Where does spring return? Lonely and untraveling. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info If anyone knows where to go in spring, call to return and live together.

There is no trace of spring, who knows, unless you ask for the yellow bird. No one can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.

——Huang Tingjian "Qing Ping Le"

I like Huang Tingjian's "Qing Ping Le".

I like the lonely wind that rushed into my arms, with the unique dampness and brightness of the late spring of the Song Dynasty, with a little beauty that is more ethereal than the cry of the yellow bird, a little melancholy, a little fresh, tactful and tactful in my heart, and then in front of a flower name, warmly precipitated.

The name Rose is a beautiful one. It will make you believe that falling in love with a flower from a name is a natural thing. Rose, rose, read it gently, like a dream, full of plain and old atmosphere, gratuitous nostalgia, fascinated.

Huang Tingjian (1045-1105), the word Lu Zhi, the number of valley Taoist, is the ancestor of the Jiangxi poetry school for a time, in the Northern Song Dynasty poetry and Su Shi his name, poetry and calligraphy are famous, known as "Su Huang". Huang Tingjian's poems are heroic and pure, thin and strange, and lonely, dyed through the ancient fragrance, beautiful and wonderful.

It is in the same vein as his calligraphy.

Looking at Huang Tingjian's "Songfeng Pavilion Poems", it is also just and charming, the pen is graceful, the rhyme is subtle, like the sound of the oars in the deep stream of the long river, each sound is sonorous and powerful to dissolve into the water waves, stretching horizontally, one receiving, one turning, one release, all are free and easy, after the integration and penetration, and there is no trace.

Songfeng Pavilion is located near Lingquan Temple in the west mountain of Echeng, known as Fan Mountain in ancient times, it is the place where Sun Quan preached martial arts and cultivated literature, feasted and drank and sacrificed to the sky. In September of the first year of Chongning (1102 AD) of Song Huizong, Huang Tingjian and his friends traveled to Fanshan in Echeng, passing through a pavilion in the pine forest.

Build a pavilion according to the mountain to see the flat river, and the night is inserted into the rafters. My name is right.

The old pine is burly for decades, and the axe is now towering. The wind sings and the emperor fifty strings,

Washing ears does not require a bodhisattva spring. Jia's second and third sons are very good and virtuous, and they are poor enough to buy wine and get drunk at this feast.

The night rain roars to the dawn hanging, and the monk feels that he does not return to each other. The spring is dry and the stone is dry and gurgling,

The glory of the mountains and rivers is for me. The wild monk was hungry and couldn't eat, and he saw that there was cooking smoke in the cold stream.

The people of the east slope have sunk into the spring, when will Zhang Hou come to the front. The waves of the fishing platform can sleep daytime,

Yiting looked at the seal Jiaolong entanglement. An De got rid of his restraints, and the boat carried all his friends around.

That kind of style - buying wine, listening to the piano, watching the night rain break the dawn, the cold stream cooking smoke, and the white clouds carrying the breeze back, it is indeed the glory of the mountains and rivers for me. It's just that it has been a year since Dongpo died at that time, and Huang Tingjian couldn't help but feel ups and downs in his heart when he thought of this, and there was obviously a little more excitement in the handwriting in the latter paragraph. Looking closely, it is like a tiger roaring in the face, with an innate arrogance, a stroke like a slash, a stroke like a slash, lurking in the ancient valley, through the surging pine wind and pine waves, vibrating the eardrums from afar.

There is a violent amazement, which makes the heart tremble.

The mountains are lofty, and the moon in Chengjiang is clear. If you are so bold, you will really have the bones of a tiger in your heart.

There is also tenderness that comes out of the bones.

For example, this song "Qingping Le". Ask where the spring is returning, and call to return to live together...... There is no solution, and the wind blows through the roses...... That rose wind is really like rouge water, the light and shadow are light, and the grass is drunk, and I suspect that I have mistakenly entered the flowers of the five generations.

Looking at him again, it is clear that there is sword energy on his fingertips, such as rainbow and electricity, between his eyebrows, there is wind and frost, the flute is drunk in the night rain of the rivers and lakes, and he looks up to the sky and recites a sentence: Sit on the right Zhencheng to be annoyed by the flowers, and go out and laugh at the river.

