Text / Moon under Chan Juan
As long as it is Chinese, few people will not know jasmine. Even if you have not seen this shrub with green leaves and small white flowers, you will surely drink the fragrant tea brewed by the jasmine flower. Haven't even drunk jasmine tea? Don't worry, every bottle of perfume you use, every piece of soap, every box of cosmetics, in your daily life of food, clothing, shelter and travel, it is always inseparable and inseparable.
According to survey data on the Internet, the song "Jasmine" will be sung in all parts of the world as long as there are Chinese people, and this song is also known as China's second national anthem. "A beautiful jasmine flower, a beautiful jasmine flower, fragrant and beautiful branches, fragrant and white people praise..." At this time, you look at this simple and moving lyrics, and you will probably hum it melodiously and gracefully with the melody buried in your heart.
"Jasmine is also a beautiful flower, far from the Buddha's country to China." The Song Dynasty poet Wang Shipeng told us that this name and flowers are beautiful plants, from the distant Buddhist country of India.
In the Jin Dynasty Ji Han's "Southern Grass and Trees", it is recorded that "Yeshe Ming and The Last Li Flower were transplanted from the southwest to the South China Sea by the Hu people, and the southern people pitied its fragrance and competed to plant it." ”
Yesheme is the frangipani flower. This means that frangipani flowers and jasmine flowers originally grew in southwest Asia, in the persian region of western China.
The ancients' rhetoric is inconsistent, but it is certain that from the name to the shape, from the aroma to the connotation, it is a plant that vividly embodies the implicit aesthetic of the ancient East, and is not native to the oriental China that loves it.
Jasmine, it's alias Fragrant Soul, Molly Flower, No Li, No Li, Mo Li, Mo Li, Mo Li, Wood Pear Flower. The jasmine transliterated from the Words of the Buddha Chinese, perhaps many differences are only because of the properties of its plants, the poetic Chinese adding a flower and grass "grass" to it.
The word "jasmine" itself carries a quiet aroma, whispering between the lips and teeth, like calling the name of a quiet and silent woman.
My hometown once planted a jasmine plant, never silently growing on the edge of the fence, every winter, severe frost and snow, it gradually withered yellow, haggard and shaken, no life. Always when the family decides whether to give it up completely, the new branches of the young leaves are pulled out little by little in the warm spring sun, sprouting a turquoise joy. For careful care and indulgence, it has never been as sweet as ever, a few spring winds, a few drizzles, a small bone at the top of the verdant branches, and then one night, silently blooming the exquisite petals, fragrant hedges, fragrant childhood days and long nights.
In the middle of summer, under the blue sky, the bamboo bed filled with ancient legends and bizarre stories of the grandfather, the jasmine folded by the grandmother emits a peaceful and sweet aroma. At that time, the moon passed through the white lotus-like clouds, and the sound of frogs was faint and faint in the reeds at the end of the clear stream. This hot night is sometimes slightly cool, it is my grandmother's constant waving fan, I turned my head half-dreamingly, pearl-like jasmine, its fragrance, but also with a gentle coolness.
A hui can smoke a room of incense,
On a hot day, the jade muscle is cold.
The savages did not dare to bother the goddess,
Place the self-folding branches next to the pillow.
--Song Liu Kezhuang, "Jasmine"
Linglong snow in Lychee Township,
Come to help Chang'an a summer cool.
The taste of love is strongest in people,
The dream soul still feels the sideburns.
--Song Xu Tang, "Jasmine"
Talent immortal posture, jade bone ice muscle. Xiang Yanwei, Du Qifangfei.
Light and elegant, the first fragrance. It is a water palace fairy, a moon palace character, a han palace concubine.
Qing Qua Bu, Rhyme Wins Fermentation. Laughing Jiang Mei, the snow is late.
The fragrance is mild, and the green leaves are soft branches. With Wang Lang pick, beauty wear, always suitable.
--Song Yao Shuyao, "Xingxiangzi Jasmine"
The ancients put it on the pillow, the sideburns of the hair, the sachet wearing it, this thousand years of unchanged love and love, is jasmine plain, rich, fragrant, long-term style.
I heard that in its native India, people also call jasmine "moonlight on the forest", which is so poetic and appropriate that it is not in line with the name of the plant wind horse and cow, you have to admit that the fragrance of jasmine is worthy of any kind of white moonlight.
When I was a child, I read "Dream of the Red Chamber", and the twelve were all magnificent and wonderful, each with its own wonderful style, but I always involuntarily ignored jia Yingchun, who was gentle and silent and amiable. In the entire long volume of the Red Chamber, she seems to always be a second wood who has been "poked ten stitches and does not know how to beep", and she is so weak that she does not have a bright brilliance. Later, when I grew up, I understood that the dexterous girls were particularly cute and loved, and those girls who were clumsy in words, not so outstanding, not in contention, gentle and quiet, and there was a beauty and love that belonged to the general public.
I remember that she was alone in the shade of the flower with a needle to wear jasmine flowers, the bustle was all theirs, she quietly and silently dressed those fragrant white flowers, cheeks condensed new lychee, nose greasy goose fat to welcome the spring, more gentle and silent, more amiable.
The treasure sister in the dream of the Red Chamber is Peony, and Ren is ruthless and moving. Lin sister is Furong, the wind is clear and sad, and Mo complains that the east wind is self-defeating. Tanchun is an apricot blossom, and the red apricots are planted in the clouds on the edge of the sun. Yingchun did not draw a flower lottery, nor did she have a flower that belonged to her, she was so gentle and silent that anyone felt close, but the final ending was so bleak. And Cao Gong finally softened his heart, or pity such a sister, he gave her the white and fragrant jasmine, in the shade of the tree, all the fragrant and beautiful thoughts she had ever had, the desire for beauty and love that never been declared in the mouth, were all in the jasmine flowers that were as silent and quiet as her, and they were exhausted one by one.
When I was young, on a sad evening, I heard a very moving song.
The slow and elegant female voice in the song, with a lingering aria to reminisce about her own watery years, and with a sweet and brisk monologue, told me the story of her youth with a boy and a jasmine flower over and over again.
June Jasmine is really beautiful, Lang Junsheng makes real ancient cones.
……
I can tell you that I was really beautiful when I was younger.
At that time, I was the most beautiful girl in town.
I remember, from the first day of June,
Every morning,
I would find a white jasmine flower on the doorstep.
I never asked who put it.
White jasmine, placed on the windowsill by me,
When the wind blows, the fragrance, I will not forget it until now...
She sang: Lang Junsheng makes a real ancient cone. She said: Lang Jun was born really handsome.
At that time, I was no longer in my hometown, far away from home, and the orange twilight of the strange city enveloped me, I don't know whether it was for this song, or for the jasmine fragrance that never faded in my memory, my tears flowed down.