[1] "Xingxiangzi. Trees Surrounding the Village - Shangyu" Qin Guan. Ci
Trees surround the village, and water fills the pond.
Leaning on the east wind, roaming proudly.
The little garden is full of spring light.
There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white, and cauliflower yellow.
Huanhuaxi is a beautiful place.
The shy forget-sorrow grass is interspersed among the green tea bushes, making it even more charming; the bank of the stream paved with cattail grass sets off the white stones on the bank, and contrasts with the green stream; the meandering flower stream is quiet under the shade of peach and plum trees. It was flowing quietly, and when the creek passed under a covered bridge, the water surface suddenly became wider, and the streams from the south also converged here to form a small lake.
The colored pebbles are all over the lake embankment at the upper end of the slope. A few white swans seem to have caught their eye here too, wandering leisurely on the lake with their heads held high, watching the arrival of their new neighbors; The green color adds vivid interest.
[2] "Xingxiangzi. Trees Surrounding the Village-Xiayu" Qin Guan. Ci
Far away from the wall, there is a hidden cottage.
Raise the green flag, next to the Liushui Bridge.
By chance, I walked past Donggang.
Just as the orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.
Liu Haohao's house was built on the north slope of the lake.
The small courtyard is a flower wall surrounded by wooden fences. On the left is a bunch of emerald green bamboos. When the breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway and rustle, which brings out the tranquility of this small courtyard.
The low-key and simple earth-colored small building is outlined by the ebony-colored eaves, pillars and window lattices. The large windows that almost reach the ground are embedded in the wooden-colored window lattices, making them appear more clear. There is no large lawn in the whole garden, only the winding cobblestone path and the patchwork and inlaid floral fragrance beside the road.
Looking up, a large piece of crabapple[1] outside the yard is covered with dense layers of light red flowers, like several flying springs spraying flowers in the sun.
Liu Haohao ran forward excitedly, some begonias smiled happily, showing pink "dimples"; some begonias looked at her shyly, as if they were asking her, "Why are you like this?" beautiful?"
[3] "Like a Dream Order. The Rain and Wind Sudden Last Night" by Li Qingzhao. Words
?Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing,
Deep sleep does not dispel residual wine.
? Exam Curtain Man,
But Dao Haitang is still the same.
Do you know,
It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Last night, the wind was very strong, and there was a light rain.
The couple had been busy all day, and drank some wine at night, so Liu slept soundly. Just after waking up, she was still slightly drunk, looking lazy.
?Suddenly, she remembered the sudden rain and wind last night. The beloved Begonia flower experienced a night of wind and rain. I don't know if the petals fell off, or if it was too horrible to look at, and turned into a fiasco?
The mother just came to the daughter's room. She rolled up the beaded curtains, and a ray of sunshine shone into the window rail, "Little slob, get up quickly, the sun is shining on your ass!"
Liu Haohao only thought about her crabapple tree in her heart, so she lay on the bed and asked timidly: "Mother, how are the crabapple flowers outside?"
The mother looked out of the window and replied casually: "Begonia flowers~ It's still the same."
This was beyond Liu Haohao's expectation, and it seemed to give her unexpected hope. Although she longed for the crabapple to remain in her heart, she also understood: after all, it was late spring, and last night was windy and rainy, so the crabapple flower would definitely not look like yesterday.
So, she hurriedly corrected her mother's statement, "Do you know? Do you know? Begonia trees should be full of green leaves and lush, but there are few flowers on the branches!"
"Then get up and watch by yourself!" Mother said teasingly.
Hao Hao coquettishly said: "I dare not look at it." Hao Hao pulled up the quilt and covered his head.
[4] "Su Mu Zhe. Burning Agarwood" by Zhou Bangyan.
? True tranquility comes from the heart.
And a restless heart, no matter whether it lives in a remote mountain or hidden in an ancient temple, it cannot be calmed down.
How can this secluded life restrain Liu Haohao, who is just in time for cardamom? From morning to night, she was constantly busy¡ªeither researching food or researching it.
Most modern girls are good at using perfume. In ancient times, there was something that had the same effect as perfume, that is, incense. My mother loves the "Daughter Fragrance" developed by Liu Haohao, which is regarded as a masterpiece by Dongguan people;??Fortunately, I also used the western incense prescriptions obtained from the Neifu to make hundreds of fragrant pills
Burning agarwood, dispelling [2] summer heat.
