After watching a film and television work, I believe you will have a lot of feelings, so you must seriously think about how to write good feedback. Have you thought about how to write it? The following are my thoughts on peach blossoms, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.
Look at the peach blossoms and feel the 1 peach blossoms full of alcohol. Pink is gentle and moving, innocent. Enchanting, soft, naughty, cute and handsome. Awaken by the spring breeze and fall into the dust. Pink petals and yellow core are lazy and dazzling. Exquisite and gorgeous figure, with unspeakable sadness. The imperial concubine is drunk, it should be peach. That kind of bones are in a mess, the flowers are shaking, and there is a little alcohol, which is the most confusing. That color is full and split, and when your fingertips touch it, water will drip.
Buds are in bud, like shy girls in bud, looking forward to spring in the drizzle. A few days later, I woke up with a start, smiling in the east and west, and the flowers were surging-a kind of gushing, spraying flowers out of the chestnut branches. Peach blossom contains strong vitality and is the flame of spring. Pink, crimson, next to each other, crowded with branches, in full bloom, ostentatious, fanatical, clusters, clusters, dyed the clouds red. Magnificent, such as the sea, such as the tide.
Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country. A garden full of rouge, can't get carried away. Peach blossoms are brilliant, deep, lazy, charming, gentle, infatuated and intoxicated. The peach blossoms on the other side are light and thick, cold and bright, with the breath of Jiangnan. How many heroes lead a drunken life. Peach blossom is the color of beauty's cheeks and blood. Peach blossom is a colorful word left in the blood of literati, with decadent poetry. Peach blossom is a kind of luck and a kind of robbery. Everyone is waiting for this robbery and planting a peach tree in their hearts. Peach blossom contains blood, lust and peach blossom. After the prosperity, they are desolate. But that desolation is also covered with peach blossoms, a pot of wine, a sword and peach blossoms all the way. Rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of peach blossoms, which are decadent but beautiful.
Peach blossoms are willful. Extremely static and extremely dynamic. Silent and unscrupulous. Love is hate.
Don? Cui Hu's poem titled "The Village in the South of the City" said: "Today last year, in this door, the peach blossoms with human faces set each other off in red, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, even though people don't know where to go." Peach blossoms in the Tang Dynasty will never grow old after thousands of years, because love will never grow old. Love is not old. The peach blossom buried by Lin Daiyu is red, and so is the blood that Sister Lin vomited on the semi-old handkerchief given by Baoyu. Peach blossom is in the dust, and it is also an out-of-touch fairy.
Hu Lancheng said: "Peach blossoms are difficult to draw because they have to be painted quietly." . Peach blossom at the bottom is deep loneliness. And so lonely. Peach blossom is also cold, a very quiet flower deeply rooted in loneliness, so peach blossom is also the most gorgeous-extremely cold and gorgeous; Quiet to the extreme, it is noisy. All the beautiful women in the world are extremely lonely. The more lonely, the more elegant. Only when it is quiet to the extreme can it be beautiful to the extreme.
There is a feeling when you look at peach blossoms. People nowadays are keen on keeping in good health, so as to live a long and healthy life! Therefore, health programs are popular and health experts are flooding. In fact, if we carefully study the lives of some ancient poets, we will also find some secrets of health. For example, Liu Yuxi, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, is one year older than Liu Zongyuan. Both of them are scholars in the same list and are the core figures of Yongzhen's innovation. Their official careers are similar, and they both relegated to the south. But Liu Yuxi lived for 7 1 year, and Liu Zongyuan was 47 years old. In addition to biological genetic factors, Liu Yuxi is more open-minded and considerate than Liu Zongyuan in relegation to the next generation and hardships of life.
In front of me, this song "Du Xuanguan" is Liu Yuxi's satirical "lambasting" those political opponents who persecute him with spicy brushwork. We can see some clues from another title of this poem, "From Langzhou to Beijing Opera in the Ten Years of Yuanhe": the poet should write this poem by returning to Beijing from the place where he was demoted, and satirizing those who are powerful and dependent on them by looking at people and peach blossoms.
