#风船计划2.0# There are two pear trees in the yard, one like this and one like that.
The two trees, very close together—next to each other.
However, different flowers bear different fruits.
Today the wind is strong, look up, the pear tree, the branches with the wind.
When the wind blows, the pear leaves are full of spirit and make a noise; the branches full of fruit flutter in the wind, swaying in many ways, like dancing elves, and the fire is cheerful.
Can't help but step forward, take a few photos, leave the beauty of the moment, and make a negative of a memory.
Throughout the ages, although the literati loved pear trees, they loved pear blossoms.
"Mandarin ducks are packed into double nights, and a tree of pear blossoms presses begonias." Haha, this is the image metaphor of Su Dongpo, not like a real pear blossom. His other sentence is the real pear blossom, "The pear blossom is pale white and the willow is dark blue, and the flowers are all over the city when the willow flies."
Cen Ginseng is also a real pear blossom, "suddenly like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms." The spring breeze came, and overnight, the pear blossoms in the city were white, and the big strokes were ah.
Bai Juyi's is also, "Yu Rong is lonely and tearful, and the pear blossom is a branch of spring with rain." Obviously it is a flower, but it is full of wordless desolation and sorrow.
Li Shangyin, "Red sleeve weaving LingQua persimmon ti, Green Flag gu wine to take advantage of pear blossoms." This one tastes a bit happy.
Du Mu's is that people's hearts are rolling and there are thousands of grievances. "Lay down a pile of snow for pear blossoms, who will rely on the railing next year?"
Look at Liu Fangping, "The sunset of the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the golden house sees tear marks." The lonely and empty court is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are full of flowers and do not open the door." Let people imagine the pear blossoms and open doors scattered on the ground in the lonely courtyard.
Who is this, leaving a wordless question, "Although the old mountain is not closed, and it is passing through the twilight spring to Chang'an." A tree of pear blossoms and a stream of moon, I don't know who belongs to tonight? ”
There are also "Qi Zhu Lips, Golden Wind Guizi, Summoning Residual Dreams, And Slight Rain Pear Blossoms." ”
Not only that, the way to the pear blossoms, either floating like snow, or full of snow, coupled with the spring wind and spring rain, the helplessness of the pear blossoms and the ruthlessness of the rain hitting the pear blossoms, the poets' heartfelt feelings rubbed into their poetry lines, slowly...
Turn around and take the courtyard door.
When the pears are ripe, I will return.
Also, pears in the mouth, sweet in the mouth.
