Philosophical Prose Describing Flowers

The Sound of Blossoms (Eileen Chang) I had roses at home, and not many days later, in the dead of night, I heard the sound of falling flowers. At first there was a tentative "pop", like a drop of rain hitting the table. Immediately after that, in a flurry of "popping" sounds, countless shot butterflies have fallen down from the sky.　At that moment, the night was so quiet, so quiet that listening to my own breathing was like listening to the rising and falling tides. The whole person is the sound of falling flowers hanging in mid-air, pointed ears, listening to the heart of a shock, like listening to a brewing conspiracy.　In the morning, a table full of fallen flowers lay still and quiet. Let a person how can not believe, it has experienced that a thrilling night.　The rose petals, even if they had fallen, were still alive and fresh, still had a fat texture, a satin sheen and warmth. I didn't believe it was the corpse of a flower at all, and always kept my mother from cleaning it up. Looking at them out of the crowded branches, free stretch lying there, seems to be more than clustered in the branches of a kind of beauty of the world.　In this world, the sound of falling flowers seems to be heard every day. Like cherry, pear, peach, such a soft and ethereal flowers, I never see their shedding as a kind of death. They just realize that they were once winged angels at the gentle call of the wind, and they try to break free of the branches and try to fly, gently. ...... There is one kind of flower that scares me. It does not ask questions, without any warning, in the unexpected whole whole capricious reckless irresponsible bones rolled down, really alarming.　Once kept a pot of camellias, is such a shocking death. I was horrified and have been afraid of camellias ever since. Afraid of its extreme and fierce, and that kind of suicidal sadness. I don't know how such a gentle and calm tea tree can bloom such a tragic flower.　Only the countryside that kind of small daisy, open not matter of publicity, thank you also subtle and silent. Its withering is not a storm that comes when it is said to come, it just remains quietly and warmly snuggled in the receptacle, a little bit thin, a little bit emaciated, and then without showing any sign of the winter's sluggishness, it grows old together with the whole season.　The Rejection of Peony By: Zhang Anti It is expected, admired and praised by the world because of its beauty.　It is so beautiful that it is graceful, elegant, gorgeous, and shocking to the world. Its beauty has long been determined by the world, recognized. Its beauty is not afraid of disputes and challenges.　How many people have never admired peonies?　But how many people have not appreciated peony, but they have to get on cars, trains, airplanes and ships, climb mountains and cross water for thousands of miles, and come from all over the world, carrying thirsty and expectant hearts, and pouring into the city of Luoyang like the Yellow River?　Ouyang Xiu once wrote a poem: "The flowers of Luoyang are the heaviest in the earth, and peony is especially strange in the world".　Legend has it that the peony was expelled from the capital and deported to Luoyang by Wu Zetian. However, it was not expected that the soil and water in Luoyang were the most suitable for the growth of peony. As a result, it became a trend for people in Luoyang to grow peonies, which flourished in the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. Every year in the middle of April of the solar calendar, thousands of peonies blossom in the streets and gardens, and the flowers and clouds of fragrance surround the city - a colorful city of peonies.　Therefore, you must go to Luoyang to see peonies. You can't have seen peony without seeing the peony in Luoyang. Besides, the peony in Luoyang has a little history, and it is famous for its value-added due to its relegation, so whether it arouses people's curiosity or not is not known.　This year was the ninth Peony Fair in Luoyang. Spring came late this year.　The city of Luoyang was cold and windy in April, with days of thick clouds and rain.　The streets were crowded with people who came from far and wide to see the flowers. Flower watchers step on the flower season that should be accurate every year. Obviously, the sycamore tree is leafing out, the willow branches are dripping green, the peach blossoms and pear blossoms are beautiful, and the begonias are already colorful - but the people of Luoyang say that spring has not yet come; the flower watchers say that the peony city is so quiet.　A cold and quiet Luoyang makes you feel that there is something wrong. You quietly close your eyes and can't bear to look for it. You take a deep breath to hide your last chance and step into the Wangcheng Park. You believe that peonies like to be lively by nature, you know that peonies are not like orchids that are used to loneliness, and you even have the selfish intention of wishing peonies to accept this early worship and admiration.　However, there were only a few light reds and a few pinks and whites in the garden full of green leaves and branches. On top of a clump of peony plants half a person high, there were thousands and thousands of large and full peony buds, all of which resembled peaches, but with their lips closed, teeth gently biting, and thin petals wrapped around each other in layers, revealing an arrogant and cold color, with no intention of blossoming at all. A large kingdom of peonies, it is a dull and depressed gray-green ...... A trace of pale sunlight reached out to try to caress it, but it was wooden and stagnant, indifferent.　