The first sentence, "the purple dust on earth", spring is full of imperial capital, flowers bloom and fall, the road is busy, the dust flies and the wind blows. Why? No one can't see the back of flowers. It turns out that so many people are so busy and travel-stained, just because they are vying to see peach blossoms. "No one" bluntly said that there are many people, and "there is no way" to show the satisfaction and ostentation and extravagance of the flower watchers to the fullest.
Three or four sentences, "There are thousands of peach trees in Du Xuan Guanli, which were planted after Liu Lang went", literally means that the flowers you saw and the peach blossoms you showed off were planted after I left Beijing. Here, the poet uses metaphors to imply that these peach blossoms planted later are my political enemies who came to power after I was demoted.
In fact, once this poem was sung, those powerful people could naturally appreciate the taste, so the poet was demoted again. It's just that all this is what the poet expects, so he will accept it calmly. In contrast, Liu Zongyuan lacks a general and mellow style in this respect. He had Jiang Xue's poems at the bottom of his life, but his artistic conception was relatively closed and detached, which was far from reality.
On the contrary, when Liu Yuxi was demoted, he was able to go deep into the people, widely collect folk songs and wrote many poems with folk songs. For example, "Rising in the East and Falling in the West, the road is sunny but sunny" is his masterpiece. It can be seen that Liu Yuxi can release himself well in adversity, and then promote his growth on another level. This may be the reason why he can recite "Qian Fan on the edge of a sunken ship and Wan Muchun in front of a sick tree" although he has been relegated for many times. It is both interesting and philosophical, and it is also a factor for his longevity.
Reflections on Peach Blossoms 3 Peach Blossoms belong to poets. I don't know whether the peach blossom provoked the poet or the poet provoked the peach blossom. Peach blossom and the poet's infatuation, plain and faint, have their own words to say. A pot of wine, a cup of tea, and flowers, flowers sleep. Red rain bursts, cinnabar dots, and pink patches fall all over the body. When I woke up, I touched it with my hand, and that faint love turned into poetry and painting.
Don't teach acacia to provoke peach blossoms. The most handsome man in the world is the poet Zhang. He said: "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat." Poets like to paint with poems. In fact, you don't need many peach blossoms, just "three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo". It is better to be wild, that kind of wildness, like the natural wildness in human bones, is more free and comfortable. "Peach blossoms bloom without owners"-famous flowers can be picked without owners.
Yan Shi said, "Dance low at the heart of the willow building and sing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan." Jie Jiang said in his poem: "The streamer is easy to throw people, the cherries are red and the plantains are green." In Du Fu's poem, he said, "Lovely crimson loves light red." In addition to the rosy clouds of 10,000 mu of peach blossoms, there is also a wonderful sight of peach blossoms dipped in water. If you suddenly catch a glimpse of a peach blossom on the cliff, it will be even more amazing.
Peach blossoms are pure and clean. In a dream of red mansions, Sister Lin is said to be a peach blossom fairy, and her fragrance is extremely weak, just like Sister Lin's Leng Xiang. Every peach blossom is like a light wing and strange girl's skin, as fat as jade as snow. Pavilions and pavilions, in the wild, foggy, rainy and windy, came alive spiritually.
Peach blossom is affectionate and romantic. "Crazy catkins go with the wind, fine peach blossoms chase the water", and there are even more "spring water fascinates the sky, peach blossoms wave, and the wind is evil." Draw boat curtains, buy flowers and bring wine, and the banks of Wuling River frequently steal eyes, with beautiful lips, and spend a night in chaos. Shallow dimples and a bad smile remind me of Yu Pingbo's Qinhuai River under the shadow of a paddle lamp, which is an erotic one.
Peach blossoms are everywhere. A dream of red mansions is full of peach blossoms, and Jin Ping Mei is full of peach blossoms. Peach blossoms always stay with willows, and the waist of peach blossoms and willows constitutes a stunning beauty. Peach with rain, willow with smoke, holding a round fan on the bridge dock of the warm air pavilion, panting to catch butterflies, what a romantic flow it would be. Sister Lin and Sister Xue are also very romantic. Zuo Zongtang said that their romantic love is a kind of psychosexuality, which transcends the body.
