Who said that the beauty of April in this world is exhausted?
On the streets of Jiangnan in late spring, you will see strings of purple-white flowers hanging from the tall cloud trees. They sway in the wind and dance to their heart's content, like natural flowers. The waterfall cascades thousands of miles from top to bottom, flowing with a dreamy and charming atmosphere.
The romantic and beautiful wisteria blooms with the gentle spring breeze, and the air is filled with a faint sweet fragrance. Her transparent purple figure under the sun is ethereal and elegant, weaving beauty for someone dream?
The flower language of wisteria is intoxicating love and yearning for Yiyi.
This reminds me of the hit Qiong Yao drama "A Dream Behind a Curtain" like a dream:
I have a dream, and I don’t know who I can have sex with.
There are so many secrets in it that no one can understand if you want to tell them.
The dew outside the window is deeper and heavier, and the fallen flowers turn into graves tonight.
Spring comes and goes without a trace, leaving only a curtain of dreams
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A touching story echoes in the soulful and beautiful theme song:
The elder sister Luping in the play is a nearly perfect girl. Not only is she good at homework, she is also an excellent ballet dancer. However, the younger sister Ziling thinks that she cannot compare with her elder sister in all aspects. She has a secret love for her childhood sweetheart Chu Lian, but Chu Lian and her sister Lu Ping are recognized as a couple in everyone's eyes, so she has no choice but to secretly bury her personal feelings in "Yilian Youmeng".
The wisteria flowers floating in the breeze are similar to the purple water chestnuts in "A Blind Dream". On the spring stage where hundreds of flowers are blooming, watching the stars taking turns to appear on the stage, the wisteria flowers stand quietly in the corner, smiling lonely, with appreciation for the sisters in the smile, but also a trace of bitterness. ...
However, it is this kind of non-competitive and affectionate temperament, like the orchid in the deep valley, exuding a charming light that makes people who appreciate her and love her moved. .
Literature writers of all ages have left poems praising wisteria. The poet Li Bai said in "Wisteria Tree":
The wisteria is hung with cloud trees, and the flowers and vines are suitable for spring.
The singing birds are hidden in the dense leaves, and the beauty is in the spring breeze.
In just a few words, the wisteria tree is outlined with tall vines, large vines and dense leaves. Only the chirping of birds can be heard, but no birds can be seen. The fragrant fragrance emitted by the wisteria flowers attracts a flood of beauties admiring the flowers. The incoming wonderland.
Li Deyu of the Tang Dynasty also described the bright and dazzling wisteria flowers in his poem "Recalling the New Vine", like red and purple strawberries dotted among the green moss. When the sun shines through the dense leaves, it is like a colorful phoenix flying in the green forest...
"Recalling the New Vine"
I heard the Spring Festival Gala on the Bitan. The wisteria is blooming.
The water looks like the morning glow, and the forest suspects that the colorful phoenix is ??coming.
The delicate fragrance condenses on the island, and the colorful berry moss reflects.
If gold and valley merge together, the brocade account should be returned.
In the eyes of viewers, wisteria flowers are really beautiful. The tangled vines are intertwined on the wall shelf, and the lavender flowers bloom among the vines, as if they are telling dreamlike stories.
When the breeze blows, clusters of purple flowers carry a faint floral fragrance, like a string of purple wind chimes. The gentle flowing time and quiet years awaken those sweet memories in the journey of life. ...
Spring comes and goes without a trace, leaving only a curtain of dreams. I really want to be immersed in the purple clouds, fall into the dreamland woven by wisteria flowers, and follow the strings of purple elves, carrying Yiyi's thoughts, dancing gracefully in the wind of time, and creating a quiet fragrance.
Text/Photography? Dance of the Wind