Spring willow branches, May cherry red. Early summer in the lunar calendar is the season when cherries are on the market. Walk past many fruit vendors, you will see piles of delicate, colorful, crystal clear cherries.
Because Yang Guifei of the Tang Dynasty loved to eat lychees, we thought that lychees were the holy products in the fruit, but in fact, the round and lovely, delicious and juicy cherries were more tempting to the tip of each of our tongues.
Every year around February of the lunar calendar, the cherry blossoms bloom vigorously, that is pink or white, a clump, a cluster of flowers dotted with branches, the brake is romantic and bright. Tang Zhanghu once gave poetry to yun:
The pomegranate is still small, and I love this mountain flower four or five plants.
In late spring, the cherries ripen.
Since cherries are the "first fruit of early spring", Zhou Tianzi will first offer cherries to the summer gods and ancestors at the summer temple sacrifices, so that they can taste this sweet first fruit.
Han peach is the most out of the Eastern Wu, the fragrance is fresh and the smell is special.
Qia Cha raised his head to ten million, and two or three plants were whisked away.
Birds steal the fire, and people break the beads when they pick and fight.
Unfortunately, the wind and rain hit, and the Ming Dynasty should be gone in the future.
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Wu Cherry"
Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, was very fond of cherries, saying that cherries are rumored to grow in the Eastern Wu area, and their color and smell are very unique. The cherry fruit is also very dense and varied, and there are tens of millions of people looking up.
Cherries are also the favorite of birds, and when there is no one, birds often hide in cherry trees and peck beautifully. In order to pick quickly, people crowded under the trees, and many cherries fell to the ground and were accidentally stepped on by people.
Bai Juyi is sorry for those cherries, he said that after a night of wind and rain, tomorrow the day after tomorrow I am afraid that there will be no cherries, right?
The chapel is deep and quiet, and the garden is full of spring breeze.
To the east of the wall, a cherry tree with rain red.
The sorrow seems to be drunk and sick, and the desire to speak is still lazy.
Twilight, double swallows return to the painting cabinet.
——Wudai Feng Yanmi, "Picking Mulberries and Xiaotang Deep Silence No One Arrives"
Quiet courtyard, no one patronizes on weekdays, only the spring breeze gently blows. Feng Yanwei, the fifth generation of poets and prime minister, looked wistfully at the corner of the wall on the east side, where there was a cherry plant, which was moistened by the rain and became even more red.
At this moment, his heart was full of sorrow, as if he was drunk, and like a serious illness, even if he had a thousand words in his heart, he did not bother to open his mouth. In the evening, there was an intermittent bell in the distance, and a pair of swallows flew back intimately back to the nest of the painting cabinet.
Feng Yanmi's "Picking Mulberries" is a very graphic word, and the lyricist uses the scenery to express the extremely complex emotions in the heart.
This emotion is a profound loneliness and loneliness, which comes from the worry about the political future, from the speculation of the world's hearts, and also contains the helplessness and sadness of the passing years.
A spring sorrow waiting for the wine to pour. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.
Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, the rain is gentle and dashing.
When will I return home to wash my robes? Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.
Streamers are easy to throw people away, red cherries, green plantains.
"A Cut of Mei Boat Across the Wu River" is a song of homesickness and a song of national subjugation written by the lyricist Jiang Jie after the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, on the bumpy and chaotic exile.
At that time, Jiang Jie was wandering on the shore of Taihu Lake in the Gusu area, and the small boat he was sitting on was fluttering on the river, and the spring in front of his eyes was as deep as the sea, and his heart was as deep as the sea.
He wanted to wait for the ship to dock, go to the restaurant on the other side of the river to get drunk and drink, borrow wine to dispel his sorrows, helplessly "the wind is fluttering, the rain is gentle", he suddenly has no interest, so he has to sit alone in the boat.
He had been away from his hometown for a long time, and he did not know how long this aimless wandering would last. He was tired of the fatigue of the journey, and he wanted to return home and reunite with his relatives as soon as possible.
The home that made him think day and night, he wanted to go back. He longs for his children to be on his knees, to be with him; he longs to regain everything he once had, to regain that most ordinary happiness.
When he returned, he would take off his dusty robe and put on his homely clothes; he would play with the silver-encrusted sheng and light the heart-shaped incense in the smoker; he would enjoy to the fullest everything he had missed in his exile.
But can Jiang Jie's wish and desire come true? The iron hooves of the Jin people have broken through his country, the Southern Song Dynasty is no more, and the prosperous world is no more.
Therefore, in the face of the change of time, time flies by, and Jiang Jie, who is infinitely sad, can only sigh in vain: "Streamers are easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains."
If the streamer just throws people away, at least we still have hope, but the cherry is red, the plantain is green, and Jiang Jie has no way back.
The two sides of the warbler dance are deceived, and they do not take the time when Fanghua is knotted.
He did not open the day today, and the length of Jiachen was uneven.
--Don Lee Shang-yin, "Under the Cherry Blossoms"
The late Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin had a special love for cherries, and he wanted to see what kind of scene it was when cherries bloomed.
But when he came, some of the flowers on the cherry tree had not yet bloomed, and some had already withered. In short, he just couldn't perfectly meet the cherry blossom on a Jiachen auspicious day, and could only regretfully leave.
In fact, what Li Shangyin lamented was not his missing and cherry blossom affairs, but his whole life of yin and yang.
Li Shangyin belonged to the children of early hui, and his talent was outstanding, but because he was caught in the "niu-Li controversy", he was constantly subjected to rumors and exclusion throughout his life, and his career was frustrated.
The cherry ripens first, its bright color, delicious taste makes it often become the object of competition for birds. At this point, Li Shangyin felt that his fate and cherry were so similar, so he wrote with depression and resentment:
Zhu Shi bird contained everything, and the Qinglou people did not return.
The South Park is an infinite tree, with leaves like a tree.
--Don Lee Shang-yin, "Mocking the Cherry"
-Author-
Zhang Fengli: Pen name Yu Feng, middle school Chinese teacher, member of the Writers Association of Baiyin City, Gansu Province, columnist of the public account "Tang Poetry, Song Poetry and Ancient Poetry".