The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua?

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and they can go home as if they were Qingming.

——Lu You, "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji"

The west wind of the strong horse is plugged in the north, and the apricot blossoms are rainy in the south of the river. It seems like a fate. When I see apricot blossoms, I will always think of Jiangnan without turning around, thinking of the blurry smoke and rain, and thinking of the ambiguous fragrance and entanglement of flowers.

I have never been to the Jiangnan with small bridges and flowing waters, and I have been in this bleak little half of my life. But I don't want the little yearning in my heart to die of thirst in my own thin imagination. So at this time, although it is only in the text and photos, looking at the south of the Yangtze River over and over again, with the sweetness of raindrops, and the melancholy as thin as a veil, I also want to borrow a branch of apricot blossoms in the spring rain of the Song Dynasty, and then, along the deep alleys of the small building, along the bright moon of the 24th bridge, silently search, and tell quietly.

Look at a photo, it is Jiangnan after the Qingming rain. In the early morning, the apricot blossoms bloom one after another, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and blooming. One by one, one tree after another, the water is smart, like the 10,000-point rouge dyed at first, shrouded in the people's homes across the water. The mud walls, the tiles, and the chimneys exude heat, and the plump woman in red carries a basket of vegetables and steps on the steaming mist by the river, and the vegetables in the basket are so green that they can drip water. The whole picture is so beautiful with a gentle ghostly atmosphere, enchanting, and fireworks, and it is extraordinarily trance.

I thought of the "Laurel Order" made by the first Yuanren: Come to find Mo Shanghuadian, it is the Yulou people who are drunk with apricot blossoms, as the saying goes, cherish the flowers and get up early, love the moon and sleep at night, and meet the young man at the bottom of the flower...... Such a tune, if it is also a demon old man picked up and sung, a sound, lubricated like egg white, Yiyiya, it is all shocking, like waking up the ignorant previous life, and the vicissitudes of life to the bones, listening, thinking, the face must be full of hot tears.

Meet the teenager at the bottom of the flower. It's just that in this poem, on the small building of Lin'an City, Lu You, who listens to the sound of selling flowers in the deep alleys, has been separated several times, and his years are twilight. The flower on the mo, the young man who loves the moon, has long been like a light dust, escaping into the depths of the heavy and heavy world.

This poem "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji" was written in the thirteenth year of Chunxi in the Southern Song Dynasty (1186), Lu You was already sixty-two years old, and he had been idle in his hometown of Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) for five years. Five years of waiting day and night is enough to consume a person's ambition, not to mention, it is still a person's twilight years. Although his ambition to recover the Central Plains had not yet been completely exhausted at that time, the darkness and weakness of the Southern Song Dynasty court became increasingly obvious, and he was deeply saddened and helpless about it. In the spring of that year, Lu You was finally reinstated as the prefect of Yanzhou, and before he took office, he had to go to Lin'an to meet the emperor to thank the emperor for his grace. During this period, he lived in an inn by the West Lake, listening to the rain, admiring the flowers, writing, drinking tea, and asking his soul while waiting for the summons of the court.

In Lu You's poem, there is a sadness that cannot be concealed at the beginning of the sentence. Spring rain is like a complaint. The elegant old man in the building didn't sleep all night, and the melancholy in his heart was more viscous than the spring rain. Early in the morning, the first glow after the rain. In the deep alley, there was the sound of selling apricot blossoms, and the soft and glutinous sound seemed to be able to whitewash the peace. For example, he writes a few lines of cursive on the paper, takes a bite of the new tea that has just been put on the market, and waits until the emperor summons him, and shouts a sentence long live long live long live. If not, so what? At this time, he was still dressed in cloth, and he couldn't sigh for the dust. I only hope that the Qingming will come as soon as possible, and I will return to my hometown as soon as possible.

I was also young and flying, and I was crazy about horses, time was like a hurried horse's hooves, and I didn't have time to frown and look back, and this life of joy and sorrow passed most of it in a flash. In fact, looking at Lu You's life, there are two major depressions in my heart: one is sad that I haven't seen my rivers and mountains for a long time, and the other is sad that I haven't stayed with my lover for a lifetime.

