Folding willows to bid farewell, the ancients are really more romantic than modern people, and they are good at using things and flowers to express their emotions. Poetry is also used to deepen this emotion.
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, I sent my friends all the way to the main road outside the city, what a heavy feeling and righteousness. Such a farewell between lovers is a reluctant love, and the farewell between friends is a kind of respect and friendship.
In Han culture, we have representative flowers and plants in each season. For example, the winter cold three friends plum pine bamboo, all represent not afraid of severe cold ice and snow, a kind of tenacity and perseverance.
From the activity of things, the viability is strong, and it is associated with a character of human beings facing nature. And the proud snow red plum is even more loved by people, in the season of withering of all things, the only red plum blooms in the biting cold wind, as if laughing at ice and snow, laughing at the roaring north wind.
When the mountain flowers are full of flowers, it laughs in the bushes. What is it laughing at, laughing at other plants does not have the courage, it will only choose the time to open. In fact, whenever I go to the Qingming season, when I worship my ancestors. The mountain blooms with mountain flowers, mixed in a patch of green, dotted with the breath of spring. Cauliflowers do not grow on the mountains, they only bloom in the fields and the ground, with the spring breeze, but then it is no longer cold, and the earth has awakened and warmed.
Children who grow up in the countryside always have a feeling for grass and trees, and from an early age they are accustomed to their glory and decay, and they know that the cycle of all things begins again and again, and the demise is not extinction, but the flourishing of a new life. But when children are children, they do not understand human beings, and only hope that they will grow up quickly, have strength, make money, and buy whatever they want, without relying on the handouts of their parents.
When a man reaches fifty, he knows the Mandate of Heaven, and more than half a hundred years know that man's death will be faced. Death is within reach, and when it comes, it depends on the will of Heaven. As for whether man is reborn like a cycle of all things, that is the business of scientists, and at least no one can remember the events of the previous life for thousands of years. The old man said that he had drunk Meng Po soup, forgotten all the things that had happened in that generation, and reincarnated into a new human being. But what is the meaning of such a person living in the world? Is it the embellishment of this world, or the number of people in this lively and noisy world.
Man and plants are not the same, from birth to death, from prosperity to decay, from flesh and blood to a pile of dust. Forty years ago, most of the familiar people around me became the shadow in my mind, and I must be the shadow of someone else in forty years, as for what shadow, or bright, or gray, or even no shadow, there is at least a shadow to remember you.
