The Japanese female writer Kiyosanayan said that in winter, Miscanthus flowers “seem to be full of white hair, swaying in the wind for a while, indulging in the past, like a person’s life.”
And I think, Miscanthus flower is a flying white book written by time with a dry pen, and it is another snow in winter.
It was autumn when the snow first fell, and they looked more like a sunset, or a reflection of a sunset, on the hillsides and lakes.
Autumn is gorgeous and short. When the frosty wind whistled and blew over and over again, it blew the fruit and the reddish leaves of the mountains to the ground, plucked the golden petals of the wild chrysanthemum from the branches, urged it to grow old and wither, and the Miscanthus flower turned white.
The white Miscanthus flower has the simplicity and elegance of snow, as well as the vastness and innocence of snow.
It is not new to compare Miscanthus flowers to snow. The ancients have long had the sentence “Mosquito flowers win snow” – I thought it was my own creativity, but in fact, I picked up the wisdom of the ancients. This is impossible. Our ancients are so good that they have written all the good sentences. No matter how we use metaphors, descriptions, rhetoric and associations, we cannot escape the suspicion of imitating the ancients. But we still have to write, and generations of descendants still use the language of their time to repeat and write ancient images.
Miscanthus flowers only look like snow in winter. Unlike snow, it is not so easily dissolved by the earth and disappears from the earth; it is as light as a dream and like a beautiful lie. Miscanthus can withstand dryness and loneliness. It is covered there all winter. On the hillsides and lakes, it is white. When the wind blows, it bows its head. When the wind passes, it straightens up again and stands safe and sound. Soothing the silence and desolation of the mountains. Miscanthus flowers can also withstand the cold and hardships, the morning frost pressing on them day after day cannot destroy them, and when the setting sun shines the afterglow far away, Miscanthus flowers instantly have a radiant face, and the small tidbits show Shining with a warm and tenacious light.
Because I live by the lake, the Miscanthus flowers by the water are more common and favorite.
The Miscanthus flower by the water is the most poetic, or it can be said that the Miscanthus flower by the water is a poem that is naturally written on the edge of the season, with restrained lyricism, simplicity, ease and quietness.
The Miscanthus flowers by the water are not only poetic, but also pictorial, creating a simple yet complex, symmetrical and ethereal world with the reflection in the water. The reflection of Miscanthus flowers is only seen when the waves on the lake surface are as flat as a mirror. When the wind blows, the reflection of Miscanthus flowers is crumpled, wrinkled and smeared into one piece, like the bright moon on the water.
What is the Miscanthus flower under the moon like? I haven’t seen it, only an oil painting called “Moon Spirit”.
More than 20 years ago, this oil painting hung on the head of my bed and saw me every day.
The background color of the oil painting is ultramarine blue. A young woman is in the middle of Miscanthus flowers, holding a long bamboo flute in her hand and blowing in a trance. Miscanthus flowers are nearly transparent and gleaming white, leaning obliquely to one side, the woman is wrapped in a shawl, her long hair flutters like a dance, and it looks like the wings of a night bird.
There is no moon in this oil painting, but you can feel the ubiquity of the moonlight—a large expanse of Miscanthus flowers, the vast, desolate, silent and gentle Miscanthus flowers are the moonflowers that infiltrate the woman.
