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The woman and aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms, and the gardenia in the atrium was idle.

——Wang Jian, "Rain Over the Mountain Village"

I like this poem by Tang Wang Jian. There is a full poetry of the mountain village, idle, watery, like the fragrance of gardenias blooming after the rain, simple and quiet, very earthly, and makes people feel at ease.

"Compendium of Materia Medica" records: 卮, wine vessels also, 卮子象之, hence the name, commonly known as gardenia.

I'm a fan of this explanation. Gardenia, is the glutinous rice wine blooming in the countryside, take a sip slightly, the joy of the harvest of grains all over the mountains and fields, also intoxicating, but also pleasant. The rooster is barking and the dog is barking, the green mountain bamboo stream, the village after the rain, Qingyang Moshang, the flower girl who walks by the silkworm, the thin waist, and the smoke is like a smoke.

But gardenias are fat. He also loves rain.

Han Yu said: Ascend to the hall and sit on the new rain feet, and the plantain leaves are big gardenia fat.

The leaves of the gardenia are fat, the petals are fat, and the fragrance is fat. In the fragrance of flowers, the sun is fat, the rain is fat, and the seasons are fat.

In the early summer of the southern country, in the long alleys in the early morning, you can often see old people selling gardenias. The old basket is lined with an old blue calico, and the bright gardenias are clustered on the cloth one by one, dipped in the fresh rain at night and the old man's old smile, giving birth to a refreshing and moist atmosphere, quiet and auspicious, which makes people fascinated.

That kind of gardenia, one dollar can buy several branches, budding, open, fat white, with a clean childishness, hairpin on the head, but gratuitously moving. Walking on the road, you can also lean over to take a picture against a pool of clear stagnant water, and there are thousands of styles in your eyes. Buy a handful and keep it in a water bottle, and immediately fill the room, like being in a cool and quiet painting hall, the May wind winds from the window, smelling a full fragrance, like a return to consciousness. When I arrived at a certain era and place, my thoughts were soft, entangled and soaked in old things, so tender that I couldn't bear to touch them, and I was too lazy to turn over.

But I still want to borrow a little feelings and sentiment from the ancients.

Li Shi, a Song man, has a poem "Pounding Lianzi": waist bundle, sideburns and crows. The ruthless smile is still drunk. Fan obliquely, glimpse some. The double phoenix is small, and the jade hairpin is oblique. Hibiscus shirt lotus flower yarn. Wear a branch, a stalk.

Xue Bu is the gardenia, also known as the gardenia. It is said that the seed of gardenia comes from Tianzhu, this flower is white and self-sustaining, there is a fragrance that can clear the void and calm the air, and it is the wonderful fragrance of Zen.

Look, she has a lotus flower in her heart, but her face is full of country and city. That kind of style, in the Song Dynasty? The light wealth and the Zen style are all winding and boundless. The fan is oblique, the jade hairpin is oblique, the flower branch is oblique, and a look flies obliquely, where can I parry, even the tip of my heart trembles......

The ancients were also particular about raising flowers, unlike me who used a simple glass bottle to fill a light tap water, and I was as heartless as my people, and I could see through my mind at a glance.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, Han Shu wrote "Xuan Window Herb, Bottle Immersion is Great": "The copper kettle is more soaked in new herbs, and the incense is between the curtains and paintings." "After the gardenia is broken, the roots are crushed with a mallet, rubbed with salt, and the flowers are first put into the water. Amber copper kettle, the bottom of the pot is engraved with fresh swimming fish with flower branches, and then in the pot is filled with three points of cyan skylight, seven minutes of early summer eaves rain, bar, bar...... The fragrance of flowers is like water and moon, bead curtains, the sound of dripping in the room, such a book, reading in the eyes, every word is exquisite, cool and full.