Stunned and accompanied by disappointment and doubt - you wonder why the peony refuses, refuses the honor and praise that should belong to it?　So the flower watchers said that this Luoyang peony was really in vain; so the Luoyang people shook their heads and said that in fact, the Luoyang peony had never failed to fulfill its promise like this year, and that this spring was really too cold, and how could the peony be blamed for the cold wave following the cold wave? Back then, Emperor Wu Zetian ordered all the flowers to be sent out overnight to wait for her to visit the upper garden in the morning, and all the flowers opened up one after another in fear of the emperor's authority, but only the peony did not comply with the order, and preferred to be sent out to Luoyang. How can the peony change its nature so easily nowadays?　So you face the green peony garden, you can only exhaust the space of your imagination. Imagine its hot *** in the sunshine and warmth; imagine its splendor in the spring sunshine - peony blossoms like a thawing river, thousands of peonies blossomed overnight, and the mountains and the sky were shaken. The peony blooms like a thawing river, with thousands of flowers blooming in a single night, and the sky and the earth being stirred up. It has accumulated a whole year's essence, are in this just a few days in the roaring burst out. It does not open already, a open is to pour all of its net, and finally to open a country, the national color.　You may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple petals in your dream, and at this moment you have to create in your imagination Yao Huang Wei Zi Bean Green Ink Spreading Gold White Snow Pagoda Copper Sparrow Spring Brocade Nets Hibiscus Smoke Velvet Purple First Case Red Fire Alchemy Gold Dan ...... Imagine that the colorful clouds over the city of Luoyang are reflected by peonies in the blooming season; imagine that the peonies' fragrance trembles in the breeze and the dew at night; imagine that the trees and trees are moistened by the flowers' gas; and imagine that the peonies' fragrance is not as strong as that of the flowers. Imagine the colorful clouds over the city of Luoyang during the blossoming season; imagine the fragrance of peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; imagine the trees and houses being drenched with the flowers; imagine the pomp and circumstance of "twenty days of blossoming and twenty days of falling, and everyone in the city going crazy. Imagine that the peony gives you a remembrance of your disappointment and comfort and hope for the coming year. Peony creates mystery and perfection for itself - precisely in the days without peony, you visited and peeped into the personality of peony.　In fact, you didn't like the peony a long time ago. Because it was always worshipped as rich. Later, you witnessed a peony's blossom falling, and you believed that all people would be touched by it: a breeze came, and the delicate and fresh peonies in full bloom suddenly fell down, scattering gorgeous petals all over the ground. The petals are still bright and colorful when they fall to the ground, just like the feathers of a big bird that has been sacrificed to the altar, whispering a magnificent sad song as it leaves. Peony has no time to lose its flowers, either to twinkle on the branches or to return to the soil, it crosses the dwindling and aging, from youth to death, from beauty to disappearance. Although it is beautiful, it does not begrudge its life, even if it says goodbye, it will leave people with the last thrilling experience.　So in this cold April, the miracle will not happen. The peony remains unperturbed despite the displeasure and curses of the tourists. It doesn't stoop, it doesn't compromise, it doesn't pander, it follows its own flowering period and its own rules, and it has the right to choose a grand festival for itself once a year. Why doesn't it refuse the cold?　Flower watchers from all over the world are still pouring into Luoyang City in an endless stream. People will not reject the beauty of the peony because of its rejection. If it had been relegated ten more times, perhaps it would have multiplied ten Luoyang Peony Cities.　So you realize in your speechless regret that richness and nobility are just a difference of one word. Like human beings, flowers also have spirituality and taste. Taste is something that can only be understood by the spirit, soul, sinews and charms. When you admire the peony's outstanding appearance, you will realize how easy it is for the world to ignore or disregard the beauty of "taste".　Moonlight in the Lotus Pond I have been feeling quite uneasy these days. Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered the day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon, there should be another look it. The moon is gradually rising, the wall of the road on the children's laughter, can not be heard; wife in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my overshirt and took the door with me and went out.　Along the lotus pond was a winding little coal-chip road. This is a secluded road; few people walk during the day, and the night is even lonelier. On all sides of the pond, there were many trees growing luxuriantly. On the side of the road were some willows and some trees whose names were unknown. At night, when there is no moonlight, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is a good night, although the moonlight is still pale.　I was alone on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back. It was as if this part of the world were mine; it was as if I had gone beyond my usual self into another world. I love to be lively and calm, to live in a group and to be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of anything, I can think of nothing, and I feel free. The things I must do and say in the daytime can now be ignored. This is the wonderful thing about being alone, I'll just take advantage of this boundless lotus scent and moonlight.　