played slowly, like a flowing river around the village, with flowers blooming and fish jumping. And there is always a kissing temperature in the harmonica, a slight tide, a slight warmth, suitable for memories, suitable for listening, suitable for retrospection, suitable for imagination. It's good, it's true to be in tune with my current state of mind.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

This is Cui Hu's "Title Capital City Nanzhuang", a love story related to peach blossoms. Its original appearance is actually an affair.

Distant Datang. Clear and bright. Outside the south gate of the city. Cui Hu entered the peach forest in the spring light, and the peach blossoms of one tree after another bloomed extraordinarily sultry, making him wonder where he came from. There is a manor in the depths of the peach forest, and the courtyard is full of flowers and trees, which is very quiet. He felt a little thirsty, so he went and knocked at the door to ask for some water. At that moment, a young woman opened the door and invited him to sit down. The woman was born extremely delicate, and Cui Hu couldn't help but be moved, so he made a statement to tease her. During the conversation, the woman also had a good impression of him, and looked forward to it with affection. It was getting late, Cui Hu got up to say goodbye, and after returning to the city, he read poetry and books day and night, and there was no intersection. In the blink of an eye, it was another year of Qingming, and Cui Hu suddenly remembered the old things in Taolin, so he went out of the city to visit the woman. When I got there, I saw that the spring color of the Menting Manor was the same as before, but the gate was closed and no one was at home. Cui Hu thought about it for a while, and wrote a poem on the door, that is, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang", and then left gloomily. A few days later, Cui Hu returned to the peach forest, and the person who opened the door had been replaced by an old man, and when he explained his intentions, the old man informed: "You killed my daughter." Cui Hu was shocked, and when he heard the news, the old man said: "My daughter is an adult, well-read, and dignified, but she has not yet been married. It's just that since last year, I've been in a trance, if it's lost. A few days ago, I went out with her, and when I came back, I saw a poem inscribed on the door, so I couldn't afford to be sick, went on a hunger strike for several days, and was no longer alive. I'm old, I only have this one daughter, I wanted to find a reliable gentleman for her to entrust for life, but now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, how can I be embarrassed. And isn't this what you killed her? The old man finished speaking, and his grief was irrepressible. Cui Hu listened to regret and hatred, and went into the house to hug the woman's body and wept bitterly, and after a while, the woman opened her eyes and was resurrected. The old father was overjoyed, so he promised his daughter to Cui Hu.

Lovers eventually become married. Mingren Tang Xianzu said in the "Peony Pavilion Inscription": "I don't know what to do, and I go deep." The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who are born but cannot die, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not lovely. "This is not abrupt here." The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son of Yu Gui, Yi Qi ...... "Looking at the peach blossoms blooming in the spring breeze and thinking about the ending of this story, it seems that it is necessary to sing this ancient poem, like playing the wedding march today, sacred and solemn, with the meaning of life and life."

Look at the Qing Dynasty painter Yun Shouping's "Peach Blossom Picture". In the spring breeze, a peach blossom is like a quiet girl. Yun Lao's painting is indeed eye-catching, the painted flowers, with no bone method to find a new way, do not outline, directly with ink color rendering, that branch of peach, as if not born out of thin air without a foundation, handsome and beautiful, a little bit of shame and open, containing endless charm.

Zou Yigui, a Qing dynasty man, also painted "Peach Blossom Picture", with a clear and clean style, and won the style of Yun Shouping. But it's a little more enchanting. The peach branches are happy, growing upward, and the flowers are pressed to the branches, competing with a few peonies. The peony opens diagonally, and the petals are crystal clear, like a shadow. The peach blossoms are dotted with heavy powder, dyed with rouge at first glance, which is extremely coquettish, but it is natural. Legend has it that this volume of "Peach Blossom Picture" is Zou Yigui 79 years old painted by the age of 79, the paper is long and long, he holds a candle at night, and his wife prostrates on the ground, painting a total of 300 large and small peaches, the sky is not clear, has been completed. I think it must be the painter who has the charm of the grass and trees, and the natural age is gentle, rich and long-lasting.

