It’s hard to get the crowd to rush to the peony. Many people will sigh and finally see it. They have been longing for the peony flowers, but they are like hibiscus flowers and chrysanthemums. But it’s really unheard of. Some feelings don’t rise on the way back. We can’t afford to face the truth when we have some beautiful imagination. This kind of face has shattered our beautiful imagination.
It’s not this time that I met peony. I remember two years ago, a friend who was traveling in Japan asked me to watch the peony exhibition in the suburbs of Tokyo. That night almost made me insomnia during my trip to Lawton. I always dreamed of lighting up the aesthetic experience of poets and artists from the Tang Dynasty. However, I am not so strange to peony. I have seen the painter’s most delicate and detailed description in several fan-shaped albums, and I have also seen the red and fragrant silhouette in several poems. However, I am going to see the peony flowers alive today, and my heart is not rippling.
The moment I saw the peony in China, I was disappointed. The disappointment was not because the peony was not beautiful, but it was worthy of the title of the emperor’s flower. However, it was still beautiful from our heart’s expectation. Moreover, the peony has always been a symbol of people’s wealth and good fortune. Although it is much better, it is tacky.
After reading the peony, I sat in the quiet Chi Pan of the Japanese Garden and got lost in thought. Is it me or the peony? Why does everyone say that the beautiful peony is just an ordinary flower in my eyes?
Peony or Peony in Chang ‘an in the Tang Dynasty is this modern age, and this problem is still in Tokyo. I love poets and painters through their pen talents. I have the impression that peony has cast an excessively beautiful image, and because I grew up in Taiwan Province, I have seen peony and put my homesickness on peony’s brilliant red petals.
Fake peonies have never been praised. What would I think of peonies?
How many peonies have been planted in my yard?
I think peony will be as beautiful as I grow chrysanthemums, roses and daffodils, and I can enjoy a kind of flower.
I left the Japanese garden with a lonely heart, and I felt a kind of loneliness when I looked at flowers in the towering pine forest.
The only thing that deeply shocked me was that in the garden, I saw that the most beautiful peonies were planted in China, which was planted in succession after the Tang and Song Dynasties. In spring, China peonies were everywhere. On the contrary, some Han people living in the south of China never managed to find a peony.
Garden stalls sell peony seeds, vendors plant small bags for packaging, and my Japanese friends have been encouraging me to buy some seeds and plant them in Taiwan Province. I picked a few China seeds and came back, but none of them sprouted in my flowerpot.
This time, my peony friend, who saw the peony flower exhibition in the Palace Museum, told me that these peonies were introduced from Japan and planted successfully.
Isn’t the Japanese species China species? I asked.
Of course, the most important species is China, but the Japanese attach great importance to peony. They have improved the species and increased the color. Compared with China, the species is somewhat inferior.
This is really unexpected. China planted it in Japan, but we planted it in Japan. Those who know peony almost don’t know where it is planted. It is happy to put it on the strange road of China peony. It is really an unknown journey.
Looking at peony in Taipei every day has the same mood, that is, peony is a kind of flower despite its various noble names. To say that flowers are planted by ourselves and grown in ordinary flower pots, the flowers are the most cherished, even though they are worth a lot of money.
When I came back from the good garden, I watered the flowers on the balcony and saw that I had planted a pot of unicorn grass. Because of the spring, some reddish flowers were at the end of the road, which was not unusual at all, and it would not attract people to stop. But it was as beautiful as I saw peony, because we worked hard in those flowers, and we were pregnant with our love.
The Duchess of Windsor is also a case in which lovers in the world shed tears and love floated in our chest since we were young, and then we made such an ambition that I would like to put my right hand on the mountain and my left hand on the mountain to embrace the left hand beauty.
But ambition is ambition. We can’t have all the beauties at the same time. If possible, we can’t even let go of a generation of lean Napoleon. He can’t stay in the realm of drunken beauty.
It is difficult for ordinary people to make a small sacrifice in love. Is it to abandon the country and pursue love?
Imagine that King Wells, who was graceful and ready to succeed his father George V to the throne, became Edward II, and he was the most admired king by girls in the world at that time. It was a piece of cake to find the most beautiful, brilliant and intelligent wife.
He should have the best and most beautiful peony, which is what Britain expects.
But he is not a peony.
He fell in love with a divorced couple, Mrs Simpson.
Mrs Simpson’s name was Alice, who was thirty-four years old and was a London businessman. Mrs Ernest was neither young nor beautiful, neither rich nor well-educated. Her body was not healthy, and stomach problems often occurred in the eyes of the British people in the 1930 s. Mrs Simpson was simply in love with this woman.
That kind of mood is conceivable, so I came to watch it with our peony friends in a garden. My friends walked around the garden for a long time and said that the purple sorrel in the corner of the garden was really beautiful.
Gorgeous silk is like that purple sorrel, and it is not the first time that it has been released for the third time.
Later, Edward the Great gave up the country even though the Prime Minister fell out. It is well known that the story has become a real and moving love model in this indifferent century.
I don’t want to comment on this love. My interest is that everyone says peony is good. Do we think peony is beautiful? Why don’t Zhu Jin say it bravely? Or can we make all the conditions to touch the true face when we face the test of love? Can we put aside all the material things and face the heart?
Many women in this world have diamond jewelry mink coats, but few women really think diamond jewelry mink coats are beautiful, and most of them know its price.
The beauty we find in the light of diamonds is not necessarily pure beauty. The beauty we find in shells by the sea is pure beauty. The beauty we see in millions of orchids is not necessarily true beauty. The real beauty is that we see rape flowers flying in the wind by the roadside.
Love peony is the same.
Mrs. Edward Simpson’s love is not necessarily pure and true beauty, but it is not pure and true beauty until David Wallace.
Peony is put in a flowerpot, and the ice cubes are frozen for everyone to glance at. It is not really beautiful, but it also comes to the earth, where all the flowers grow together.
We don’t have to admire Mrs. Edward Simpson. We should cherish ourselves and have a little love. Although our love is ordinary and small, it is irreplaceable even if people send me to the country. Love is great and my little country is full of feet.
We don’t have to admire peonies. We have to cherish chrysanthemums, roses, roses, jasmine, cockscomb flowers and chicken droppings. That’s it. It’s not beautiful to blossom in this land. I’ve seen the beauty and grown this little peony.
Return the king flower to the emperor.
Return the flowers to the queen.
I leave the truest, simplest, most beautiful and loving breath to myself. I am a country, and I am a full universe.
June 1, 1996
Pure lotus
Soft heart is the bud of great compassion, and soft heart is also a kind of bodhisattva. Soft heart is the spring source that we can always feel when we live in the secular world.
Occasionally walking on the sidewalk, I suddenly see a sunset hanging at the end of the street from the street. At this time, I will think that this beautiful sunset really shows that the day is coming to an end.
Occasionally, on a certain road, I see kapok leaves falling off, dark brown and lonely in the street. At this time, I will think that kapok has fallen into life again and see how many times the beautiful kapok can be released.
Occasionally, at the roadside cafe, a green light comes on, and an old woman in plain clothes leads her granddaughter across the road in a hurry. At this time, I will think that the old woman used to be a girl as beautiful as a flower, and that girl will become an old woman leading her granddaughter one day.