Appreciation of the Full Text of Li Guangtian's Flower Tide

Brief introduction of the author

Li Guangtian (1906 ~ 1968) was born in Zouping, Shandong. No. Xi Cen, pen name Li Di, et al. , is a modern essayist. 1929 was admitted to Peking University Foreign Languages Department. The following year, he began to publish poems, and met his classmate He Qifang of Bian He Philosophy Department. After the publication of Hanyuan Collection, a collection of three poems, it was called "Hanyuan Three Poets". 1935 returned to Jinan to teach middle school after graduating from college. 194 1 Go to Kunming in autumn and teach at National Southwest Associated University. After the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), he served as director and deputy provost of Chinese Department of Tsinghua University, and vice president and president of Yunnan University. There are prose collection, Hanyuan collection, gallery collection, silver fox collection, shrub collection and so on.

There is a Yuantong Temple in Kunming. Behind the temple is Tongyuan Mountain. It used to be a barren hill, but now it is a park called Tong Yuan Park.

The park is on the hill. There are pavilions, pools, pavilions, flowers and trees, birds and animals.

Along the back hill, there is a large area of begonia, which is generally very thin and its leaves are not noticeable. From March to April, it is really a world of flowers.

These days, the weather is particularly good, the flowers are blooming just right, and the people watching it are the most. "There is no one who doesn't see the flowers coming back." In offices, restaurants, parties and on the road, people often hear questions and answers: "Did you go to see Haitang?" "I have been there." Or, "I'm leaving." On Sunday, the roads met, and the news about Tong Yuan Begonia caused a lot of controversy. For a time, it almost became a kind of air, even a kind of pressure and a kind of temptation. If anyone doesn't go to Tong Yuan to see flowers, it seems to be a great pity, so they have to squeeze out some time to play.

On Sunday, we also went to see flowers. Yes, many people went to see the flowers all the way. Into the park gate, climbing the mountain step by step, shoulder to shoulder, more people. Looking up, you can only see a red cloud without seeing the edge through the thick green shade. It is really "the temple gate is still early, the flowers bloom first, and the sky is full of beautiful clouds." At this time, nothing can stop tourists, such as pine trees, cypresses, green trees, bamboo pruning and so on. Everyone climbed to the highest peak in one breath and drowned in the red sea of begonia. There is a road in the back hill, with begonia on both sides. People sit under the flowers and walk on the road, but they can't see the blue sky outside the flowers or the other world outside the flowers. Flowers are in full bloom, early, not yet open, late, it has failed. "Thousands of flowers bent the branches." Every tree is showing off its heyday, and every flower is trembling in the branches in the breeze to express its joy. "There are countless flowers blowing clouds, a splendid tourist road", yes, it is a flower lane, a flower street, flowers all over the world, can be described as a flower ceiling. However, all these statements are not enough to explain the dynamics of flowers. It's better to have "four flowers in full bloom" and "four mountains in full bloom". The ancients really had their own way of writing poems. They are good at telling the main points and the momentum of flowers. Don't run around. Calm down. Look at the endless flowers, "like the night coming from Qiantang". There is wind, flowers move, there is no wind, flowers move like a tide. Under the sunlight, each petal has its own shadow, just like how many waves are churning in the sea. The more I look at it, the more I feel that this flower tide extends to the sky in all directions, as if there is a constant vitality. Besides, you can hear the sound of the tide. Who knows, it may be the human voice under the flowers, the buzz of bees among the flowers, the song of an oriole somewhere, or the piano, singing and laughter of a flower watcher somewhere. All these intertwined, coupled with the wind, are like the midnight tide at sea. Everyone came to see the flowers, but what do you think of them? Some people are tired of walking, so they choose the best place to sit down and watch. After a while, they felt that this place was not good enough, and maybe another place was better. So they stood up, reluctant and full of yearning, and slowly moved to other places. Most people are walking around under the flowers. Look under this tree, ok, look under that tree, or stand under another tree and look carefully. It's better this way. Look, think, look, think. Some people are generous, just stop to watch, some people are greedy, reach out and hold a flower and shake it, or simply smell it with a crooked nose, smell it again, or even smell it three times. "The sergeant of God War is fascinating." . People are really helpless in front of this beautiful scenery.

The old man talked to himself while looking at the flowers, or muttered something. The old mother looked at the flowers and led her grandchildren on crutches. She broke a flower and pinned it to her bun. Young people dress neatly, as if they were attending some grand event. Many people wear white shirts, some even silk shirts, and some even short-sleeved shirts. It seems that summer has come to them. Looking around, I look at flowers and people, and I look very proud. Young women are also neatly dressed. Many people wear flowered skirts, as if to compete with flowers. Some people stand out with a little rouge and lipstick. However, in this colorful world, people feel indifferent. It is natural to think of Gong Zizhen's "Song of Falling Flowers in the Western Suburb", saying that "if 84,000 heavenly daughters wash their faces, they will pour rouge into this pool together", which is indeed a bit too much, but it is not realistic. Pupils, wearing beautiful red scarves and carrying slingshots, came, but they didn't shoot. Even if there was a bird, he didn't shoot and was drowned by this mindless flower. Painters are adjusting colors to sketch flowers, and people watching flowers are surrounded by painters, who are fascinated by painting flowers. People who like to take pictures run around with their cameras, and they don't know whether to shoot flowers or people, whether they are afraid of people covering flowers or flowers covering people, or whether they should choose the best lens so that people who like flowers can always be accompanied by the most beautiful flowers. Some people are drinking tea, some are playing the piano, some are playing chess and some are playing bridge. Kunming has four seasons like spring, and there are flowers in all seasons. But whether it is camellia, primrose, plum blossom or rhododendron, it is not as lucky as Haitang. There are so many people who visit and enjoy it so enthusiastically that they are eager to catch up with this flowering season. There are peach blossoms and the like, which are still in bloom. There are several peach trees in full bloom near here. "The scarlet parrot is green and natural. When you look back, the peach is pale." They seem to be very cold. They stay on the ground and no one pays attention to them. On the top of the mountain in Tong Yuan, you can see Xishan and Dianchi Lake, and you can see Lin Ping and Yuan Ye, but at this time, everyone is looking at the flowers and can't care about anything.

Looking at it, I'm really tired. Let's find a place to sit and have a rest. Where is nobody? They are all human beings. Sitting next to a group of flower watchers, I overheard people talking about it. I don't know which school they are literature teachers. They are chanting poems and discussing;

One chanted, "I asked for flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing with red."

One said, "It's not good, there are so many tears!" "

Another person sang: "A flower flew away, but it turned into spring, and the wind was so sad."

Another said, "it's still not good, even though it's a good sentence of the poet."

A young man scrambled to say, "many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the buds will be discussed in detail." Is it also a poem by Du Fu? "

One person replied: "Good, good, healthy mentality, talking about metabolism."

Before he finished, a man went on to say, "Well, it's not as good as Ding Gong's" An's ""Falling in the red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will better protect flowers "",which has dialectical views and optimistic spirit. "

One person kept silent. When someone asked him, he said, "What's the meaning of heaven? There are four seasons, and everything is born. What the sky says, peaches and plums are speechless, and the next one is self-sufficient. You see, Haitang didn't speak, but everyone was attracted. "

I didn't speak either. It is a lot of things to think that someone carved four big characters on the cliff at the top of Mount Tai: "I have nothing to say".

On my way home, I still heard many people talking about it.

Someone said, "This year's flowers are better than last year's, and last year's flowers are better than the year before."

Someone said, "Look at the flowers today, have a good sleep tonight and work hard tomorrow."

Someone said, "There is a way to give students a topic in tomorrow's composition class."

Some people say, "It's best to see flowers in the morning. Flowers exposed to the wind will be more charming and beautiful. "

Some people say, "It's good to look at flowers in rainy days, but begonia looks through the rain.". Of course, it is not heavy rain, but oblique wind and drizzle. "

Someone said, "Maybe it's better to see flowers at the end of the month. It will be full of flowers. "

Someone said, "Come and see the flowers next week, or it will be over if you don't come."

Someone said, "I'm not afraid of falling flowers." It will be better next year. "

What a wonderful "better flowers next year". As I walked, I listened to others, and I also said these two words to myself:

Spring is like the sea,

Prosperity is like a flower.