The fortieth time of "Dream of the Red Chamber" has such a plot:
Bao Yu said, "These broken lotus leaves are hateful, why don't you let people pull them out?" ”
Bao Chao smiled: "In the past few days this year, He Zeng spared this garden to be idle, and he walked around every day, and there were still people to clean up there." ”
Lin Daiyu said, "I don't like Li Yishan's poem the most, I only like his sentence: 'Leave the lotus to listen to the sound of rain'." You don't have any remnants of the lotus anymore. ”
Bao Yu said, "Sure enough, in the future, we will not ask people to pull it out." ”
It was the recent autumn, and suddenly thundered in the middle of the night, waking me up in my sleep, and the storm overwhelmed a trace of heat. White rain jumped into the window, blowing half a curtain wet, and there was no drowsiness. Sitting alone under the lone lamp, simply nothing, turning over the ancient books of the Red Chamber next to him, sniffing a little earthy breath, listening to the rain outside the window, I don't feel some nostalgia. Autumn is really coming, and the days of lotus viewing will pass.
There are many scenes in autumn, including Bai Juyi's "Searching for Guizi in the Moon in the Mountain Temple", Wang Wei's "Sunset Full of Autumn Mountains", and Liu Yuxi's "Lake Light Autumn Moon Two Phases And Harmony". "On the contrary, the lotus flowers that we crown the summer are forgotten by many people, because the fat and wide foliage of the autumn lotus flowers in the past gradually withers and shrinks, and the withered posture seems to have been ravaged by the autumn wind, and it hangs low on the water as if it were sluggish, and from the bridge, there is a smell of depression, the forest is cold, and there is a half-point past the appearance of a wind and a lotus.
But Dai Yu is unconscious, she thinks that the existence of residual lotus is more poetic, if the autumn rain drenches, looking at the dead branches and leaves in the hazy mountain color, listening to Xiao Xiao rain falling, there is a different flavor, the autumn residual lotus can no longer see the raindrops rolling on the lotus surface, some are just the friction rhyme of rustling, but such a world seems to be very quiet, listening to the heavens is so. In fact, "Leave the lotus to listen to the sound of rain" is cao Xueqin's adaptation, the original poem was written by Li Shangyin, the title is "Su Luo's Pavilion Sending Cui Yong Cui Gong":
Bamboo dock dust-free water sills clear, acacia passed across the heavy city.
Autumn yin does not disperse frost fly late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the sound of rain.
The pavilion is surrounded by layers of slender green bamboo, and the flowing water resounds in the empty bamboo dock, which is particularly quiet, slender and dust-free, and the cold taste is like being in a paradise. The green mountains are hidden by the water, and the lovesickness is across the outskirts of the city, it is in such a quiet environment, our protagonist is in the Luo Pavilion, with infinite loneliness and sorrow, thinking of the cui yong cui gong brothers who are thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers away, his thoughts are so difficult to die, just like the outer building of the Qingshan Building outside the mountain, the people he misses are also separated from him by city after city, the wild geese are difficult to pass the ruler, the thoughts can not be told, so he poured a pillow of bitter wine into the autumn frost, looked at the autumn scenery, and continued to write. The autumn wind is unusually cold, the clouds are spreading, a pressure on the city, so heavy that people can't lift their heads, the heavy autumn sorrow rolls in the sky, refuses to dissipate, with the strength to push the clear sky away, blocking a trace of light, black and misty, even the frost season is like a stagnant delay in the future.
Li Shangyin himself was very uncomfortable, and it was even more tragic to think of this autumn scenery, looking for cold, cold and miserable relatives, and finally sleepless. Xu is late at night, the sound of rain outside the pavilion, dripping in the emerald green of the pool, carefully stopped, but found that there are some abnormal sound effects in the sound of the rain, rustling, like fingers across the paper, rubbing out of the coarse. Li Yishan finally knew what was outside the pool, thinking that it was a pool of dry lotus that had not been cleaned up, and in the late autumn night, he had passed on a bit of fighting spirit of not accepting defeat. I probably know why Sister Lin likes this sentence, "Leave the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain" is full of charm, indoors, listening to the residual lotus dripping rain, there is also a different flavor.
This is the lotus of autumn, although it has decayed and has no summer vitality, it should not be ignored by us, it can still embellish autumn.
Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen" says how well, "The lotus has no rain cover, and the chrysanthemum residue still has proud frost branches." "The lotus flower is broken, and the fat round lotus leaves that look like rain covers have also fallen into the mud, leaving only a branch of the yellow lotus rod left there, scattered and fallen without rules, but leaving the essence aside, the spirit of the lotus flower is still moved." In the summer when the sun shines brightly, its gentlemanly integrity of "out of the mud without staining, mao qing lian without demon" is admirable, and it is still the case in autumn, even if it is blown by the cold wind, the grass and trees are scattered, and the essence is dropped, or it will resolutely stand here, unwavering, not afraid of winter, not afraid of wind and frost. Moreover, the lotus flower can also produce lotus, the posture is like a magnificent fairy, contempt for the magnates, the backbone is not defeated, all are solid results, so the autumn lotus is not inferior to the flowers.
Lu Leng fang exhausted, sparse empty blue lotus.
Residual incense consolation rain, withered cold wave.
Chu Ke went out of his way, and Wu Ji stopped singing.
There is nothing to send in the river, and how to hate.