"There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose", is this artistic conception?

Low sniffing, low leaning, low closing eyes, with nostalgia, slightly drunk, indulgent, bitter warmth, clean desire, all like white moonlight, falling into a soft finger.

Mu Xin wrote in his "The Past of Plain Shoes": Wild roses bloom white flowers, and ancient women steam them to their hair.

This quote is beautiful. It is also as gentle as white moonlight. Add a little bit of thin wildness, a little bit of simple antiquity, and the face of the old time, which is depicted little by little, and then a little bit of aftertaste. Put it on the tip of your nose or between your heart, and smell it gently, until you can get a small flower in your bones......

Like a crush, the beauty of loneliness that I don't know where to go.

Anyone who has watched "Dream of Red Mansions" will remember "Lingguan Painting Qiang". On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, the red sun was in the sky, the shade of the trees was on the ground, the sound of cicadas was full of ears, and under the silent rose stand, Ling Guan drew dozens of "Qiang" words on the ground with a hairpin, with tears on his face and an obsessed face. happened to pass by the flower stand, and couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly thought in her heart: "This girl must have something unspeakable about her big heart, so she has such a scene." Outside is this scene, and I don't know how to boil it in my heart. Seeing that his appearance is so thin, where can I still hold back and suffer in my heart. Ling Guan's tears made Baoyu suddenly, he couldn't get all the tears of girls in the world, since then everyone has their own tears, and he let the weak water be three thousand, and only take one scoop to drink.

The age official is thin, and her background is even thinner. She is just a Xiaodan bought by Jia Mansion to sing opera, and the person she likes is Jia Qiang, the decent great-grandson of Ning Mansion. The disparity in identity, the doomed fruitlessness of love, the secret love in her heart, the branches pulling branches, and the landslides and blooming, are actually just her own business. She has buried all that love, that boiling, under the summer trellis. After the troupe was disbanded, she chose to leave.

The water spirit curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses are full of incense.

When I read such verses again, I always tend to be in a trance. When the sound of summer cicadas lifts the breeze like a crystal curtain, when you stand in the thick shade of the trees and turn around, under the blooming rose trellis, there is also a thin ancient woman, with lonely tears, with a hairpin in her hair, obsessively writing the name of her lover on the ground? Touched by the sunshine in the fragrance of flowers, floating melancholy youth who don't know where to go.

But there are really people singing:

"Roses bloom everywhere, youth and youth everywhere...... Heaven wants roses to bloom everywhere, and tells us to love as much as possible...... Spring is a beautiful bride, and the roses are her dowry, and whoever has the heart of a boy is worthy of being her lover......"

A very cheerful song that belongs to the black wood film era in the thirties. Teresa Teng sings beautifully, her voice is sweet and soft, as if she wants to sing all the roses in the world. Those roses really heard it, and opened their ears one by one, and opened their bodies one by one, for fear that they would grow old and lose in the next moment, and they opened up desperately like a dowry. is like a girl in love, I can't wait to be charming and charming all night, but I am still just a thin girl, young and astringent, plain beauty, innocent with age, it will only make people love and miss.

Even Zhang Ailing, who has always been mean, writes that the roses are blooming, and it is also "the young perfection, which has its own cuteness and amiability". Smell it carefully, and it has a gentle taste. Zhang Ailing is also a person with a fierce tiger in her heart, when she is sharp, her pen is like a knife, her momentum is compelling, extremely vicious, and extremely handsome, she is shocking and amazed. That kind of text, how is it not a tiger, how is it not poison, as long as it meets it, it will naturally not even spit out bones.

There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose.

At this point, the rose in my heart has also opened.

I don't ask where the spring returns, I don't know where the spring returns.

I know that this is for the tiger and the rose, all of them are willing, they are all complete.

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Rose Language:

Red Rose - In Love; Pink Rose - The Oath of Love; White Rose - pure love; Yellow Rose - Eternal Smile; Crimson Rose - just wants to be with you; Pink Rose - I want to live with you for the rest of my life; Christmas Rose - Remembrance of Love; Briar - Romantic 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.) )