Did gardenia have any special meaning in ancient times?

The record of gardenia planting was first seen in "Qian Qian Mu" in Historical Records of Han Dynasty. At that time, when the flowers bloomed, they looked like snow and smelled the spectacular scenery of hundreds of miles. Gardenia will bear an obovate, angular green fruit when it blooms, like a glass full of wine. However, gardenia turned yellow-red after autumn, just like Shaoxing rice wine was injected into the south. The wine glass was called Zi in ancient times, and it was named Zi because its son was similar to it. Gardenia was transformed from Zi. Gardenia leaves are evergreen and beautiful. The flowers are white and exquisite, fragrant and elegant, thoughtful and persistent for a long time. A circle of green outer edge is surrounded by white buds, just like jade carving and jade carving, filled with the fragrance that seeps into the heart and spleen, which is particularly beautiful and lovely. According to "Tai Ping Guang Ji", "Gardenia is the only flower with six flowers. Tao Zhen bluntly said:' Gardenia cuts six flowers and carves seven rooms.' Its flowers are very fragrant, and it is said that they are also from the western regions. "This is the uniqueness of gardenia. Ancient and modern poets left many touching poems. Wang Tangjian's poem "Rain Over the Mountain Villa" reads: "One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the roads and bridges in Zhuxi Village are inclined. Mother-in-law called silkworm bath to see gardenias in the atrium. "With the word" leisure ",the gardenias in the mountain village are blooming, and the pleasure of seeing gardenias bloom is vividly written. The artistic conception is natural and the beauty of nature flows. Zhu, a poetess in the Song Dynasty, vividly described the lovely gesture of Gardenia: "Once I sent a small peak, the eaves of the house were clear and fragrant, and the jade naturally had no summer heat, so I had to move my neck to see the moon." "Gardenia flowers are suitable for terraces, Chi Pan and roadsides, and can also be used as flower fences and potted plants for viewing. Flowers can also be used for arranging flowers and wearing decorations. It has a lasting jade white and rich fragrance, which is the victory of gardenia. There are few flowers with six petals, only gardenia is six petals. Tao said: "Gardenia cut six petals and carved seven marks on the greenhouse." "A gardenia with rain and dew, cold and fragrant, comes out lightly. Like white clouds floating in the carefree blue sky, floating freely, the happiness from the deep heart blooms like flowers, listening to the sound of flowers. It turns out that happiness is so simple, it comes from a flower. The variety of gardenia is said to come from Tianzhu, which is called "divination" in Buddhist scriptures, so gardenia is often intertwined with Zen. Ming Chen Chun said: "The bamboo fence has a strong fragrance, which is full of snow. I know it's a different kind of Tianzhu, so I can come to the poetry club to stir up new intestines. "Praise gardenia as a Buddhist Zen friend. People are easy to get bored when they encounter trivial things, but they are calm when they get incense, and the purpose of Buddhism is to make people humbly downward. Jiang Yinyong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said: "The pure dharma body is like snow, and the forest is lonely at night;" "There is no heat in June, and the copper room saves a few incense." When we look at gardenia with the dharma body, it is not difficult to understand the meaning outside the poem. Gardenia shows the spirit of purifying itself and measuring people, which is the so-called "three thousand enlightenment incense" Sok Li, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Prayer": "The waist is plain, and the crow hangs down his temples. Smile mercilessly and get drunk. Slant a glance. The double phoenix is small, and the jade hairpin is inclined. Lotus shirt and lotus yarn. Wear a flower. " Gardenia blossoms, full of fragrance, refreshing. Girls, daughters-in-law and young women in the south all like to pick gardenias and put them in their hair. I don't know whether flowers are charming or people are charming. Purple fragrance returns to spring with the sound of selling flowers. Every year when the Dragon Boat Festival approaches, gardenias come with a night of heavy rain. "Gardenia! ....................................................................................................................................................... The sound of selling flowers in the distance of ........................... awakens the laziness of the deep courtyard. The faint thoughts are accompanied by helpless regrets, and spring will return in the dazzling red autumn. " This is the spring of the Chinese rose, flowers are blooming, ... flowers are sold, and ... the sound of selling is strange and audible. The curtain is clear and quiet, the curtain is high, the wine is not awake, the dream wakes up at the beginning, and you hate it when you hear new worries. Many years later, I heard the voice of "Gardenia"! ....................................................................................................................................................... ........................... in the long river of years, from the green river bend, Ye Memory's boat paddled quietly. Past plots, past dreams, stretch a ray of thoughts and lingering hatred. Listening through