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The melancholy spring can't be stayed, and the wisteria flowers are gradually dusk.

- Bai Juyi, "March 30th Inscription of the Temple of Mercy and Grace"

The first time I saw Wisteria, I felt that this name was suitable for being born in Qiong Yao's novel.

Not like a flower, it makes people feel pitiful throughout, it is not like a tree, it is born to be reassuring, it is a vine, life is full of entanglement and attachment, like a hard-working woman, the whole life is for a love to live...... The white face, the slender eyebrows and eyes, the heart lives with thick joys and sorrows, when it encounters wind and rain, it reminds of the past, the thin body leans against the wooden lattice window, tears fall, and the wisteria outside the window also falls......

Purple is noble and auspicious. It represents power and calmness, and has a deep and decisive temperament, which is difficult for ordinary people to control. Wisteria is very easy to get close to, the purple on its body, at the bottom of the petals will be white, that white, is a gentle transition, adding artistic conception, but not to make the whole purple intense aggressive. Bunches of flowers, hanging on the vines, like tassels, rippling in the wind, beautiful soft and ethereal, with heartbeat and fantasy, as well as a faint and resentful love temperament.

And wisteria, there really is a legend about love.

According to legend, I don't know which dynasty and which generation, there is a young lady from a big family, named Xiaozi, who was raised in the boudoir, and when she reached the age of Huaichun, she wanted a relationship. After Xiaozi finished learning female red every day, she would look at the sky outside the window, imagine the appearance of love, and pray in her heart over and over again that the red-clothed old man in the sky could give him a handsome and elegant young man. Yue Lao was moved by Xiao Zi's piety, and dreamed of her at night: "Next spring, on the third day of March, you go to the grove in the back mountain, if you meet a man in white, you will get what you want." ”

So, Xiao Zi waited day by day, and finally arrived at the season of spring breeze to break the ice. On March 3, she secretly went up the mountain alone as promised, and waited from early morning to dusk, but the man in white still did not appear. When she left disappointed, she was bitten on the foot by a poisonous snake on the mountain, and the poison soon set in, and she fainted in the grass. When Xiao Zi woke up, she found herself lying in the arms of a strange man, and he was dressed in white. It turned out that the man went up the mountain to collect medicine, and met Xiao Zi, who was bitten by a poisonous snake, he helped her suck out the venom, applied herbs, and carried her back to his home.

Later, as Yue Lao said, he was her affection, and they fell in love deeply. It's just that the man in white comes from a poor family, and their love has been strongly opposed by Xiaozi's parents. Her parents even made it to her marry someone else, an idle child. In the end, it led to two people who loved each other jumping off the cliff to be martyred, and after death, they turned into green trees and green vines, and the rattan was born wrapped around the tree, and the flowers fell every spring, purple with white, bright like clouds, and it was a wisteria flower.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. As soon as love is whitewashed by mythology, it has the effect of shocking the heavens and the earth.

Huang Yueyuan's "Book of Flowers" recorded: "The wisteria edge is on the tree, the vines are fibrous, and the tree is connected, and the bending and winding of the tree is like a dragon haunting the waves." Blooms in mid-spring. This passage is really unique, like a slender and sharp needle, a prick will pierce the soul of wisteria, the vicissitudes of life, all subverted by a word, so sharp, so amazing.

Bai Juyi's sentence "I can't stay in the melancholy spring, and the wisteria flowers are gradually dusk" is also amazing.

All the melancholy of spring, through the sound of a falling flower falling to the ground, is all alive in the dusk. A sigh in my heart, stretched infinitely, like a shadow, light and fluttering, with no end and no way back...... Like a discrete in love.

The tears in the eyes are cold, and he turns back every time he passes through a high place.

Knowing that after saying goodbye to the west floor, you should worry alone by the railing.

This is Bai Juyi's "Ji Xiang Ling". A tribute to love. Every word is the smell of parting, no matter where you sniff it, it is gloomy.

When Bai Juyi was a teenager, he moved with his mother to Xuzhou, where his father was an official, because he avoided the war in his hometown. In Fuli, Xuzhou, he met Xiangling, a woman in the east. Xiangling Xiaobai Juyi is four years old, handsome and intelligent, they have similar temperaments and follow each other. You read poems for me, I sing songs for you, and your feelings are like plants in the spring breeze, growing day and night.

If you can indulge in it, you are only willing to cover the flowing time and youth in the heart of the flower carving, and cherish it for a hundred years and thousands of years.

"Wan Ting is fifteen victories over heavenly immortals, and Chang'e is a dry land lotus in the daytime. Where to teach parrot language, embroidery in front of the bed under the blue screen window. ”

For her, he wrote about the green fifteen years, flowers and trees and birds chirping, time leaked a window of tranquility, he looked at her in his eyes, full of joy and tenderness. At that time, where did you understand what parting was and what pain was?

Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling have been in love for many years, but they can't achieve positive results. Their love was resolutely opposed by Bai Juyi's mother: the Bai family is noble, how can she marry a peasant girl? Under his mother's obstruction, Bai Juyi was forced to separate from Xiangling. It wasn't until he was thirty-seven years old that his mother forced him to die again, and he took the sister of his colleague Yang Rushi as his wife. Seven years later, on the way to Bai Juyi's wrongful deposition, he met the wandering Xiangling father and daughter, and couldn't help but burst into tears and broke his liver and intestines......

Is it a shallow fate, a thin blessing, or a little less persistence, so that this relationship ends up with this hatred endlessly? Alone sorrow, alone to bear. No matter how poignant and amazing the poems are, they can't redeem a love and redeem a heart. The persistence in love is not to look back frequently at a high place, but to stand in place and wait, pave the way with a resolute gaze, and then tell her, lover, I am here.

The road of love is bumpy, like vines growing in the wind and rain, only steadfastness is the warm and fragrant flowers. As sung in a folk song: Lianlian, you and I have agreed for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he shall wait three years on the bridge.

"I am willing to be a distant beast, walking side by side. I am willing to be a tree in the deep mountains, and the branches are connected with the trees. ”

In vain, it is like a beautiful flower, and it can't withstand the years like water...... Goodbye then, even if she still wants to be his vine, and he is no longer her tree.

Looking at a picture of "Wisteria Fish Algae", the mood can be soothed. This picture is painted by Xue Susu, a talented woman in the Ming Dynasty, the pen and ink are as beautiful as the wind, moistened by the water veins in the south of the Yangtze River, it is really a cloud fireworks, and the heart is red. It is similar to the artistic conception in Li Bai's poems: wisteria hangs on cloud trees, and flowers and vines are suitable for spring. Dense leaves hidden singing birds, fragrant wind to stay beautiful.

Under the wisteria trellis of spring, time is like a soft breath. If there is wind, the wind is also a beautiful fragrance, blowing on the face, sweeping the moth eyebrows, just like a curtain of dreams, with lilac wanton and cool. In the painting, wisteria bunches are bouquet, bells are shaking in the wind, and the petals fall into the water, provoking a few goldfish to swim and delight, completely ignoring human affairs.

Looking at the wisteria again, there is no obsession with resentment, no melancholy that cannot be left behind in spring, and no sorrow that is alone by the railing...... Some of them are their own souls, which open and fall freely.

It's really good.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects should be the living method of flowers, birds, fish and insects. Dust is in the dust, soil is in the soil, and flowers are in the heartless. There is nothing better in the world than a person who is properly placed and lives for himself.

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