It was literally two spider silks, gently pulled from the side of the door frame to a plum blossom. It's just two filaments that glow against the sun... More, that's still decent. How can a modern family allow cobwebs to be strange in broad daylight, no matter how beautiful, how mysterious, how delicate, enough for you to think of it the magic and inconceivability of all natural creations; these two silks should have made people blush, and they are special enough in winter! But shiny, thin, a bit like silver, but also a bit like glass filaments, it is not annoying, especially they are so free and elegant, but they are so intentionally or unintentionally draped on the branches of plum blossoms.
You look at that silk, the winter sun shines all over the house, the windows are bright and clean, and every budding, open, and half-open plum blossom is very beautiful and fragrant there, and the emotions can't help but fill the heart with confusion and flutter in that moment of time. As weak and unnecessary as spider silk, thoughts begin to be thrown out; from the past to the future, conscious, unconscious, from the door frame plum blossoms out of the universe, floating clouds and waves of uncertain traces. Whether it is human nature, art, or philosophy, you have no time to calculate, you can't stop the overflow of your emotions, the galloping of thoughts, spider silk plum blossoms can be instantaneous!
Just like you are a spider, and you have your own webs around you, carefully pulling the heavens and the earth, not afraid of how many times the wind and rain blow it off, you will not stop the basic activities of this life. At this moment..." A branch is oblique, and the fragrance is unknown, "...
Take the plum blossoms, a string of red knots are embellished on the proud bones of Xiujin, the most cute, the most rewarding, and when the half-bloom will be staggered on the old skill, you will beat your heart! Plum blossoms are most afraid of opening; when they bloom, they have nothing to say. It is simply crippled, the incense is scattered, and the fire in the same night can become a kind of warm and miserable.
Remember, that is to say plum blossoms, magnolias. At the beginning, a friend said that when I first fell in love, the magnolia had just finished, the weather was warm every day, I lived by the lake, I ran to the lake forest every night to walk, and I sat quietly on the secluded stone to see the lights on the other side, and I felt as if only such a pious lonely person could grasp the emotions in my heart, put it in the most reliable and purest handful of thoughts, and never blaspheme or frighten the people who were "sleepy and thoughtful". It was the scene of a very young man's first love,—— the object was vague and lofty, but instead he was close to the depth of the "self"—he asked about the mood of the girl.
Right here, I remembered plum blossoms. Two branches, old branches, horizontal, obscure, depicting shadows, spraying fine incense; the sun is faintly golden on the floor: the four walls are colorful, and the books and bookmarks on the shelves seem to be uttering words; the small couplets on the walls cannot remember whose collection sentences; the middle bar is a poem of Dongpo. You hold your breath, you can't even breathe, you stand on your feet, the small figure is embedded in the middle of the study, looking at the remnants of the window, the flower shadow swaying, you seem to have lost something, a little confused. It's like "strange east wind is looking for each other", a bit of an idea! Romantic, extreme romance. "Who sweeps the ground full of flying flowers?" You ask, the emotional wind blows like a wind, rolls over, and stays on top of the flowers. Looking back, the flower was still silent. "So Tingting, who understands the meaning of the flower," you are more silent, almost enthusiastically feel the loneliness of the flower, began to pity the flower, and gave all the sympathy to the flower heart poetically!
This is not the first love, it is the era of unlove, and it is the era of consciously "understanding the flowers". The difference in emotions is not only between men and women, but also between East and West. Even if the emotions are fundamentally the same, the symbols of the emotions, the things on which the emotions rest, are often different. The connection between water and starlight and Western emotions has long been a habit. A star flashes in the blue sky, and a first-class cold stream pours out a melancholy calm, which stirs up the waves of their poetry, and the heart sweetly and enthusiastically sings "Her eyes are like stars shining in the twilight" scattered by the pen edges of those goose feathers, or "Bright as the lone star, illuminating the late sky", or "How many times, beside the first-class blue water, the sorrow leans on her low-hanging face". Cherishing flowers, dissolving flowers is too oriental, intimate and natural, and containing the meticulousness of human nature is the traditional emotion of the East.
In addition, age also has size, the same is sad, but leaping like joy, sixteen years old, the breeze is chaotic, not decadent, not empty, peak ideal feet full of hope, East and West are the same. People are old and their veins are cloudy, and their melancholy or grumbling is more than the liveliness of the poems. Everyone such as Xiangshan, Jiaxuan, Dongpo, and The white-haired Hua hair of the Fang Weng are rarely not in the poem, at least it is unpleasant. The words are far away, just said that it is a pity for flowers, the old and young in the East can not avoid this hobby, this is no matter the old snow sideburns dragging staff, deep boudoir will also save eyebrows.
The most regrettable flower is the "spring red" such as begonia, which is so delicate and bright, blooming through the red all over the ground, which is too sympathetic and sad. But in the West, even if we have the same flowers, we still lack our gallery courtyard. With "a little deep in the courtyard", there is a unique mood in the courtyard. If Li Yi'an's "oblique wind and drizzle" is not "heavy door must be closed" underneath, it is not "depressed" so deep and lovely; Li Hou Lord's "who comes all day" also has the same lonely taste. To see the flowers, you must have a courtyard, often in it to know, from time to time there must be a window railing, to give you a little evidence, although there is no need to lean on the twelve railings, so weak and boring.
Of course, there are too many sorrows in the old poems: a poem is like a beautiful securities, which can be cashed according to the market price! Therefore, the garden flowers, chaotic red, dusk, loneliness is too indiscriminate, often lose honesty. Western poetry, love always stands in front, or "forget", or "remember", the moon is for love, flowers are also for love, only to make it all true feelings, and it is not too greasy. In terms of the good on both sides, comparing their moonlight with our moonlight, it seems that the moonlight tastes much deeper and longer. Not to mention the flowers; our flowers are "not ready to be plucked into flower balls, or crowns of flowers for lovers", but tree by tree, individual, and they accept love songs in the position of lovers.
Therefore, the object of not falling in love is the most natural flower, not the emotion of the flower,—— when I was sixteen years old, there was no emotion,—— it was only the emotion of consciously dissolving the flower that I had just said. Pinned on that beautiful and wordless upper side, your heart is broken and lonely, you are moved by the feelings of the flower, in fact, you are in love with the flower, it is not impossible to ,—— and the surprise and ecstasy are not reduced to the first love. And that gaze, that contemplation...
A spider silk! Memory is also the same spider silk, put on the plum blossom and pulled out by the plum branch, although it is not woven into a dense web, this poetic before and after, that is, the emotional connection between more than ten years.
The afternoon sun is still oblique, the courtyard is quiet, detached from the shadow, the window ledge and plum blossoms in the room are still accompanied by patterns, two spider silks can also be regarded as miracles in winter, you look at it, it is really a bit like silver, but also a bit like glass, so obliquely hanging on the branches of plum blossoms.