Begonia (Begonia family, Begonia spp.)
Scientific name: Begonia grandis Dry (Begoniaceae)
Aliases: Rock balls, broken intestinal grass
Color: white, pink, red
Flowering period: starting in July, fruiting period begins in August
Flower language: bitter love, lovesickness
Slightly toxic, easy to cause leaf burns under strong light
Story: "There was a woman in the past, who did not see what she thought, and wept, and shed tears under the north wall." After sprinkling grass, its flowers are very beautiful, the color is like a woman's face, its leaves are green and red, autumn blooming, known as broken intestine flowers, also known as August spring, that is, this begonia also. In ancient times, there was a woman who missed her sweetheart, but she could not always meet, often crying under a wall, tears dripping into the soil, growing a plant where the tears were sprinkled, the flower posture was charming and moving, the flower color was like a woman's face, the leaves were green on the front and the red grass on the back, and the autumn flowers, known as: "broken intestinal grass".
The patriotic poet Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty fell in love with Tang Huan all his life. Tang Huan was a talented woman who knew dali and was quiet and elegant, but because of her poor family, she could not be tolerated by Lu You's mother, and Lu You could not violate her mother's wishes, so that a couple of lovers could not become dependents. Lu You is depressed all day long, relieving the wine and dispelling sorrows. In order to make Lu You get rid of her love for Tang Wan forever, Lu You entrusted people to seek a career for him in a distant place, and Lu You had to obey the order. On the occasion of parting, Tang Huan gave a pot of begonias to Lu You and told him that it was a "broken intestinal flower". Lu Youyi was even more sad when he heard it, saying that this flower should be called "Acacia Flower". Because of living in other places, it is inconvenient to maintain, I hope that Tang Huan will cultivate it by himself, and seeing this flower every day is like seeing Lu You, and the two are entangled in pity and tears.
Tang Huan felt that the world was cold and his thoughts were gray, and he was forced to marry Zhao Shicheng, who was extremely dissatisfied. Time is like water, and ten years later, Lu You returns to his hometown. One day, when I went to Shaoxing to play, when I arrived at Shen Garden, I saw a pot of unforgettable begonias, and the pot was very similar to the one given by Tang Wan, so I asked the gardener what kind of flower? The gardener replied "Acacia flower". Lu Youyi was very surprised to hear this, so the gardener told the gardener that the young grandmother of the Zhao family entrusted him to take care of it. Lu You faced this flower, with mixed feelings, and could not bear to leave. So he wrote a poem "Begonias" that read, "Outside the railing of Chen Jintong, all the red clouds are sprinkled in the cup." Greed does not quit holding night candles, relying on madness and wanting to be good at spring wind."
People who miss day and night are close at hand, and they want to talk to each other together. Helplessly, Zhao was by the side, even if there were ten thousand kinds of tender feelings, he could only silently watch. Lu You sat down and said to himself, "Begonia is not only the flower of acacia, but also the flower of the broken intestine!" After a while, Tang Huan sent a pot of wine to the boy and told Lu that it was given to Xianggong by Tang Huan. After Lu You was pleasantly surprised, he drank it all, and immediately wrote a poem on the wall of Shen Yuan: red crispy hand, yellow wine, and willows on the walls of the spring color palace in the city. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sadness, and a few years away from the rope. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tear marks are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the Jinshu is difficult to trust. Mo, Mo, Mo.
Planted en deep rain dew with the same
A clump of light and a thick clump
I don't borrow the power of spring light in my life
Fight the evening wind several times