Actually, I was looking forward to it

It's just a moment

I never asked for it, you give it to me

Your whole life

If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias

Meet you, if you can

Deeply loved once and then parted

Well, for a long life

No, it's just, it's just

When looking back

That short moment

Xi Murong's "Hope". About youth, about encounters, about parting. The temperature of early summer, the joys and sorrows of love, the hillside full of gardenias, the young man in white clothes, and the yellowing time that is fading away. Looking back, the nearby mountains and distant years were all so profligate ...... The fragrance of the poems exudes such a bewildering taste, a small beauty, a small sadness, a fine, a bright and extinguished, a wriggling ...... All peacefully accept a statement and remembrance, in a certain ancient dynasty where the gardenia blooms, like a wonderful bewitchment.

It has to do with love.

Peach roots and peach leaves, a tree fragrant together. Spring arrives in March and February in Jiangnan. Lost owner butterfly.

Diligence to take Qingyang. The flowers before the wind are low. With me with the same heart gardenia, repay the king with a hundred knots of cloves.

Zhao Yanduan's "Qingping Le" by the Song Dynasty is also written with low eyebrows and deep grace, and in the low chanting and shallow singing, it carries the feminine and beautiful beauty of the twilight spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wind flowers are like complaints.

The subtitle is "Gift to the Table". Where is the feast? The peach blossoms have thanked the butterflies, and now the gardenia with the same heart is blooming again...... Qing Song and Man dance, the song and the water flow, this gorgeous feast, will it wither when it is in full bloom...... Fold a gardenia, a six-petal concentric white gardenia, hairpin on your clothes, you naturally understand the heart of the slave.

The affection on the feast usually does not need too much elaboration, all the exposition is in this song, all in this floral fragrance. Know how to bloom like a flower. This kind of love, so beautiful that it is not noisy at all, it is a deep stream and quiet, even if the stars and men are turbulent in the heart, it looks like the mountains and rivers are auspicious, simple and peaceful.

The first poem written about the concentricity of gardenias was a poem by Liu Lingxian, a female poet of the Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty:

Although the rain leaves are gifts, friendship will never be caused.

Where to hate with one heart, gardenia is the most important thing.

The person who gave this poem to her was a woman named Xie Niang. The expression is only sisterhood, like a gardenia blooming, the time of no guessing, through the sunny curtain of the quiet courtyard, it is still strange and audible.

Liu Lingxian is the sister of Liu Xiaoxuan, a writer of the Liang Dynasty of the Southern Dynasty, and the wife of Xu Yu. A native of Xuzhou, Jiangsu, his poems have a bold style and beautiful language, and he is known as Liu Sanniang. Before the Tang Dynasty, the Northern and Southern Dynasties won the atmosphere of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and the literary style was influenced by folk songs, which was extremely expansive, and the expression of feelings was also a grand expansiveness.

For example, when her husband is out of the house, she writes poems and sings harmony with her, and she is quiet and resentful, and she is pitiful: the sunset renews her makeup, and the curtain is open to the spring tree. Singing orioles dancing in the leaves, playing butterflies and flowers. Tuning the piano should be happy, but I am not happy.

Another example is her "Light House Temple": the long corridor is pleasing to the eyes, and the wide hall is happy. In the music room, there was no voice.

It's bold, it's fragrant. Go to the ancient temple in the deep mountains to burn incense, and flirt with the young and handsome monk on the long corridor and the wide hall. How ambiguous is the secluded curved room...... Wearing a plain gardenia, Zen like a flower fragrance splashing everywhere, looking back and smiling sideburns, but it is like a thousand-year-old goblin possessed.

I also like Rene Liu's "Later".

"Gardenias, white petals, fall on my blue pleated skirt. Love you, you whispered, I lowered my head and smelled a fragrance. ”

The lyrics are very clean, similar to Rene Liu's breath.

Gardenias, white petals.

Poetry and words, so fragrant. We can't help but indulge in it over and over again, trying to deduce the flow of time, trying to know what kind of clues those increasingly precipitated feelings have had.

But it's just beautiful in vain. That's a mystery set up by the years.

In the quiet night, listening to her soft and affectionate, singing and singing, you will smell the fragrance of gardenia as soon as you look down in the season when there are no gardenias. The fragrance that comes from the story, blooming with a soft cloud-white color, runs through the world and all kinds of emotions like a snow-covered soul and the wind......

Then, half for time, half for oblivion.

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