Drunk in the rain of Longgui

Source: People’s Daily Online – People’s Daily Overseas Edition

Due to the new crown pneumonia epidemic, I wanted to go to Manlong Guiyu several times to appreciate laurel but never can work. Before returning to the United States at the end of the summer last year, my friends said that you came at the right time. We will take you to appreciate osmanthus. The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus that has been rendered by my friends has appeared in my dreams more than once.

Seeing that it is the season when the autumn wind is refreshing again, I have tossed and turned many times and finally arrived at the Manlong Guiyu by the West Lake in Hangzhou.

On a sunny morning, we drove along the West Lake and went straight to Manlongguiyu. Along the way, the scenic spots of West Lake flashed past one by one. Friends said that if you have enough time, you can go down and have a look first. I said, the architectural landscape can be seen at any time. Flowers and trees are different. Flowers bloom for a season, grass and trees for autumn, the time does not wait for me. Between the words, Nanshan, which was hidden in the mist, gradually became clear, and waves of erratic fragrances sneaked in unknowingly. I haven’t seen the sweet-scented osmanthus, but I can smell the fragrance everywhere. I have never seen sweet-scented osmanthus, so I can’t imagine what it looks like. Even with the verses that sing about Osmanthus by heart, it is impossible to describe the appearance of Osmanthus at all.

Gradually, the verdant Nanshan Yanxia Ridge lies in front of you. The car stopped at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and I got out of the car first. Walking up the stairs along the hillside path, there are osmanthus trees in front of you. I stepped forward cautiously, and the fragrance of the flowers released from the flowers had already made me a little drunk. The bright green oval leaves grow in pairs, and the clustered inflorescences drill from the leaf axils. The rice-sized osmanthus is composed of 5 tubular petals. It’s incredible and indescribable that these little elf-like flowers emit a mesmerizing fragrance. At this time, I suddenly remembered the poem of Hong Shi in the Song Dynasty: The bottom of the leaves hides the yellow leaves. When I took a few steps back and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of me, I couldn’t help but admire Hong Shi’s accurate description of the sweet-scented osmanthus. Standing under the osmanthus tree, I concentrated and carefully captured the rich fragrance of flowers that permeated the air. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bloom, its fragrance is clear and strong, and its fragrance is far away. Whether it is near or far, it can be enveloped by its unique fragrance and its sweet fragrance, and its beauty makes any language description pale. When smelling the elegant fragrance, no one does not feel refreshed, and even cannot control themselves.

Does sweet-scented osmanthus have attractive colors? Apparently not; not even its appearance is intriguing. It does not have the grace and luxury of the peony, the beauty of the lotus, and the arrogance of the plum that has survived frost and snow without dying, nor the detachment of the daffodils. So, what is the charm of sweet-scented osmanthus? Of course it is the elegant fragrance that lingers in the air for a long time. Osmanthus flowers are so small. But who can underestimate it? Flowers have souls. The soul of osmanthus is its fragrance. When its flowering season arrives, the tiny flowers hidden in the branches and leaves reveal a charming fragrance, and even ten miles away can be covered by its fragrance. As written in the poem “Lingyin Temple” by Song Zhiwen in the Tang Dynasty: Guizi falls in the middle of the moon, and the sky is fragrant and the clouds float outside. It’s really a monopoly on Sanqiu and overwhelming the crowd. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a gust of laurel rain fell on the osmanthus tree, and the ground under the tree was instantly dyed with a layer of fluffy golden yellow. I lost my way because of the youth in front of me. Where can such a good place to be found? So, I lay on my back under this osmanthus tree, and a rain of osmanthus flowers fell on my body, and I fell asleep unconsciously…

When I woke up, I found the path up the mountain again , Leisurely turned back, only to see the red osmanthus flowers blooming brightly on the far hillside, like a touch of morning glow that dyed the eastern sky a bright red color.

So, I moved on and drowned myself in the sea of ​​osmanthus.