On top of the curved lotus pond, there are fields of leaves. The leaves are very high out of the water, like the skirt of a pavilion ***. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. Breeze, send a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.　Moonlight like running water, quietly cascading on the leaves and flowers. A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; they were also like dreams covered with a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep is indispensable, but a nap is also very flavorful. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows were like paintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond was not uniform; but the light and the shadow had a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on the Van Shuren.　On all sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond heavily; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, listless, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. The most lively at this time of year is the sound of cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.　Suddenly, I remembered the lotus picking. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed a long time ago and flourished during the Six Dynasties; you can roughly know it from the poems. Lotus picking is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go. It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and there were also people who watched the picking. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di "lotus picking" said well: so the demon child girl, swinging boat heart; 鈥鷁 head back, and pass the feather cup; 鈥欋 will move and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and ping open. Er its slim waist bundle vegetarian, move the Gu step; the beginning of summer and spring, the leaves tender flowers, fear of staining the clothes and smile, afraid of dumping the boat and converge train.　Visible at that time to play the light of the scene. This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we have long been unable to enjoy it now.　Then I remembered the lines in the "West Island Song": "Picking Lotus in Nantang in the fall, the lotus flower passes one's head; looking down to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is as clear as water". Tonight, if there are lotus pickers, the lotus here is also counted as "over the head"; only to see some of the shadow of the flowing water, is not possible. This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end. --Thinking so, suddenly looked up, do not realize is already their own door; gently pushed the door into, what sound is not, his wife has been asleep for a long time.　Poet Kang Qiao's prose "Let the flowers be more beautiful". Make Flowers More Beautiful Kang Qiao Flowers are the best gift from God to mankind. People believe in fairy tales as much as they believe that there are spirits of beauty living in the stamens of flowers. So, for a long time flowers have represented our love, career and health. Flowers, it is a symbol of almost all good things. For the living earth, flowers do not suddenly fall from the sky, not even the green color that surrounds them! They underwent an equally long preparation for life in order to welcome mankind. In the middle of the Paleozoic Era, plants began to march from the sea to the land. That's when our land began to appear green. Earlier plants did not flower. The earliest green on land was dominated by the amniote plant, which reproduces by spores; it has no seeds. After the Mesozoic era, our green world became abundant. In addition to amniotes, ginkgo trees, conifers, and sundews (ironwoods) began to appear, all of which are gymnosperms. The male and female flowers of gymnosperms are separate, and the seeds of gymnosperms do not have an ovary. The German poet Goethe suggested that flowers metamorphose from leaves. Dissecting a primitive flower and observing its form in detail convinces us that there is some truth in the poet Goethe's words. A well evolved flower, with its calyx, corolla, androecium and gynoecium, differs so much from the green leaf form that it is difficult for us to see the connection between flower and leaf. But when we face a magnolia flower and look closely, we will find that the nine perianths of the magnolia flower resemble the shape of a leaf. Magnolia belongs to a species of the genus Magnolia in the family Magnoliaceae, the most primitive family of flowering plants. Magnolias have not yet differentiated into a calyx and corolla; the androecium and gynoecium are arranged in separate spirals. In the Magnoliaceae family there is a species of Degenera, whose stamens and pistils are more like the shape of a leaf. Dejianle wood is distributed in the South Pacific, Dejianle wood's carpels are also like a leaf, its pistil does not have a style, the ovary is like a vial, especially the stigma is not like the general plant as born in the ovary at the top of the rounded, its stigma in the two sides of the carpels joint from the top downward extension, very much like a leaf folded over. Magnolia is the earliest flower on earth. It did not begin to appear until the late Cretaceous period. This plants that can produce petals we call angiosperms, angiosperms have stamens and pistils that grow together, and the seeds are encased among the ovaries. Ironwoods, which predate magnolias, bloom less frequently and have irregular flowering periods. Ironwood flowers do not have green calyxes or beautiful petals that attract insects. Of