Between towering old fire wall, green stone path, quietly flowing in front of it, the deep labyrinth kingdom. Courtyard house door unlatched, covered with densely rusty nail, peeling red lacquer is mottled brown.
Looking at the eyes, full of steel, thinking about old once bright splendid time. When the noisy bustling Tuijin, scattered, the ancient city of some will stay, stay, hidden in the depths of the static between brick, Zhu Men, Daiwa, hidden in the fire wall at the foot of the soft green moss. Walking, in air are net time be spotlessly clean, even to breathe and speak it was clear as water.
In this fresh and comfortable, I in the main courtyard open courtyard, encounter a few plexus potted chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum yellow, purple fringed rolled up, round, full bloom eyeful in one eye and brick column. The golden bright light, elegant, against the background of the green leaves, is particularly eye-catching. I just stood in the chrysanthemum, staring at her fragrance, light smell her fragrance, as time slowly goes by.
A voice from thousands of years ago flutter slowly, still rings in my ears, ease and sorrowful: "no, the curtain roll westerly, thinner than yellow." Trance, I vaguely see Li Qingzhao wine in the darkness the dusk tori, her thin sleeves flying in the wind, in the air, filled with her husband on the distant deep and sincere thoughts, chrysanthemum, to dance in the wind in position to sway with the wind, the interpretation of a lonely and sad endless.
Tao Yuanming Jin Dynasty Aiju delude one to folly, he recited in the poem: "no preference chrysanthemum flowers, the flowers do no more flowers". In "the story of Qiu good color" environment, he be contented and happy, "mining Ju tori, the leisurely to see the mountain". Since then, the chrysanthemum is known as the "flower of the hermit", and Narathiwat is later call God "chrysanthemum".
The famous leader of the peasant uprising Huang Chao, he is also likes it. In his shirt, a huge chrysanthemum, in full bloom in the winter sunshine. He sounded the injustice to Daisy: "sough westerly full house plant, Rui Han Hong difficult to cool butterflies." Sounds pretty unique grief, said of a great teacher.
Butterfly love flower love dish, butterfly is the Liang Zhujia, but the wind broken butterfly wings, she could not fly to the chrysanthemum. Presumably, he likes it people, is a butterfly emergence to guard around you, in chrysanthemum.
Because Lin Wei is a happy woman, Jin Yuelin died a deep love for her to become the eternal story. Love, is your personal as the leaves wither, lamp burnout, emotion, but in the depths of the soul never aging, never fade.