I have a feeling of seeing peach blossoms. I can look at you, I can look at you again ... After reading teacher Lai Shengchuan's Secret Love of Peach Blossom Garden, this song lingers in my mind for a long time. There are three kinds of love in the world that hurt people: love without love, gain without loss, gain without knowing. Secret love for Peach Blossom Garden tells the tragedy of three kinds of love with three stories with completely different tonality.
Secret love is not allowed to have shy and beautiful love; It is the love that runs through daily life. This story is not complicated. In the background of that era, the lovers, Yunhe and Jiang, thought that the separation was short-lived, but it was decades apart. On the stage, the two people next to the hospital bed met again, but the old man was as white as frost. The moment of holding hands on the other side, the restraint and forbearance under the years are touching enough. That sentence "can't wait any longer, and you will be old if you wait any longer." Against the background of the first night light, the witty girl said briskly, "It's beautiful to be old", as if she had finished her life for a hundred years.
Looking back at the actors, when Mr. Jin played Jiang, he was in better shape than Mr. Huang Lei and looked like an old-school scholar. The biggest feature of Mr. Jin is that he can combine the role with himself, so that I can't tell whether it is Jiang himself or the actor who plays Jiang on the stage. But Mr Huang Lei is different. He will tell the audience that in order to play this role well, he didn't even take part in Life of Desire and Extreme Challenge. Improvisation can really win the audience's knowing smile, but it will also dispel the "gas field" of drama. It is probably this kind of thing called "gas field" that makes Mr. Jin's version an insurmountable classic. In contrast, I prefer Mr. Jin's version. Teacher Huang Lei reads her lines carefully and methodically. I never noticed his relaxed side.
The story of Peach Blossom Garden is even sadder. Compared with Jiang Heyun's story, Peach Blossom Spring is laughed off. Wu Lingren's Lao Tao committed suicide because his wife cheated on others and embarked on the upstream fishing road. But nature plays tricks on people and strays into the Peach Blossom Garden. Under the education of similar husband and wife Chunhua and boss Yuan, they seem to be happy for a while, but they still can't let go of Wuling's wife. Anyone who wanted to be in Wuling, Chunhua and Boss Yuan, and anyone who wanted to be together, could not escape the triviality left by life. Old Tao, who saw this scene at home, wanted to go back to the Peach Blossom Garden, but he could never find the way to it. In the humorous plot, "suddenly meeting the peach blossom forest, there are hundreds of steps on the shore, and there are no miscellaneous trees" is like jumping out of the plot and saying, "How is it possible?" This probably laid the absurd irony tone of the play.
The truth of the story belongs to the woman in this real world. Liu Ziji and this mysterious woman once fell in love, but finally left without saying goodbye. They have no secret love that spans half a century, and there is no clear betrayal in the Peach Blossom Garden. They just don't know if they love each other. "Wan Liu Ziji, noble's also, smell, readily meter. Fail, finally find a disease, and then lose interest. " There is a crazy woman living in our hearts, looking for her "Liu Ziji" in fear and despair. Perhaps, as Jonathan Lee sang, I crossed the mountain only to find that no one was waiting. But this is what moved us: we were not firm enough, but we never gave up.
Secret love and the world of Peach Blossom Garden are always inseparable. They are an ordinary and solemn cycle of the universe. They are the Chu-Jianghan boundary where half flowers are burning and half paper money is tied together. It is Jiang Heyun, the Peach Blossom Garden and the Peach Blossom Garden, the actors who pour their feelings on the stage, and the people who invest in us under the stage. Absurd jokes and sad parting meet wonderfully here. Although they unfold in parallel, it is inevitable. I only hope that in the future, you and I can not miss those shy unrequited loves, and we can all have a peach blossom garden full of fun!
Peach blossoms are thin. Dai Yu's poem of burying flowers said, "The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossom." Thin as a peach blossom. The beauty is so unlucky because she is too thin. Although this kind of bone feeling is beautiful, it can't stand the years. As soon as the cold rain hit, it fell apart. Don't come loose, but also chaos, such as those women in the red chamber, only tall and beautiful, thin life, the play has not been finished, but it has long been a mess, falling everywhere.