The birds call out to clear the sky, invading the eaves and peeping at the dawn.
The early sun on the leaves is dry and the night is raining.
The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus are lifted one by one.
The hometown is far away, when will I go.
The family lives in Wumen, and has been a Chang'an brigade for a long time.
May Fisherman recall each other.
Xiaoji [3] light boat, dreaming into Furongpu.
When the hot and humid summer comes. Liu Haohao hung jade curtains around, lit two or three red candles, lit agarwood in several furnaces, and watched quietly, as if entering the depth of the fragrance of the pearls.
At dawn, the birds were looking around and chirping on the eaves, urging her to get up.
At this time, the sun rose.
The warm sunshine dries up the raindrops on the lotus leaves, and the lotus leaves in the pond are fresh and round, facing the morning breeze, sticking out of the water one by one.
?Drowsy and sleepy, Liu Haohao seemed to have returned to his long-lost hometown¡ªit was May, and Liu Haohao rowed a small boat and wandered in Furongpu
[5] "Love in a Small Village" Zhuang Nu. Lyrics Susukui Sushi Cheng. Song Teresa Teng. Song
[Song] "The crooked river, the green hills, nestled in the small village. The blue sky, the fragrance of flowers, why don't people yearn for you. Ah! Ask your hometown, ask if you are safe if you don't come to your hometown, I always and often I miss you dearly. I am willing, I am willing, to come back to you, to come back to you. The beautiful village, the beautiful scenery, you often appear in my dreams."
Liu Haohao said to himself: "In my dream, I returned to my unforgettable hometown. The winding river and the fragrance of flowers make me yearn for and make me unforgettable."
[Song] "Unforgettable river, unforgettable hill, unforgettable small village. Singing there, growing up there, why don't people yearn for you. Ah! Ask your hometown, ask your hometown if you are not safe, I miss you from time to time I am willing, I am willing, back to your side, back to your side. The beautiful village, the beautiful scenery, you often appear in my dreams."
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Notes
[1] Begonia flower
Begonia has a special beauty, and everyone who has seen it is impressed by it! It is a characteristic flower of our country. In fact, there are actually two types of crabapple that we usually say, one is Rosaceae, which blooms in the Spring Festival;
What is the flower language of Begonia - care
All things are alive, and flowers also have language. The flower language of Begonia means gentleness, care and cherishment, and it is known as "National Beauty".
What is the flower language of Begonia - beautiful
Although it is not as noble as roses and lilies, it has a unique beauty that other flowers do not have. Begonia flowers grow surrounded by 5 or 6 small flowers. Most are semi-double. Therefore, the beauty of crabapple flowers is irresistibly attractive.
What is the flower language of Begonia flower¡ªSorrow of Liberation
People in a foreign land miss their relatives in their hometown very much. In ancient times, many wanderers would use crabapple flowers to express their yearning for their relatives in their hometown. Imagine a wanderer in a foreign land, looking in the direction of his hometown, arousing infinite yearning for home in his heart. The sadness of parting in the flower language of Begonia is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
What is the flower language of Begonia - bitter love
Begonia flowers are not afraid of severe cold and bloom alone. Its tenacity can not help but be admired. Begonia is also known as acacia, heartbroken flower, and August spring. In history, there was a lingering, desolate and touching love story, that is the touching story of Tang Wan and Lu You. According to historical records, when Lu You and Tang Wan had no choice but to part, Tang Wan gave Lu You a pot of begonias as a souvenir. When Lu You asked Tang Wan: "What kind of flower is this", Tang Wan replied sadly: "This is Broken Heart Red". Seeing this, Lu You was full of thoughts, and said casually: "It should be called Acacia Red". Since then, Begonia has been known as "Acacia Red".
When love encounters ups and downs, people often use begonias as a metaphor for themselves, calling it heartbroken flowers, and expressing the sadness of parting between men and women through flowers. Begonia flowers are used to express the pain of men and women when parting, and the flower language of bitter love is also recorded.
[2] Humidity: ru (1) moist; sultry: ~ summer heat. ~ hot. (2) Taste deep: "Its diet is not ~".
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