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The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly knows how to break the soul.

Fortunately, there is a slight groan, and there is no need for a gold bottle of sandalwood.

This is the Northern Song Dynasty hermit Lin Kui's "Mountain Garden Xiaomei".

My favorite is one of the sentences - the shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

Shadowing. Dark incense. A few branches are oblique, and they are clear. The window lattice at dusk is opened, and the plum branches outside the window screen the moon shadow, vaguely hidden. Mei, just like the beauty under the forest, is on the water and moon, expressing her feelings with the mountains and the wind. is so slight, no song and no idiot, no wine and drunk.

seems to have this sentence, and the sentences that have written Mei in the past thousands of years are negligible.

Lin Kui's plum blossoms are in the mountain garden. So he stayed away from the hustle and bustle, opened more and more shallowly, broke his soul more and more, and became more and more like Zen and Taoism...... Opened to the world.

Like their owners.

There is a legend about Lin Kui, "Plum Wife Crane".

Legend has it that Mr. Lin Kui was studious when he was a child, and when he became an adult, he was well versed in the history of the world. But he has a lonely temperament, likes to be tranquil, and does not seek glory and profit. Song Zhenzong heard his name, gave Su silk, and told the prefecture and county to save it. Although Lin Kui is grateful, he is not proud of it. From time to time, some people persuaded him to come out, but he was politely declined. And self-proclaimed: My ambition is suitable, not a family, not fame and wealth, I only feel that the green mountains and green waters are suitable for me.

Mountains and rivers do not need to be bought for his wealth, his beauty, and his breeze and moon.

In the early years, Lin Kui boated on the five lakes, roamed between the Jianghuai River, and lived in seclusion in the West Lake of Hangzhou after middle age, and settled in the lonely mountain. On the lonely mountain, he planted plum trees, raised cranes, regarded plums as his wife, and regarded cranes as sons. Lin Kui also often travels by boat, going back and forth to the temples in the lake, and talking about scriptures and singing with monks and poets. If a guest arrives, the boy flies the crane, and Lin Kui returns when he sees the crane.

"When you fish in the creek, you can get the fish in the creek, and you can rest in the shade of flowers", Lin Kui recorded his secluded life in poetry. Such a day, in the eyes of others, is really no different from an immortal.

It is said that among the elegant people who wrote poems and sang harmony with Lin Kui, there were Fan Zhongyan, Mei Yaochen, as well as Wang Sui, the prime minister of the dynasty, and Xue Ying, the county guard of Hangzhou. Wang Sui and Xue Ying respected Lin Kui even more, and loved his poems very much, and often went to the lonely mountain to pay him poems, talked all day long, and gave money to build a mountain house for him. But Lin Kui's poems never remained, and they were all discarded as they pleased. He was asked, "Why don't you record it for posterity?" But he said, "I am content among the forests and ravines, and I do not want to be famous for poetry, let alone the things of the Hereafter?" ”

Fortunately, there are more than 300 songs that have been handed down. This song "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" is one of them.

Some people also said that the truth about Lin Kui's "plum wife and crane" is actually not all due to his temperament.

After Lin Kui's death, the Song dynasty crossed to the south, and Hangzhou became the land of Gyeonggi. The imperial court ordered the construction of a royal temple on the lonely mountain, and the original mansions on the mountain were completely moved out, but Lin Kui's tomb was left alone. Later generations speculated, either because of Lin Kui's name, or because he touched Feng Shui, but this point has been impossible to delve into.

Time passed, after the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, some tomb robbers dug up Lin Kui's grave, and there was only a duan inkstone and a hosta for the burial. Duan Yan is Lin Kui's own thing before his death, but what about the legendary hosta? It is clearly a woman's ornament, and it makes him fall in love with life and death, who will it own, and what is the origin? This inevitably leaves a difficult question for future generations.

As a result, some people speculated about the real reason why Lin Kui chose to retreat when he was young. Perhaps, in another of his poems that seems to be "idle love", he vaguely confided his heart:

Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing. The green mountains on both sides of the strait greet each other, who knows the parting feelings?

The king is in tears, and the concubine is in tears. Luo belt concentric knot has not been completed, and the tide of the river has been flat.

"Sauvignon Blanc", acacia is long. He should have had a period of divorce. So much so that he swore not to marry, discouraged from his career, and used the Yunshui Zen heart among the green mountains and plum forests to choose to be alienated from the world, from the official career, and from love, and to be proud of the snow.

