Spring is a sea of flowers, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds converge into spring, which is dazzling and cannot be seen. Although there are countless flowers, each with its own color and posture, but the red is undoubtedly one of the most dazzling, but also the most delicate place, look at the peach apricot blooming, begonia spitting, azaleas like blood staining, peony peony medicine like Phi Xia, spring flowers blooming, the human world is stained with layers of dark red light red, dark red like drunkenness, light red like a smile, wandering In the world of spring red, who would not be intoxicated by this sea of fragrant snow?
In February, the sun was windy, and the spring cold was not timid.
Begonias do not hesitate to carmine, independent in the drizzle.
--Song Chen and Yi, "Spring Cold"
In february, the land of Baling, the wind blows every day, the spring cold is steep, so that the flowers and trees in the garden dare not bloom, but also make the poet feel worried. When will spring really come? Fortunately, the begonia does not skimp on the good color of the rouge, opens alone in the misty drizzle, the delicate begonia flower, not afraid of the bitter wind and rain and the cold chill, brings surprises to the poet who is eager for spring, and the begonia flower in the rain also ignites the enthusiasm in the poet's heart, which is the spring light that has just leaked.
In March, the peach blossoms bloom, and the pink peach blossoms are the well-deserved goddess of spring, a tree that is fragrant enough to destroy the soul. The amorous and romantic peach blossom always evokes people's love and yearning for a better life.
Huangshi Pagoda in front of the river water east, spring light lazy sleepy leaning breeze.
Peach blossoms bloom without a master, cute crimson love light red?
——Tang DuFu, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, a river of spring water flows eastward, and the spring light melts, making people feel a little sleepy, slowly moving forward in the warm breeze. The poet soon made a new discovery, a cluster of peach blossoms blooming next to no one, and when he was happy, he asked curiously, do you prefer dark red peach blossoms or light red peach blossoms? Whether it is dark red or light red, it is beautiful, and the poet himself must have been embarrassed by this problem.
For the poet Cui Hu, the red of the peach blossom is not only stunning for a while, but also becomes an eternal imprint in his heart, a feeling that is both beautiful and painful.
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peach blossoms.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Tang Cui Hu, "Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
Last year today, in this courtyard, the poet met a beautiful young girl. Under the peach blossom tree, the girl and the peach blossom shine together, the pink peach blossom, the girl's pink cheeks, people are silly and confused, spring, it is really beautiful. It was another spring, and the poet came looking for it with all his heart, hoping to reunite with the maiden. But the courtyard was empty, only a tree of peach blossoms, smiling brilliantly in the wind, the spring was still so beautiful, but the girl who made the poet's heart flutter, could no longer be seen, and in the spring wind, he fell into deep regret and remorse. If you miss it, it is a lifetime, the spring breeze blows every year, but the flowers are similar every year, and the years are different.
Unconsciously, the apricot blossoms also bloomed happily. The redness of the apricot blossoms is not as gorgeous as the peach blossoms, but it is more delicate, and the apricot blossoms that are smiling are also worth seeing.
Spring color is square and wild, and the branches are green and green.
Faintly reflecting the village dock, the mountain city is open.
Good to entertain guests, gold plate lining red Qiong.
- Northern Zhou Yuxin, "Apricot Blossom"
Spring has just arrived in the wilderness, and a branch of apricot blossoms has bloomed. The apricot blossoms reflect the village and the people, and the mountain city is full of spring light. How people love apricot blossoms, there are guests who come, and they deliberately fold the apricot blossoms to treat each other. I saw the golden plate, reflecting the delicate red apricot blossoms, which brought spring to the guests! Guests will also be touched by the warmth of the host and deeply infected by the elegance of the host. Isn't sharing the spring light the best thing in the world?
Spring is picturesque, whether in the courtyard or in the landscape, red is always the first to meet people's eyes, spring red is the most brilliant smile of spring, far away to say to you, hey, I'm here.
Gangnam is good, the scenery used to be familiar.
The sunrise mountain flowers are red and the fire is better, and the spring river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Gangnam?
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Remembering Jiangnan One"
How good Jiangnan is, Bai Juyi feels the most, he is very familiar with it, and loves the beauty of Jiangnan. The sun rises, the safflowers on the hillside are as hot as burning flames, spring has arrived, the river water is glowing a beautiful turquoise blue, reflecting the sky and green mountains, every place is permeated with a strong vitality, so how can people not miss Jiangnan? The spring in Jiangnan is like a pot of fine wine, how can you only get drunk once?
There are countless spring reds, dark and light colors, and the red of azaleas adds a poignant color.
Bright red drops reflect the light of the sun, all dyed with the blood of unjust birds.
The detainee has not returned home, and he is speechless and affectionate about the flowers.
