of the Chinese parasol makes it hold certain status in poetry.
Raindrops falling on the Chinese Parasol leaves were metaphorically
described by wits and beauties as the tone of lonesome, adding more
“Murmurings” by Li Qingzhao ……
I'm lonely and cold
And heavy with woe.
Warm one moment and chilly the next,
I try to sleep but fail.
Two or three cups of water-like wine -
What use in an evening gale?
A wild goose heads south in the sky above
And the sight just breaks my heart
- For isn't this he who once carried a letter
To the man whom I lost but still love?
chrysanthemums litter the ground -
Old, withered, and worn,
Who would pick them now?
I sit by the window, all forlorn;
How long 'till the sun goes down?
At dusk, rain falls on the parasol
Then drizzles and drips from each leaf.
How could one word like 'sorrow' express
All this hopelessness and grief?
Parasol + rain = melancholy
Meeting” by Li Yu . . .
words, I mount alone the western chamber;
like a hook,
parasol trees are solitary,
autumn locked up in the deep courtyard.
no avail, disentangling into disarray;
A sorrow of
taste that lingers in the heart.
Parasol + early hours = parting sorrow
times, musicians came to realize that the wood from burning Chinese
Parasol log made good timber for zither-like plucked musical
Parasol is rare in parks. I can only remember seeing them in Hong
Kong Victoria Park and Kowloon Walled City Park. In private
gardens, White Jade Orchid tree (Michelia x alba) is
preferred by most owners. If, the legend of phoenix appears in the
mortal world every 500 years, then Hong Kong people surely miss the
choose a tree for your garden, I would recommend Chinese Parasol.
It has been a species of ancient China. There is the legend of the
auspicious Phoenix and it has played an important role in poetry.
Under the parasol, you can recite poems and create couplets; quote
the classics; and being arty. I trust others will envy you.
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