the curtain, I sold flowers in the wind tunnel several times. It rains at night, and it is very quiet. Small courtyard is idle, light cold. Through the fragrant path, twelve will wither. The apricot blossoms are sparse, and the willow blossoms are bright. Yuan Guan Yun Shi Huan "Gardenia! ....................................................................................................................................................... In the late spring of ..........................., Zhong Lingquan in the south of the Yangtze River is the flower-selling daughter of Yingying Yanyan. There are a few branches with light and deep spring colors, and the shadows are red and fragrant. There is no light and shadow outside the curtain, and the flower seller dreams of Jiangnan. Qing stretch "Gardenia! ..... "However, it is also like singing, like a roaring swallow, and a string of cool whispers. The fragrance-saturated sound of selling flowers reminds us of the past, and the memory is full of lost youth, which is a time gone forever. The sound of selling flowers from near to far, Wu Nong's soft words have worn away countless corners of the shuttle, resolved unnecessary entanglements, and rippled in long alleys and wet stone roads; A touch of sadness, like a long wicker, is wrapped around my heart. Wind chimes are silent and new, and good dreams are shocking to rejuvenate; Where to sell flowers too early, little makeup urges the painter. A string of wind chimes in front of the Jin Xian window in Qing Dynasty, swaying with the wind, jingled with the sound of selling flowers in the distance, awakened a curtain of spring dreams, full of bitterness and vicissitudes; Sweet or bitter, sweet or sour, who can understand this taste? Spring is called 1000 yuan, and purple is good. Several places have recalled the dream of wandering, but who doesn't care about her heart Rhyme spread to the willow door late and rang all over the swing yard. Suddenly, the letter was stopped by the man in confinement, and the butterfly bee carried it through the wall. Yuan Xie Zongke sells flowers and sounds "Gardenia! .................................................................................................................................................................................. is sometimes long and sometimes low. Is it a lingering flute of sobs? Sprinkle melancholy into the blue sky, and the silly heart has long been blurred. ..... Small building far away, suddenly see embroidered hub carved saddle. Julian is a semi-scroll, trying on a single coat for the first time, during the Qingming period. Break the warm wind, clear the light rain, and ask for nothing more. Flowers are sold out, and flowers are flying in the red array in the courtyard at sunset. After Yu Pei Ding Dong's departure, it is hard for people to feel happy and uneven. Name lock, god knows, the sky is sparse. It's hard to look back at the heavy doors under the flowers and the deep alleys beside the willows. I was sentimental, but at that time, my eyes were full of the moon, and I still had a good impression on people. Qin Song Guan Shui Long Yin, a flower girl, walks leisurely, swaying in the wind, charming and beautiful. Do you know if it is a flower or a person? Qingyang sees the rain and the spring gate lane, but it often adds desolation. The deep alley is long, selling flowers; At that time, the spring mountain wore eyebrows and the temples wore waist, which became yesterday's yellow flowers; Now Pan Lang is haggard, melancholy and old, and the past is unbearable. Time is like water, and the past is like a dream. In every sound of selling flowers, withered petals and beautiful flowers don't have so many rich and warm plots that you can dream one by one. When Xiao Xiaowa was born, her face was like rosy clouds, and the sound of warblers broke the noise. Gardenia flowers are sold on the long street. Excuse me, where is my son's home? Under the tiger hill, the water is on the side, looking back and smiling. However, the youth tied to gardenia is short-lived and gone forever; Didn't the low cry float away and come again? Three years of spring, how many spring marks should be left; Knowing how to be a man, I was sent away by the drizzle and breeze! -stay or not, but leave a group of troubles! I remember that in spring, flowers bloom in pairs, and people laugh in pairs. Up to now, the fallen flowers have flown out of the spring, and there is no shadow, leaving only sadness to fill the arms of the flower watchers! Sure enough, she was brought back to life. She was the first to teach her, and she started again with acacia! Liu Dabaichun's voice is selling flowers. With sadness and helplessness, as well as the bitterness of survival, he can't help feeling a kind of melancholy. What always stops in my mind is the hardships of life and the troubles of the world. The rich fragrance of gardenia floating in the deep stone path may add a little interest to the tasteless wandering life. Emerald Street in March is very cold. Jin Yusi refused to do it. It's the voice of selling flowers, Chunlan. A fragrant sandalwood is better than a musk deer. Recall Jiashan in this regard. I can't bear to watch my hand break. I still remember the cold food night that year. People are in the shadow of flowers. Chen Weisong Nanxiang Ziyi Chunlan is just the fourth brother gone, Shi Si gone, and the four clean-ups are gone. "Gardenia! ..... "Ying Ying said softly, but he didn't go far.