Peach blossoms have grievances, which are related to romantic affairs. Every peach blossom dream is intoxicating and has its own injuries and pains. You can be affectionate and never give up, or you can be far away and near. Peach blossom is a sad beauty. Almost every household in the north and south of the Yangtze River has peach blossoms, which bloom in turn from south to north and stretch for thousands of miles. There are peach blossoms in ancient and modern times, which have come in turn from ancient times to the present for thousands of years. China is a land of peach blossoms. Without peach blossoms, there would be no poetry. Without peach blossom, you lose romance.
Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden is the most romantic chapter in the world, far away from the outside world, a fairyland and dreamlike. The emperors of China devoted themselves to turning their royal gardens into a paradise. Known as "Oriental Dream Art", Yuanmingyuan is a paradise that the Qing emperors dreamed of. The grass is flat, the setting sun is far away, the Taoxi is chaotic, the willows are turned gently, the mountains are splashed with ink, and the water is green. The emperor's eunuchs and maids dressed as firewood, fishermen and hermits, fishing and hunting in the peach blossom rain, poetic and picturesque, what an idyllic scenery. The noise of the world is far away, and the struggle between people is light, leaving only a quiet place. But yellow hair and blue eyes don't understand peach blossoms, which ignited the dream of the emperor of China.
Anthomaniac has existed since ancient times. Tao Yuanming in Jin Dynasty loved chrysanthemums, Zhou Dunyi in Song Dynasty loved lotus flowers and Lin Hejing loved plum blossoms, but Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty was a peach blossom idiot. He said in his poem: "Peach blossoms in the south of the village are infinite, and I come alone." "In April, the world is beautiful everywhere, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple." Peach blossoms have a short flowering period and will wither in a few days. If you want to see it for a long time, you have to follow the peach blossom from mountain to mountain like Bai Juyi. Tang Yin in Ming Dynasty was a peach blossom madman. "In Taohuawu, there are peach fairies in Taohuawu. The peach fairies race against peach trees. They pick peach blossoms in exchange for drinks ... others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I also laugh at others for not being able to see through, and I can't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, without flowers and wine." Peach blossom is wine, so chic and crazy. In ancient times, there was also a man named Pan An. When he was a county magistrate, he actually asked his farmers to plant peach trees in every household, just to see the romance of flowers. Pan An was the first handsome guy in ancient times, and the peach blossoms were really cute.
If you don't come to spring for a few days, you will be old. Peach blossom rain, arch eyebrows, thin shirts and light fans, marry Dongfeng. A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for wine to pour, melancholy. I just want to take a boat, go to the west bank of Shijie, find a garden among the wild smoke in Qiao Fei, and put this body. There are wine, poetry and peach blossoms.
There are peach blossoms in my heart, otherwise how could this spring come so early? Four or five days before the Spring Festival, the peach blossoms opened, so that when I saw them, I was suddenly surprised. I don't know how to describe this surprise. It's like suddenly seeing a woman who has been looking for a thousand years. She was too stunned to speak, just in a daze. I know, this is love. No matter the Millennium, although the mountains and rivers are old, this strange feeling will not grow old.
"Peach wants to die, burning its beauty." You are the bride in my book of songs, charming and breathtaking. This romantic feeling is in the bones. I only feel that the peach blossoms in my bones are full and jade Qing is shy. This is a miracle of nature. Chrysanthemum, osmanthus and peach blossom all open at the same time. Huang Chao wrote in Ode to the Chrysanthemum: "If I were Di Qing next year, the newspaper would open with the peach blossom." I helped him realize his ideal. Buddha said: All dharmas are born of the mind. Love in the heart blooms peach blossoms. Spring has really come, and rolling thunder and majestic spring rain are about to rise.
