DATE: 29 Sep 2008, 4:59 am / MOOD: Other

Friend, it is in you it is at nature which piece flowers
 Woman flower

"I spend one, plant it in my mind,

The purpose just budding is faint,

Wait towards I with the dusk of dusk secretly,

The person with the heart falls asleep.

The woman flower flickers in the human society,

The woman spent swinging lightly and lightly with the wind,

Only look forward to having a pair of gentle hands,

Can conciliate the loneliness of my heart.

  "

    Friend, night has been already deep, one slice is quiet all around, I so sit silently, it seems that all around is both immersed together with air in this sadly beautiful song, addicted to the woman and spend the faint fragrance, let that note sensationalizing twine the atrium that I have not seethed for a long time tightly like tendril.

  " the woman spends " this old song, because in CCTV eight sets of TV plays broadcast, the surge state of mind like tidal wave in my mind again, having finished seeing the big final result, I have these characters. The TV play as conduit wiring, with Qing Dynasty deep and vast gentle modest three frustration for the open wiring destiny of granddaughter, great scholar of the end, with one " night dinner picture " to hide nature's mystery, have explained woman's destiny like flower during those turbulent years to us. Author names three heroines the novel with the flower separately, this is exactly what the author's ingenuity is all about, not only has hinted the heroine's personality and destiny to us, it is in bud to show three women to us and spend even more, burst forth, the samsara of the withered life.



    Friend, yellow plum is lucky, finally and the loved person fly side by side, though such a final result was brought with countless people's blood and life, but during numerous and disorderly times, there can be a so satisfactory love in the smoke of gunpowder of flames of war, what then return the excessive demand? All one's life can have one ache she so, man to love her, who can say whom the happiness fill the air forever in the life fragrant and fragrant? If yellow plum one cold and red plum that turn on Ling, she hard and direct unyielding, abandon luxuriously, independently supercilious, she declare publicly firmness to defy severe cold, then like the bone of iron clank as plum patter of rain Wu, if the gentle gentle deep love is the flame that will never go out severe winter as plum. I have been moving it in their sorrowful but faithful love all the time, this likes seeming heavy extraordinarily under the circumstances that the personal enemy of the country hates the great such a background, after in heavy serious obstacle of breaking through, test that born and die, two hearts have no distance again, it is turned into a wisp of faint fragrance of flowers of gladdenning the heart and refreshing the mind among this world that this share loved from then on, make countless people get drunk so   


    So compared with yellow plum, Lin XueLian makes people anxious with Chen QiaoJu's destiny especially, the snow lotus, in order to protect relatives, steps forward bravely, murdered by Liu Jian's male cruelty, but her moral is that the chastity like lotus is beautiful and holy and pure, the skillful chrysanthemum should be lucid and elegant and magnificent like chrysanthemum of gold autumn, just the environment that she grows up is destined she to be a tragic personage, have Xiu OuYang, refined woman these Pan spend persistent pursuit in the love admire endlessly by me especially, though way that they love differ, who can bear, blame in the heart having silly womanning of love? Let people can't help, say with feeling if woman spend, study carefully their all one's life, brilliant if rosy dawn, sympathize with the people that spent, where? ! But the personal enemy hated in the country, in front of the major issues of principle, yellow plum, what OuYang Xiu,etc. showed loved infinitely greatly, iron-willed and unyielding quality is the most respectable, deserve our study most, only such a woman spends, could often bloom in the minds of common people too, magnificent and incomparable forever!

 

    Friend, is the woman true like the flower? If yes,I in this world which piece? When is in bud, when is in full bloom, when is withered, if a wisp of fragrant souls disperse when to melt the mashed that spring has set in, who be will that I burst forth once appearance, who will have pity on I bleak having who understanding I lithe, slim and supple quiet back to whom shadow dance, what kind of a kind of helpless and pain hide one   Think of these, like having countless yearning in the heart, the endless one sighs with deep feeling, it is desolate and miserable that there is not the speech.

 

 

    Friend, through the ages, many men of literature and writing describe different women with different flowers, I think I have a flower that often bloom too in the mind of each woman, the flower because age heavy and light and different, it is delicate and charming as before forever in our minds, or some women liken oneself to a kind of flower, then you are that delicate gentle winter jasmine beautifully, the rose flower with flourishing life? Is it a natural,graceful and poised and magnificent peony, or the rose that the abundant musical sound is enchanting? It is that the empty valley that the fragrance accumulates secretly is deep and remote and blue, the simple and elegant cloves of free from arrogance and rashness? It is the dull and carefree fresh tawny daylily, the lush and green Chinese wistaria of promising?

 

    I wonder whether I could carry on one's shoulder or back oneself beautifully in goblin's pool not charming? Use my time in all one's life and guard a pond of fresh water, gracefull between the green shadow, flicker in the matinal gently, burst forth my smiling at Ye; Unfolding in the evening mist gracefully, graceful and restrained my atrium, even if chilly air-cooled rain, I still mourn in silence as before, fearless to fear, listen to wind listen to rain listen to voice that time trickle, ask heart cloud light wind light only, calm and bright and limpid; Only ask having no dust to have no angstrom in all one's life, have neither enmity nor repentance, even if carry on one's shoulder or back and listen to the rain incompletely finally, I wait in the clear pool of green water here with the feelings not changing from days of old either, because own I once in full bloom to spoil face among glistening light of waves overflowing; Own cheerful chatting that I was once full of and full of when the wind strokes the bank of the willow; Stepping on the wave and person that comes will seek me as the brilliance which he puts alone definitely   

    Dear friend, which one flower can be told wholehearted youed in the nature?   

 



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