--Tang Li Qunyu, "Evening Lotus"
Autumn is coming, the dew is thick, the cold wind is cold, mixed with a hint of cold, people can't help but shudder. Fang Fei's delicate petals could not bear this torture, and they fell from the branches to the dust. In the distance, the lotus pond once had infinite blue leaves, and now only a few sparse plants have not yet withered, adding a touch of color to the autumn day, and the mixing of dead branches and pink petals has not felt that there is anything wrong with it. The ink color was empty, the forest was cold, the cold was compelling, and it really rained at night, and the coolness was even worse in an instant. Lotus flowers sway freely with the wind in the pond, and if there is no faint fragrance in the air, as the rain falls, it travels through the rain, haunting the tip of the nose and playing with the fingertips. And the dry bud was too light, so it fell into the cold wave with the raindrops. The pond stirs up countless small ripples, like a wonderful concert, a few lotus trees sway up and down with the natural sound, the dry buds follow the beat to the distance, the sky is a little dark and numb, but the autumn mood, we can still be immersed in the scene.
The rain and wind fee are forbidden, except for the pavilion.
I even remember when the lady first fell asleep, and the soul was lusting.
--Ming Fan Jingwen, "Residual Lotus"
In the autumn, the lotus flower seems to have sucked out the strength of the whole body, like a skinny old man, stooping his waist, leaning on a staff, and walking tenaciously, which is the residual lotus. In addition, in autumn, it is rainy and windy, and the rain is endless, always with an uncomfortable temperature, which tortures our lotus flowers. Zhou Dunyi once described the summer lotus flower like this:
To the only love lotus out of the mud and not stained, mao qing lian without demon,
Straight in the middle, not vines and branches, fragrant far away,
The pavilion is pure and planted, which can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.
However, in Fan Jingwen's pen, although the rain has stopped, the lotus flowers that have suffered from this torture still have the strength to stand tall, but although they are not as delicate as the two or eight maidens, they still have charm and have a different posture. Let's not think that the lotus flower is now that it is not chirping, it used to dominate half of the summer country with one side of the water, and when it came out of the water, it looked very beautiful.
Moreover, in modern times, a poet wrote a very playful poem, his name is Su Manshu, and the poem says, "Mo Dao Hengtang Autumn Dew Cold, Remnant Lotus Like Self-Covered Mandarin Duck." "Many people hate the remnants of the lotus occupying the pool of clear water, but what the poet says, don't say anything about the arrival of autumn, the pond becomes cold because of the autumn dew, and the remnants that are not loved by others are the best accommodation for Mandarin ducks, they can use these lotus leaves as buildings to live in, and it is also a warm place." This is the cuteness of the poet, writing in this way, so that the residual lotus has a role, but also borrowed the appearance of the Mandarin duck, the perfect coexistence of plants and animals, is also a beautiful thing.
However, the residual lotus sometimes stimulates people's melancholy, after all, when you think of the former style, you will unconsciously raise your eyebrows. Li Jing, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, wrote in his "Spreading the Huanxi Sand":
The incense is sold in the green leaves, and the west wind is worried about the green waves.
He was also haggard with Shao Guang, and he couldn't see it.
Drizzle dreams back to the chicken plug far away, the small building blows through the jade sheng cold.
How many tears and how much to hate, leaning on the dry.
"Know it or not, know it or not, it should be green fat red skinny" is beautiful, "Han Xiang Xiang pin green leaf residue" is also beautiful, but most of the ancients are still "since ancient times to say autumn sad and lonely", cherish the spring and autumn, dead vines and old trees are faint, the sunset is in the west, the broken intestines are in the end of the world, are their feelings for autumn, the residual lotus falls, for time, it is always sad, we understand the beauty of the residual lotus, but it is still difficult to accept the time and hurry. In autumn, the fragrance of the lotus gradually scattered in the earthly world, the previous turquoise lotus leaves also from round to broken, the west wind blew a wave of green water, destroying the original purity, the lotus flower is no longer, Shaoguang is no longer, every time I think about it, I always feel sad from it.
"Floating clouds have been seen deeply in the past, and the cover is rare everywhere", white clouds and dogs, time is passing, next to the West Lake, the lotus seen in dongting water has become thinner and drier with time:
Ten thousand wood squares fell, and Lotus Leaf injured itself.
Both the circle should be broken, and the long green gradually becomes more yellow.
Cover or sway, the stem is still dewy.
Harvest rogue day, annoy and kill two Mandarin ducks.
—— Chen Ang, "There is an Order to Endowed With a Residual Lotus Suikou Zhan"
Its flowers first fell in the mud, and then the leaves also began to wither, shrugging their heads, emerald green began to turn yellow, floating lightly with the wind, this is the process of the lotus flower from glory to decline, the lotus is a gentleman, whether it is round or lacking, it just conforms to the transformation law of natural things, but does not change the fragrance of their hearts. Therefore, residual or full, are the law, the residual lotus also has its own beauty, when entering the pen of the literati, we find that it is really beautiful for a period of time.
Every year, people in the West Lake row boats to clean up the residual lotus for better growth the next year. Watching them hold up the long pen to cut the residual lotus hanging low on the surface of the water, at this time the residual sun sprinkled on the water, sparkling, accompanied by the lake and mountains, half of the river is half red, in fact, it is really quite beautiful.
-Author-
Yingfang, a person who loves poetry and Jiangnan. The fantasy is "and put the white deer between the green cliffs", and the wish is "a lifetime of good mountain tourism".