I searched the Internet for pictures of Lin Kui. Seeing a volume of "Lin Kui Carrying a Crane" painted by the Qing people, the breath of immortal Dao came to my nose. It was a perfect match for the conjecture in my head.

in the scroll. Lin Kui sat under the plum tree, and the plum above his head bloomed proudly in the snow, and his posture was extremely prosperous. The branches are thin and strong, and the plum blossoms are spitting, which is the fragrance from the bones of the plum tree. Look at the Lin Kui again, dressed in thin white, lying on the side with the fragrance of flowers, holding the roll in the hand, and the finger joints are clear. He looked at the crane with a gentle expression, very lonely and very satisfied. The crane, extremely ethereal, with a pair of thin feet, supported in the sparkling water, shining in the wind, and the demeanor is strange. Looking back at the master, his eyes are in love, slender as silk......

Lin Kui is not only good at poetry, but also works and walks grass. His calligraphy, thin and vigorous, light and flying, like his poems, lonely and turbulent, very windy. Huang Tingjian called it "Gao Sheng", looking at its words, it has the effect of healing without medicine and being full without eating. I found one on the Internet, looking at it through the screen, there is still a magnificent sweetness in the heart, such as the flying spring zigzag and broken wall, the edge is also relaxed, but also sharp, through the air and eyes, gently split the green through the clouds, the paper is fragrant.

I sighed at this rare place, words, poems, and people are all the same solitude, the same sparse shadows.

Gong Zizhen wrote in his "Notes on the Sick Plum Pavilion": Mei is beautiful with music, and straight is not postureous; Take the beauty as the beauty, and there is no scenery in the right way; Sparse is beautiful, and dense is stateless.

Delete the complex and simplify, sparse and wide, such as the realm of blank space, such as the dark fragrance of plum in nowhere to be found. It's hard to find.

The rarer it is, the harder it is to write. Writing this Mei, I really felt weak for a while.

Li Qingzhao also loves Mei. And when she wrote the lyrics "Lonely Goose", she had already written: The world makes plum words, and the pen is vulgar. Try to write an article, but you know that the preface is not presumptuous.

The rattan bed paper tent rises to sleep, and there is no end to it. Shen Xiangxiang broke the jade furnace cold, and accompanied me like water. The flute sounded three times, Mei's heart was shocked, how much spring affection.

The light wind and rain are sluggish, and they are urging down and a thousand lines of tears. The man goes to the empty jade building, who does the intestine break and lean on? A branch is broken, and there is no one in the world and heaven who can send it.

Li Qingzhao should have written this poem in his later years. At that time, her home and country were not there, she was a melancholy guest, and she was a heartbroken person. In these words, there is a coldness that cannot be hidden. Even if it is the early spring when plum blossoms bloom, there is also an atmosphere of autumn twilight that cannot be hidden.

Who is blowing "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms" and breaking the heart of spring?

"Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms" is also known as "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms". The song "Three Plum Blossoms" in "Golden Vase Plum" is "the sound of cracked stones and flowing clouds at the end", a song of three stacks, loud and low, and swimming, which is so beautiful that it is sad and tearing. How can you not be alarmed?

The Taoist repaid the mandarin duck debt, and the paper tent plum blossom was drunk and idle.

In this situation, I can send a branch to send, and there is no plum appreciator. She and him, once under the plum tree, a total of gold, drinking green ants, jade thin and fragrant, with the green curtain of the railing low roll, intoxicated with the bright moon and exquisite. And now, it is no longer the heaven on earth. I can no longer be warmed by the golden beast of Rui Brain, and I can't blow the flute with Yiyulou. The wind and rain are bleak, laughing at me and crying. Only the bright moon shines on the rattan bed, and the night is as cold as water.

Only scattered, lonely, only alienated.

At that time, the plum blossoms in front of Li Qingzhao seemed to have become an image of her loneliness like jade. The melancholy skinny bones have always been haunted by ice and snow, blooming and desolate on the sparse branches......

Suddenly, I thought of Zhang Dai's description of the woman's sentence: loneliness is in the eyebrows, affection is in the eyelashes, and interpretation is in the smoke and flattery.