course ironwoods that don't have petals can't be called angiosperms yet, but only gymnosperms. Yes, the flower is not born, nor is it born beautiful. It is the same experience from simple to complex, from a single to colorful process. For a long time, people have tried to find ways to make flowers more beautiful. People have used genetic engineering to change the color, shape and duration of flowers to produce new varieties that are difficult to obtain with traditional horticultural techniques. Using genetic engineering, scientists have transferred the chalcone synthase gene into petunias, realizing the appearance of different shades of flower color on the same plant. The genetically modified petunias bloom in three different colors: purple, white, and purple and white inlaid. So far, scientists have successfully transferred exogenous genes to roses, petunias, carnations, tulips, chrysanthemums and other favorite flowers. Since the 20th century, the flower industry has gradually become an industry with high economic benefits. The worldwide sales of the flower industry amount to 100 million dollars annually. Make flowers become more beautiful, this is not just have modern science and technology today only have the idea, our ancient people have long been on this brain. It can be said that our country on the cloning of flowers as early as the Tang Dynasty. It is rumored that Han Yu's nephew had the strange art of planting flowers. The story of Han Yu's nephew's cloning of peonies was recorded in Youyang Miscellany Chopping Board. A distant nephew of Han Yu came from Jianghuai. Seeing that his nephew was very young, Han Yu let him accompany his children in the college. The children were all *** by Han Yu's nephew. When Han Yu knew this, he sent him to a monastery on the west side of the street to study. After ten days, the master of the monastery said that he was frivolous and rude, so Han Yu had to let him go back, and Han Yu scolded his nephew: "What on earth can you do?" The nephew apologized to Han Yu and said slowly, "I have a skill that I hate my uncle for not knowing!" He pointed to the peony in front of the steps and said, "Uncle, if you want this peony to bloom in green, purple, red and yellow, just tell me!" Han Yu was so amazed that he got him what he needed and asked him to test it once. Han Yu's nephew used curtains and other things to cover up the peony bushes from people's view, dug the peonies on all sides, right down to the roots, wide enough to sit down a person, and used some light powder and vermilion and other things to treat the peony's roots in the morning and in the evening. After seven days, he buried the pit. He said to Han Yu that it would be one month at the latest. It was early winter. The peonies had purple flowers, but when they bloomed, they became yellow and red, and each of them had a couplet of poems with distinctive purple handwriting. On the cloned peony flowers, Han Yu read the poem he made when he left the border: "Where is the home of the clouds across the Qinling Mountains, and where is the horse that is not moving forward in the snowy Blue Pass?"...... Peony is the national flower of our country, and peonies have red, white and purple colors, and there are positively haloed peonies and invertedly haloed peonies, and there are also In the old books, there were the "positive" peony, the "negative" peony, and the "acacia peony. Chang'an used to worship peony. At the end of spring, there were endless streams of carriages and horses browsing the peonies, and people were ashamed of not being able to enjoy the peonies in the vicinity. Many temples and Taoist temples planted peonies, and some of them could earn tens of thousands of dollars from a single peony. In the past, flowers could only be cloned with dyes. It is also recorded in the "Zoan of Northern Dreams" that Han Yu's nephew had a strange skill of planting flowers. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Ruhu was in charge of Huzhou, where there was a family that specialized in dyeing clothes, and there were green lotus flowers growing in the pool. Du Ruhu had someone collect the seeds of these green lotus flowers, and when he returned to the capital and planted them in the pool, some of them turned into red lotus flowers. The minister felt very strange, so he wrote a letter to ask the dyers. The dyer wrote back, "I have a big indigo urn that has been used for three generations, and I used to soak the lotus seeds under the urn for one year, and then planted them again. If the seed of the green lotus planted is used as seed, then it turns red. This is its restored nature, and what is strange about it?" So the soaked lotus seed was again given to Mr. Du. Traditional dyeing can change the color of the flower, and so can the climate. Flowers belong to spring! However, one flower cannot create a spring. Colorful flowers adorn our beautiful world. New varieties are cultivated through artificial selection, and 35 chrysanthemum varieties are depicted in the book "Chrysanthemum Spectrum" of the Song Dynasty in China. Author Liu Meng pointed out that peony-like flowers often show variations, and new varieties can be formed by selecting and preserving the variations. Our ancestors not only recognized the universality of variation and the relationship between variation and environmental conditions. People also made full use of mutations as materials, and widely adopted the techniques of saving the best and eliminating the worst to keep and select seeds, which created beautiful and incomparable new lives. Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty talked about the use of germination to select and cultivate new species of peonies in his Record of Peonies in Luoyang. The Chinese nation is a flower-loving nation. Many famous flowers have been cultivated in thousands of years. For example, the ten most famous flowers: orchid, plum blossom, peony, peony, peony, lotus, camellia, azalea, moonflower, chrysanthemum, osmanthus, and so on. Despite its great advantages, traditional flower breeding still has its limitations. Plant cloning not only reproduces quickly, but also avoids the offspring mutation that occurs with seed reproduction and allows for disease-free and harmless plants. Flowers are beautiful, yet they are also delicate. Most flowers only open in the spring and fall in the fall. Using genetic engineering to figure out how to extend the opening time of flowers, scientists have bred three types of long-lived carnations that bloom at least twice as long as traditional flowers. Scientists are working to make flowers span the seasons, allowing summer flowers to open in winter as well. Making flowers even more radiant, scientists have also transferred genes related to luminescence from glow worms into the cells of plants to produce genetically modified tropical orchids that glow at night. Let the night flowers fluorescent flash, let the Christmas Eve Christmas tree transparent, our world and flowers as brilliant.　I like those flowers that are so beautiful that they are solid and heavy, like lilies, lotuses and cottonwoods, but I also like those flowers that are so beautiful that they make people feel sad, especially those that bloom in the spring and whose petals are so thin that they look like they are about to disappear, like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, plum blossoms, pansies or cosmos.　 The colors and lines of the flowers are always "real," but the scent of the flowers is a kind of existence between the "virtual" and the "real.　There is a kind of flower, like the night fragrance, the fragrance is wild and brutal, indeed is "the fragrance of flowers want to break Zen" kind of fragrance, the smile and white orchid's fragrance is non-vegetarian, jasmine is vegetarian, vegetarian and tea, daffodil is more beautiful, a daffodil's reflection is simple straight to be a piece of alum, can be made a pool of water are clean and clear.　 The fragrance of gardenia and woody orchid is always in the warmth of the day and the wind is only fragrant, so it is also particularly anxious, because I do not know when it is gone.　 The flowers on the trees are novels, with branches and trunks climbing on the horizontal cross structure, bending down its gorgeousness in the sky, "a tree by the river with drooping hair", "Huang Si-niang's house is full of flowers, a thousand and ten thousand of them press down on the branches", there are endless stories in it with many layers and angles.　 Grass flowers are poems that, because they are short, look like they just popped up from the ground, a kind of essence, vividness, condensation, and concentration of beauty.　 Prose is climbing vine flowers, such as the nine-star, camellia, wisteria, loosestrife, and even petunias, loofahs, and lentils, all of which bloom with a sense of spontaneity wherever they go. Climbing flowers seem to be careless, but when you look back after the whole season, there is not a single one that is not in order - whether it is blooming between the hedges, splashing on the trellis, clattering down the melon trellis, or dripping unashamedly on the slopes, or even mischievous and tricky to climb up the old trees and revive the dead wood! ...... They all have their own styles, indeed, the loofah has its own grammar and the petunia its own rhetoric.　 If there is any flower that can be called a stage play, it is probably the blossom. It is a kind of complete time art, living and dying between the opening and closing of the silk curtains, every second of its life is "moving", and it strictly observes the "one place" and "one thing" of classical drama. "What moves me is not the accidental whitening of the petals in a night or the occasional fragrance of the stamens, but the almost audible process of dismantling and unfolding of the flower.　 If literary criticism were to be compared to flowers, it would probably be like the cactus flower, which is tall and scary, with many thorns and few flowers, but rises up from the ground like a thunderclap - of course, a good cactus flower is still beautiful to the point of death.　 The colors of the aquatic flower are naturally good, a very vivid ink painting, and the aquatic flower is always surprising, as if it were a little too good to be true. Flowers on the ground are good enough, flowers in the valley are good enough, and flowers springing up in the water is simply unbelievable, but it is there as if it is possessed by evil. Water flowers are lotus or, water lily or, daffodil or, white so that people are at a loss for calla lilies or, there is a purple rustling up into a full bunch of what seems to be called water lily or, have a strange characteristic: they do not care to bloom it for miles and miles, it looks like each one of them is quiet and lonely, the kind of Ling Ling Ran seems to be independent of time and space outside of the faraway, the water flowers are probably a section of a Euphemism School of small lyrics. The water-born flower is probably a small lyric belonging to the Euphemism school, a flower born by chance when the strings touch the water.　I want to kill you, where you come back to listen to his song, can not because there is no something not necessary in the next person to see this look! A person walking will not be tired is not a child present! A person a kind of feeling is not a little thing to do wrong it! 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