--Song Dynasty Yang Xunzhai "Rhododendron"
The rhododendron is bright red and brilliant, and it is even more beautiful against the background of the light, but I don't know if it is dyed with the blood of the cuckoo bird! A traveler like me, although he has a home, he cannot go back, and it is inevitable that he will be sad. Facing the blooming azaleas, there is a pulse of emotion, but there is no word to describe.
The peony blossoms are gorgeous, and the red peony is the most eye-catching, surprising countless people.
With the flowers in the house, the first opening is afraid of being a demon.
The pink light is dark purple, and the flesh is reddish and delicate.
And may the wind remain, but the sun will burn.
Poor Zero Drop, collected as incense burner.
——Tang WangJian, "Peony Flower of the Title House"
When I first rented the mansion, I didn't expect the peony to bloom all over the place, full of brilliant spring light, making people wonder if it was a goblin? Purple flowers are plump, moist and delicate, and safflowers are delicate, so that beautiful women are ashamed of themselves. I really hope that the spring breeze is always there, so that the peony flower will never wither, and I am more afraid of the scorching sun and burn it. Unfortunately, once the flowering period has passed, only the scattered flower buds and petals are harvested, and it is burned as incense, and the afterscent is in the incense, and the beauty of spring is once again felt.
To say that the flowers that bloom the longest, but it is necessary to count the camellias, one after another, as if to accompany the spring to the earth.
The East Garden was raining and winding for three days, and the peach and plum drifted to the ground.
Only camellia is durable, and the green bushes put several branches of red.
——Song Lu You, "Camellia Trees Have Been Blooming Since the Winter Solstice and Qingming Dynasty"
The East Garden has experienced three days of wind and rain, and the peach blossoms and plum blossoms have drifted to zero and landed in the air. Only camellias last the most, and after the storm, several red flowers bloom in the turquoise leaves. In the sparse spring garden, this camellia that blooms after the wind and rain makes people feel surprised and relieved. The vitality of camellia is really super strong, even the frost and snow are not in question, not to mention this bit of wind and rain.
When the roses bloom, it is the end of spring, and the brilliance of the roses adds a little moving color to the late spring.
A long strip of spring, tender red dark green small knots evenly.
He should only take root under the soil of a thousand years, and once buried the Nishikawa brocade weaver.
--Don Pei says "The Rose"
On the rose shelf, green strips spread, blooming thousands of spring flowers, tender red flowers, dotted with dark green leaves, it is beautiful. Looking at the rose flowers in the distance, it is like brocade, probably because in the soil under the roots, the brocade weaver who once buried Nishikawa! Those beautiful roses, perhaps they are carefully woven from another world? What a feat! Spring is always to be disappointed.
Spring will eventually return, and spring red will eventually drift into the air, time is merciless, how can it be saved?
Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and late wind.
Rouge tears, stay drunk, when is it heavy? Since people grow up to hate water and grow east.
--Tang Li Yu, "Meet and Greet"
The red flowers of Zi Yan blinked away, the time was too hurried, and it was even more impossible to resist the continuous destruction of the cold wind and rain in the twilight. In the rain, the forest flowers are delicate and dripping, like tears of carmine beauty, which makes people intoxicated and heartbroken. The flowers have just withered and fallen, when will they be reunited? Spring flowers may bloom again next year, but there are too many regrets in life, just like the river flowing east, fleeting, never looking back! What a helpless thing!
The same is the passing of Chunhong, the same in the face of uncontrollable natural laws, in the eyes of Lord Li Hou, it is an endless sadness, while in the view of Gong Zizhen in the Qing Dynasty, it symbolizes new life and dedication.
The vastness is slanted away from the melancholy day, and the whip is the end of the world.
Falling red is not a merciless thing, and it is more protective of flowers when turned into spring mud.
--Qing Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems of Self-Hai"
The vast detachment, under the oblique sun of the setting sun, is even more intense. Leaving Beijing, the whip pointed eastward, as if it were the end of the world. The poet sighed, I resigned and went home, just like a flower that fell from the branches, but it is not a merciless thing, no need to be sentimental, there is no need to regret, turn into spring mud, you can also cultivate the next generation, the next year the branches will flourish, this is my greatest wish!
In early spring, it is a little bit of spring and red to greet each other, in the spring of March, the red of The Purple Yan blooms all over, and in the late spring, the sparse spring red seems to be clinging to the spring. Spring red, is the best gift to people in spring, but also the most dazzling makeup in spring, spring red when flowers bloom, spring red like rivers and seas when flowers fly. The petals of that place once belonged to the spring light, and finally returned to time, looking back at each other, a piece of green yin has grown, the traces of spring and red, looming, but far away, no harm, no complaints, let us meet, see you next year.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.