Flower language and cultural background of weeping crabapple

Flower language of weeping crabapple

The weeping crabapple is also known as intestinal flower and homesickness grass. The Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao wrote a poem: "The loving mother's own hands are like thread, and she sews clothes for her son tightly before he leaves, fearing that he will return late." It is intended to express the deep longing for hometown of a son who has left home for a long time, and the flower language of the weeping crabapple is the homesickness of the son. Another saying is that in Wang Renyu's "Kaiyuan Tianbao Yishi" it is recorded that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang compared Yang Guifei to a talking weeping crabapple, implying that beautiful women are considerate, like a talking flower, so the weeping crabapple is often used to describe beautiful women.

The Cultural Background of Weeping Begonia

The Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli has a poem titled "The Weeping Begonia is in Bloom", which says:

The weeping silk has its own unique beauty, who says it is inferior to the Sichuan crabapple.

The wind stirs up the Jade Emperor's red world, and the sun bakes the Green Emperor's purple clothes.

I am too lazy and have no energy to still be drunk on the spring, and when I wake up I am eager to put on my makeup.

I would like to cite my new sentence and see if anyone dares to take it on.

Similarly, the Song Dynasty poet Ren Xiyi also wrote a poem titled "Weeping Begonia":

She can't control herself in front of the gentle wind, and is charming with a touch of light rouge on her face.

The flowers are like layers of cut ribbons, and the branches are like light silk threads hanging down.

The poet Huang Ji also has a poem titled "Xijiang Yue (Weeping Begonia, also known as Drunken Beauty)":

The tender green buds hang low, and the red petals are clustered in clusters.

She is as graceful and slender as a beautiful woman. The wine makes the skin dizzy.

Curtains shade the windows, and railings curve around the pavilion.

No dreams of spring drunkenness arise from the branches. Don't let the nightingale wake her up.

These three poems describe the beautiful scene when the weeping crabapple is in full bloom. The weeping crabapple blossoms in the wind, the flowers are charming and waving, the petals are drooping gracefully, the fragrance is even more refreshing, like a young girl in her prime, dancing gracefully on a breezy day, the smell of which makes people feel refreshed and drives away any sleepiness.

If you are traveling far away and see the weeping crabapple, will you think of your hometown and your parents there?