Legend has it that Lu You has been a tireless learner since he was a child, and he was able to write poetry at the age of twelve, and he was deeply influenced by patriotic education in his chaotic life. "Get on the horse to fight the crazy Hu, get off the horse and write the military book", he was determined to serve the country early, hoping to go to the battlefield in person and show his ambition to recover the Central Plains. But the world is unpredictable, although Lu You took the first place when he went to Lin'an for the first time, but because Qin Hui's grandson Qin Xun was second, Qin Hui was furious and surrendered to the main exam, and his ranking was invalidated. The second time he took the Ministry of Rites exam, the examiner once again ranked Lu You before Qin Xun, and was removed by Qin Hui. It wasn't until after Qin Hui's death that Lu You had the opportunity to enter the official career. However, in the DPRK, he has not been really reused, and has been repeatedly ostracized and framed, and then impeached and dismissed and returned to his hometown, until he returned to Yanzhou at the age of 62. After the expiration of his term in Yanzhou, Lu You resigned again and returned to his hometown, and was soon called to Lin'an as a military weapons junior supervisor. The following year, he was impeached again for advising the imperial court to reduce taxes, and was dismissed again on the charge of "mocking Fengyue". Since then, he has lived in a mountain village for a long time, mixed with farmers, and spent his old age in nostalgia and sighing.

At the age of 20, Lu You and his cousin Tang Wan became husband and wife. However, the good times did not last long, and this marriage soon blossomed and ended in a blink of an eye. Because Lu You's mother and Tang Wan did not agree, Lu You was forced by his mother's fate, so he had to separate from Tang Wan and then marry separately. Ten years later, in the spring, the two met in Shen Yuan, and all kinds of sadness came to their hearts, so they inscribed "Hairpin Phoenix" on the pink wall: the east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away...... Spring is like the old, people are empty and thin, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support...... Tang Wan then reconciled with him: the world is thin, people are evil, they want to write about their hearts, and they are slanted in monologue...... People are different, today is not yesterday, afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy...... Sentence by sentence broke the liver and intestines, and cried when I heard it. Soon after, Tang Wan died of resentment. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. Since then, even though everything in the world has been exhausted, Lu You has still been sad for decades, and has written many poignant and peerless poems that miss Tang Wan. Until the year before his death, he revisited Shen Yuan to reminisce about the Yiren and the unforgettable sorrow and affection until his death.

Lu You's apricot blossom day, connected to Qingming, no matter how lonely and beautiful the writing is, no matter how light the clouds and breeze are, in the eyes, there is the past at the bottom, and it is also heartbreaking. It's like a bowl of tea with seven flavors and eight flavors, and when you taste it, although it is cool, it is also bitter. It's not as drunk as Su Shi's apricot blossoms:

The apricot blossom flying curtain scatters in the spring, and the bright moon enters the house to find a ghost.

The clothes step on the moon and step on the shadow of the flowers, blazing like flowing water and green apples.

The flowers are fragrant with wine, and the long strips of fragrant snow are struggling.

The thin wine in the mountain city is unbearable to drink, and the gentleman is persuaded to suck the cup of the moon.

The sound of the cave flute is broken in the moonlight, but the moon is empty.

The spring breeze in the Ming Dynasty was evil, but the green leaves were red.

The title of this poem is "Drinking Apricot Blossoms with Guests on a Moonlit Night", which is full of joy and beautiful scenery. The bright moon is a guest, and the apricot blossom is also a guest. Under the shadow of the flowers, in the breeze, the wine is unbearable, so I drank this flute and drank the moonlight. It's just that the moon sets in the west mountain, the sound of the cave flute is broken, and the feast is about to disperse, which is really sad, and even those apricot blossoms with affection will leave the branches with the spring breeze, leaving a place of residual red.

At that time, Su Shi was serving as an official in Xuzhou, and he was also squeezed out by his colleagues in the DPRK and China. But he has a loose temperament, and although he is melancholy, he can still enjoy the bitterness. Reading this poem, fluttering like a fairy, like drinking a glass of spirits, how much strength is in the heart, but it is like a dream, and the years are silent.

I think of Van Gogh's almond blossoms. The apricot blossoms that are out of reach with our Jiangnan. In the last year of his life, he gave his painting "Apricot Blossom" as a gift to his newborn nephew. The blue sky, the moss-blue shadows, the sinuous branches, the splashing of milky petals, open, budding, without a single fall, glowing with a white and heavy light. That light is Van Gogh's forgetfulness as always, but it carries the meaning of life. Some are separated from each other, some are posthumous, but they make people fall in love with the world.

Apricot blossoms also make people love this world and this Jiangnan.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are several heavy, and this spring, the ancient apricot blossoms are still dyed red, and the moon is slightly blank, and they turn pale again. The poet who still has affection eats tea and drinks, appreciates flowers and blows the flute, breaks a branch of apricot blossoms, writes, reads, complains, cherishes, looks at it, and indulges in the joys and sorrows in his heart.

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The flower language of apricot blossoms: the girl's affection, shyness, and doubt.

Apricot blossoms have the characteristics of changing color, when the buds are ready to be released, the flowers are bright red, with the extension of the petals, the color gradually turns from thick to light, and it becomes a piece of snow white when it falls. (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.) )