The peach blossoms in the painting are as beautiful as a spring dream.

But the peach blossoms are clearly ordinary, seven Mo and nine Qian, the fields, you can meet everywhere. There are peach trees on my middle school campus, and when spring comes, the peach blossoms bloom so much that they are full of petals and the fragrance of the flowers swaying as if they can lift the classroom. At that time, I didn't know how to appreciate peach blossoms, and in my green and astringent heart, I would only look forward to it, the flowers bloomed, the flowers fell, and the trees were about to bear peaches. But spring passed, summer passed, and the flowers fell layer after layer, and there was still no movement on the branches. I asked the teacher and learned that those were peaches, and they were only willing to bloom and were not responsible for the fruits. Immediately realized, oh, so, so, it turned out that we students were afraid of stealing their mouths!

There are also many peach trees in my hometown. The old people said that the peach tree can ward off evil spirits. The old people also said that picking peach petals on the third day of the first month of March, with angelica, can make peach blossom wine, after opening the fragrance, the smell of the person will not fall. But what I remembered at this time was not the fragrance of peach blossom wine, but the fact that there was a girl in the village who was born handsome when she was a child, and her parents named her Peach Blossom. When she was a child, she took advantage of her parents to go out, and went into the jar to steal wine to eat, and she ate the sweet and sweet glutinous rice wine, and then she was drunk and fell on the side of the jar, and people were also drunk. early, it has developed, and its appearance is more and more pretty, but it is an idiot, his eyes are dull, he wears flowers on his head every day, and he laughs when he meets people. Many years later, I came home. Seeing her son sitting under the peach tree, doing his homework stroke by stroke, she picked the flowers, quietly stuffed them into his neck, and smiled innocently...... The peach blossoms above her head bloom so dryly.

However, the peach blossoms are really very beautiful and charming, like the little demon in the flowers, so beautiful that they are like an abyss, and they are so beautiful that they are almost harmful.

Peach Blossom Mo tried on new makeup. In front of the peach blossoms, what kind of beauty do you need so that you don't lose your color? I think of Xiao Wei in "Painted Skin". The scorching spring of peach blossoms, Wang Sheng's erotic encounter. Xiao Wei, who has just eaten people's hearts and maintained his human form, is like a pink peach, standing in front of him, pure and charming. But she doesn't want his life, she wants his love, and if she can't get it, she would rather grow old overnight and die in his arms. When the theme song sings, "What is your heart bewitched...... Look at the peach blossoms, what kind of results do they ......", my heart is still broken and rough, for Xiao Wei, but also for the peach blossoms, it hurts.

Bai Juyi wrote in the poem: The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

The peach blossoms of Jiangxi Dajue Temple are late blooming. Only those who open late feel precious and different enough. Deep mountains, ancient temples, wooden fish scriptures, dusk drums and morning bells. So in the place of Zen, a peach blossom is blooming delicately. When the peach blossoms bloom, time slows down. It's not red, it's not pink, it's its own color, peach blossom, red like a lure. The red is full of powder, like the essence of innocence in the bewitching. is both evil and good, yin and yang, which makes people unself-controlled. The moon is bright in the middle of the stream, a pillow of breeze, and the Buddha sits in the clouds. If anyone can use a peach blossom to save people, then it is the real Zen.

If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife. I just want to turn into a peach blossom, in the deep mountains, on the waterfront, in the trough of time, waiting for a scholar to come to the exam. I was open all day long, in solitude, with a mysterious smile, a lazy color, and an old scent. If you don't come, I won't wither. Because, only spring, only spring, can accommodate my 100,000 enchanting, only the peach of spring, can accommodate my previous life, that peach blossom-related, traceless, glamorous general sadness, sad general spring dream.

Peach Blossom Language: The Captive of Love. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )