The color in the bleak

"The order of the blue curd summer cream, the shore of the daisy shines in the morning light. Luneng Xixiao laughs, the wind is light and fragrant. The fine leaves are light and green, and the round flowers are bright yellow. Also holding this age, after the completion of the year."

This is the chrysanthemum, the color that stands in the bleak.

Autumn is coming, the bleak wraps everything, but there is a fragrant fragrance that penetrates this layer of sorrow and spreads out - it is chrysanthemum. In the bleak, it stands still, a group, a piece, gathered together, weaving a strong protective shield to resist the arrival of autumn.

Tao Yuanming is the most beautiful and strong chrysanthemum in the world.

"Under the Chrysanthemum East, you can see Nanshan leisurely."

The person who "does not bend for five buckets of rice."

Tao Yuanming, who has been poor for a lifetime, is reluctant to confuse the same with the filth and return to the mountain field. How open-minded is his spiritual realm.

Chrysanthemum represents his spirit. Open-minded optimism, indifferent to fame and fortune, ask, now, who can do it? Do not succumb to the right, do not succumb to the power, plain life, leisurely, look down on the landscape, the highest realm of life. Not money, not rights.

If Tao Yuanming is an ancient chrysanthemum, then the modern chrysanthemum is Ye Ting.

In January 1941, the Kuomintang die-hards created the Southern Anhui Incident that shocked China and foreign countries. Under the severe circumstances surrounded by the Kuomintang army, the commanding troops fought out and fought blood for 8 days and nights. He was detained while he was serving with the Kuomintang army. In the face of Chiang Kai-shek's coercion and temptation, he is unyielding. Write "Prisoner Song" in the cell to Mingzhi: "I hope that one day / underground fire / burn me even this live coffin / I should get eternal life in the fire and blood!"

"The door for people to enter and exit is locked,

The hole that climbed the dog was open,

A voice shouted:

Climb out, give you freedom!

I long for freedom,

But I also know very well -

The human body can climb out of the dog's hole!

I can only look forward to that day -

The fire in the ground is rushing,

Burn this live coffin with me,

I should have eternal life in the fire and blood. ”

This is the original text of Ye Ting's "Prisoner of Songs". In this poem, he expresses his firm position that he will not yield. He does not give in to torture and does not succumb to the high officials. He is not afraid of being broken.

The chrysanthemums are opened, purple and red, white like jade, red like fire, black like ink, purple like Xia.

A group, a cluster, the stems are straight, like a giant standing upright, standing in the bleak...