Beauty is like jade. Elegant and generous. Gentle and reserved, passionate and unrestrained. This is a flower in full bloom in my heart, my peach blossom. You are gorgeous, like a cloud falling from the sky, with dew, spitting English, charming in the branches of spring. Misty rain, like lingering love, moistens the life of this soul, reaching out and twisting the silk, a wisp of flower soul. Powder makeup is jade, yellow and tender, peach blossom red. I don't know how much loneliness is contained in that brightness.
This is a pure dream, pink burning. Perhaps from Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, or from the Peach Blossom Island written by Jin Yong.
Peach blossoms are like the sea. The more elegant, the more lonely. These noble pink flower fogs are amazing, exquisite and pitiful after the silence in winter. I have to sigh the magic of nature and appreciate her elegance. Peach blossom is idle, maybe in the corner, maybe in the corner by the river, maybe in the unknown wilderness.
Through the touch of misty rain and smoky wind, peach blossoms are faint, fragrant but not strong, sweet but not greasy. Whether it is sunny or rainy, it is charming; Whether it is heavy or light, it is gentle and graceful. White as snow, pink as chardonnay, red as fire, infatuated, blooming their own beauty. Peach blossom is beautiful, romantic, affectionate, elegant, naive, noble and warm. I think, except peach blossom, no flower can represent love. After all, roses are too vulgar, and they can't stand elegance, and they can't stand this fanaticism-the fanaticism of scrambling. This is a kind of madness, a kind of burning, and no flower can burn itself like this. Burning like hell.
Looking at peach blossoms has a wonderful idea and a happy mood.
The mood of listening to the wind has not faded, and spring is sensational in the branches. Dali in spring is an ocean of flowers, and fog in spring is an ocean of cars and people.
Peach blossoms bloom in the fog, about a landscape, about a flowering period, come to listen to the beauty of a flower in the fog. Let the mood overflow with colorful ripples.
I was in a hurry to see the flowers, because I started a little late for various reasons. There is a narrow road leading to the fog. Traffic came and went, and we were trapped in the middle of the road. The thorn flowers on the roadside turned white, so I simply got off the bus to pick them, to relieve the anxiety of waiting.
When the foggy day arrives, my friend says you have a long journey of ten minutes! They have finished looking at the flowers. After a short rest, we also began to enjoy flowers and listen to the sound of fog blooming. That voice must be full of pink romance and colorful artistic conception. Appreciating flowers may be just listening with your eyes, but feeling with your heart and intoxicating and purifying your mind with beauty. Only by feeling all the beauty with such a heart can we enhance beauty. Today we will be beautiful spokesmen.
March 5th is the launching day of the Peach Blossom Festival to promote this provincial tourist village. In fact, spring flowers are the best publicity, and everyone has a love of beauty. How can you miss such a beautiful scenery? Peach blossoms are all over the mountain, and flowers are all over the mountain. Fortunately, the peak hours are staggered, so you can enjoy flowers and listen to them.
I am familiar with fog books. I'm in no hurry to go to Taoyuan. I'll go to Longshulin first, a quiet forest. Is it full of noise today? Before I got to the forest, I heard the sound of spring water, which was a little cheerful. Is the running spring expressing its happiness? The spring water bypasses the forest and flows to Wu Bo pond, so there is a pool of green terraces with clear water, blue sky and white clouds at the entrance of the village, dotted with several yellow cauliflowers and pink patches in the distance. Looking around, it is a feast and a comfort.
The forest is still quiet and sunny, and the shadow of the dragon tree is mottled on the ground by the pool, and the water is flowing, which is a poetic scene. My friend said to find a place to sit down and take a picture of you. The name is Feng Ting. That's where I read last time. I said there is no wind today, it should be listening to spring.
With the journey of spring water, the fields in spring are fresh and lovely, the air is spotless, and the edge of the field is like a star, which seems to compete with peach blossoms for spring. Pink and purple are very beautiful.
Go back to Longshulin and follow the direction of the spring source. Taoyuan is in front of the forest. I can't get enough of people who love flowers. My heart has long been attracted by the sea of flowers, intoxicated by the beauty of fog, fascinated by Taoyuan, and placed in the sea of flowers. How can I not be infected?