It was a desolate charm, so beautiful that it was sad.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", there is a time when it is "white snow and red plums in the glass world". It is written that Xue Baoqin is standing on the hillside in a beautiful fur and waiting, and a girl is holding a bottle of red plum begging from Miaoyu, lined behind her. Jia Muxi smiled and said: "Look, this hillside is matched with his character, this dress, and this plum blossom behind it, what does it look like?" Everyone laughed and said: "It's like Qiu Shizhou's "Double Yan Picture" hanging in the old lady's house." ”

Qiu Shizhou's ladies are all radiant, beautiful and elegant, really gorgeous.

People say that this time is a foreshadowing laid by Cao Gong, implying that in the end, only Baoqin has a unique fate, and the world in the Grand View Garden is all in a vast land, and it is really clean.

Knowing the ending, I looked back at this chapter, looking at the red plum, I only felt that it was as red as blood, so beautiful that it was so beautiful, fragrant as a sharp knife, and the pen and pen were all fragrant and cold, and gorgeous and desolate.

In the Qing Dynasty, Gu Zhenguan sent a letter to Nalan Rongruo, writing about Jiangnan Mei, and the pen was: A piece of cold incense only has a dream, very thin and no poetry.

is so lonely and cold, Nalan knows it. Knowing how beautiful it is to the extreme, it becomes a dream, and it becomes an unattainable wind and moon, even if you are exhausted, you can't paint its look. is cold to the extreme, it is heartache, it is speechless.

That year, I watched plum blossoms at the foot of Yuelu Mountain. It's a warm spring, and the sun is surprisingly good. At the foot of the mountain, the stream flows into a small pond. There is a wind, rippling spring like a line, and the flower shadow moves the spring branches. A few plum blossoms, leaving an ancient reflection. I surrounded the plum tree, the surface was not moving, but my heart was undulating, and I was as surprised as I was reunited after a long absence. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, it is like an illusion, and it refuses to fade away for a long time.

What posture did Princess Shouyang use to lie on the palace steps, letting the plum blossoms in the wind fall on her silky and smooth forehead? The enchanting plum blossom makeup through the ages amazed a page of history.

I can't help but stay under the tree for a long time.

I think that during the opening of the Sui Dynasty, a man named Zhao Shixiong traveled to Luofu Mountain, and in the inn on a winter night, he dreamed of a beautiful and refined woman, full of fragrance, and extremely gentle words, drinking and chatting with him. There was also a boy in green, singing and dancing lightly, and he was very happy. In the second half of the night, Zhao Shixiong fell asleep in a drunken state. The next day, when the day was about to dawn, he woke up to find himself sleeping under a large plum tree with kingfisher birds singing. It turned out that the woman in the dream was the plum blossom fairy, and the boy in green was the kingfisher, and at this time, the moonlight was shining, the stars were slanting, the dream had disappeared, and Zhao Shixiong was melancholy at the night.

This story is also a bit romantic.

People love this story as much as they love plum blossoms. Many years later, I can still sniff out some charming clues of the past from the many literati inkblots: "A cut of plum blossoms is delicate." Diagonally insert plum branches, slightly on the tips of the eyebrows. Light smile dance low back, what to respect, clap hands. The night is getting cold, and the wine is getting gone. When I heard the jade chuan in the sleeve, I knocked it. Who is in the head of the city to promote the remnants, what is the silver leakage, and the Ming Dynasty is slow to ......"

The wind blows. Shadowing. Dark incense. It's so real and within reach.

In the vast mountains, there is no snow to tread. Sitting on the bluestone, smelling the fragrance of flowers, watching Orange Island lying in Xiaoxiang, and the blue firewood smoke in the dwellings, the heart is stunned and sparse.

The flowers are lonely, and the people are lonely.

At the end of the song, no one is gone, and there are several peaks on the river.

Plum blossom, then let me look at you from afar in this worldly world and guess you.

I'm just a hairpin cloth skirt, and I can't wait for the plum blossom fairy to hand me a pillow even though I'm old under the plum tree. There will be no crane cry of Lin Kui, calling him back in the boat; There will be no sound of three flutes, which will break Mei's heart; There will be no petals, kiss on the forehead.

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Plum blossom language: strong and elegant.

Plum has four virtues: the first stamen is the yuan, the flowering is the heng, the knot is profitable, and the maturity is chastity.

The five petals of the plum blossom symbolize the five blessings: one is happiness, the second is happiness, the third is longevity, the fourth is smooth, and the fifth is peace. (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.) )