Man is the most incapable of seeing the withering of flowers
Man is the most incapable of seeing the withering of flowers. Don't look at the flowers when they bloom, they are all happy, as long as it is the season of falling flowers, there are bound to be people crying for the flowers. There are more sentimental people in this world. Originally, people are emotional animals, and it is normal for people to sigh and cry sadly when they see the flowers withering. The most well-known is the Daiyu burial flower in "Dream of Red Mansions". Sister Lin cried while burying flowers. A song full of blood and tears "Funeral Flower Yin" vividly expresses the tragic fate of flowers and characters. This kind of behavior seems absurd, and there are many ridiculers in later generations, but in that feudal era when there was no personal freedom, only the infatuated could do it, and only the later infatuated people could understand and understand.
Li Qingzhao is a frank, romantic, bold and uninhibited female lyricist. She is not as weak as Sister Lin, nor is she as sentimental as Sister Lin, but at the moment when the country was ruined and her family was separated from her relatives, she also cried for the withering of flowers: "Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable", "Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?" ”
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, and now there is no one to pick
That is to say, man has not reached that place. Don't say who is weak and who is strong, who is small-minded and who is big-minded, if Lin Daiyu lives in a wealthy and stable family like Li Qingzhao, she is naturally a talented, romantic and lovely little woman. Li Qingzhao was adrift in the later period, and she also sent people under the fence, so her later words had an extra layer of sadness and bleakness. Words and phrases such as "the curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers", "flowers float by themselves, and the water flows freely", "the wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and the day and day are tired of combing their hair" and other words and sentences abound.
Some people may say that women are sensual, whether they are weak women or strong women, whether they are Lin Daiyu or Li Qingzhao, first of all, she is a woman. If you are a woman, you will inevitably be sentimental, easily sad, crying, and crying.
Women are prone to sentimentality, love to be sad, and love to shed tears
However, in reality, we see that many old men are still sad and sad for the withering of flowers, crying and sighing. Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty word cloud: "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried." Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow and hate water, they grow up. "The flowers are withering, heralding the return of spring. But Li Yu is not sighing at spring, but at life. Ouyang Xiu word cloud in the Northern Song Dynasty: "The rain and wind are raging in March and twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring." Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing. Flowers are flying, showing "rain and wind". But Ouyang Xiu is not showing the weather here, but expressing fate. Southern Song Dynasty Lu You word cloud: "Outside the post broken bridge, lonely and ownerless." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. "Flowers" into mud "symbolize the end of life". But Lu You is not lamenting Hua'er's life here, but lamenting the desolation, decay and Qi Ran that he has encountered in his lifetime. Even the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran, who was known for his indifferent temperament, sighed in the poem "Spring Dawn" that "the sound of wind and rain comes at night, and how many flowers fall", expressing his worries.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much
Whether you see it or not, whether you are a man or a woman, seeing the flowers withering will inevitably touch the fragile love strings in your heart. But most people don't really sigh for the flowers, but sigh for their life experiences, sigh for their own fate, and sigh for their own lives. This is the lyricism of borrowing scenery since ancient times, and supporting things and words. How else can we say that people are emotional animals? Touching the scene is bound to be emotional. Those who are talented and learned will dedicate masterpieces of poetry and literature; If you don't have the talent to learn, you will only scream "ahhh Regardless of whether you have talent or not, if you don't have affection, your heart will be like stagnant water.
We don't have to be talented people, but we will always follow the example of others. We will praise the pretty girl as a flower; We will also say that the misfortune of a woman who is like a flower and jade is "the death of the jade". We will say that we are "in full bloom" when we are happy; We also describe ourselves as "tears raining down" when we are sad. In short, we naturally and unnaturally associate our joys, sorrows, and life destiny with flowers. In fact, our life is originally a flower, and the withering of life is equivalent to the withering of flowers.
Our life is a flower
There is such a saying: "I don't know tomorrow or the accident, which will come first?" "Tomorrow comes first, that means we can continue to be a sunflower, shining in the sun. Even if we are poor, lowly, or disabled, our lives are laughing. The unexpected comes first, which means that only wild chrysanthemums and wild lilies are in front of our tombstones. Even if we are rich, noble, and sound, our lives are always reduced to zero.
The withering of flowers, as long as it is not deliberately picked and destroyed by man, always has seasons and seasons. The season is not enough, and the flowers are not grateful; When the season comes, the flowers will wither. However, the withering of human life is not limited by the season, or the longevity of a hundred years, or the death of a young man. Whether your flower will wither tonight, no one dares to say, no one has this confidence. I once had a friend who vowed to make more money and strive to build a happy kingdom the day before, but the next day he collided with a speeding car on the road, and the so-called happy kingdom in his vow was instantly wiped out.
I don't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident
The withering of flowers causes people's regret at most, but the withering of life makes people see that life is so fragile and the reality of life is so cruel and ruthless, and they can't help but lament it.
However, the flowers are lovely after all, as Lu You said: "Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before." This is exactly the sentiment of a noble person. Gong Zizhen also said: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." "The withering of flowers follows the law of life. Although withering, the fragrance does not disperse, and the spirit does not decrease, which is something that the living should learn and advocate.
It's best not to dwell on which comes first, tomorrow or the unexpected. Whoever comes first can't be changed. Since life is there, we must make life meaningful and happy, even if it is only for every minute. So, don't ask if it's withering tonight, just have a good dream to welcome tomorrow's sunrise.
Have a good dream and welcome tomorrow's sunrise