Pieces of gardens, peach blossoms are so wanton and brilliant, like walking into a painting or a fairyland, which is unreal and empty. The fragrance of peach blossoms permeates the breath, and little bees are singing and flying around among the flowers, busy turning the fragrance of spring into nectar. This nectar should be the most beautiful product in the world. The son suddenly asked these bees how they were so smart that they always knew there were flowers.
Wandering in Taoyuan, intoxicated by the flowers, listening to the flowers carefully, listening to a touching spring song and a pink flower song, is there anything happier in the world? No wonder it is called Xanadu, a fairyland on earth. I think I'm almost a peach blossom fairy. There is no doubt that I am surrounded by this boundless pink, and my mood is very beautiful.
Before I came, some people said that Taoyuan would be finished soon. I think it's just a cursory tour. Few people listen to flowers like me! Every flower has its own voice. The voice of Chunhua is so beautiful. If you listen attentively, it will enliven your soul. I really want to listen to every flower, watch the dance of every flower, sing a hymn with the beat of spring, write every note in words, write a poem and a movement of misty spring, and beauty will always be infected. Amid all the fragrance, I hope our souls are already there.
I just want to stay in Taoyuan, indulge in the beautiful scenery of Taoyuan and linger. However, I didn't become a peach blossom fairy. I am still the ordinary me and continue my plain life. I just don't want to be carried away by the beauty of spring, and let my words be stained with some beautiful breath and enterprising breath through the beauty of spring, but I can't compare with the beauty of spring after all.
Then, with an upward heart, I feel all the beauty with my feelings. My heart is beautiful and everything I see is beautiful. My handwriting and people will be more beautiful, and the fog will be more and more beautiful. Because of fog's own diligence, this flower sea is the beauty created by labor.
I am about to leave the boundless fragrance, stand in the Taoyuan, close my eyes, open my arms, take a deep breath, integrate flowers into my heart, embrace beautiful feelings, turn them into fragrant words and spread them on the pages.
I can't bear to leave or say goodbye. I am intoxicated in the misty peach blossom forest, and the flowers in my heart inspire me to continue to work hard and cultivate a better life.
My family lives in Pinggu, where there is the largest peach planting area in the world, and the "Peach Blossom Festival" here is also very famous. Every spring, peach blossoms bloom, accompanied by the spring breeze, bringing spring to the world. People who have been bored for a winter also come out to enjoy flowers with the spring breeze. Today, my parents and I took Luo Yi's endless spring outing to a peach blossom garden, followed the fragrance all the way and walked into a sea of peach blossoms.
Pushing open the fence made of bamboo, we seem to be in a pink world, like a fairyland on earth, which is deeply intoxicating. A large area of peach blossom powder is as bright as the sky. How beautiful! From time to time, the spring breeze blows, and the petals sway with the wind, like a small butterfly, lifelike. Peach blossom is like a red little girl. What a lovely pink face!
Further inside, the color of the flowers began to change from deep to light. The uncle in Taoyuan said that it was caused by different varieties of peach trees. The peach blossoms here are purplish red with overlapping petals, like a beautiful and charming little sister; Some are pink, and the flowers are full and round, like a lovely girl; Some are light pink, with budding buds, like a shy little sister. I received a petal from the rain dancing in the spring breeze and looked at it carefully from the bottom. The color of the petals changes from deep to shallow from bottom to top, and they are shaped like small drops of water, which are very beautiful.
The stamens of peach blossoms are all yellow, and the pink column at the top looks like a glowing "little lantern". Sepals under peach blossoms are the only green in this sea of flowers. Although they are too small to be easily noticed, they are also like shining "green stars", setting off pink peach blossoms.
I like peach blossom, not only because it represents the characteristics of my hometown Pinggu, but also because of its character. Although peach blossom is not as noble as rose and fragrant as lily, it is the messenger of spring, and its beauty is pure, which is incomparable to rose and lily. At this time, a butterfly flew in and landed on the stamen of peach blossom from time to time. I think the butterfly must be intoxicated by the beauty of this world, so that it is so lingering!
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