diskusbooks Chapter 461 Bright Moon Villa 2-Bedroom Apartment 4
Chapter 461 Bright Moon Villa 2-Bedroom Apartment 4
The second main residence is named "Aoshuang".
The ochre-colored walls are paired with bamboo-shaped pillars, and the "Dongli Residence" plaque hangs on the eaves.
In a corner of the courtyard, the black chrysanthemums bloom quietly, like hermits emerging from the depths of time.
Its petals are a pure black, as if they were dyed by the night sky, yet they have a faint luster at the edges, much like the starlight twinkling in the dark night.
Chrysanthemum: Chrysanthemum is the messenger of autumn, bringing the golden autumn atmosphere to people early on.
Its stems are densely packed, like a green jungle, and a rough count reveals that there are over a hundred of them.
Each stem is topped with a flower, some delicate and some bright, like stars scattered among them.
The courtyard has a chrysanthemum garden, which also has rare varieties such as golden chrysanthemum and green chrysanthemum. When the frost falls, the flowers have different shapes, such as golden hooks and crab claws.
Every inch of the interior space is imbued with the poetic spirit of Tao Yuanming.
In the painting "Autumn Garden Pickings" on the wall, ink chrysanthemums hang like silk threads, golden chrysanthemums cluster like pearls, and the shadows of bamboo from the eastern fence slant across the silk surface, as if the colors of autumn have been crushed and embedded into the frame.
On the antique shelf, the celadon chrysanthemum petal vase stands quietly like a frosty branch. The inscription "Not that I particularly love chrysanthemums among flowers" can be faintly seen among the sixteen chrysanthemum petal patterns on the vase. The glaze glows with a faint blue under the candlelight, just like the dew that condenses on an autumn night.
The "Crab Chrysanthemum" bronze flower vase on the desk is the most exquisite – the crab claws are curled into the body of the vase, the eight legs are staggered and climbing the curled chrysanthemum branches, and the stamens are inlaid with pearls the size of rice grains, as if the morning dew has not yet risen.
Insert a bunch of black chrysanthemums into the vase. The petals droop like crab claws with outstretched teeth, creating a play of solid and void with the patterns of the vase, making it seem as if the creature is about to climb down from the table.
When a purple clay chrysanthemum petal teacup is filled with chrysanthemum wine, the two characters "暗香" (hidden fragrance) on the bottom of the cup float and sink in the amber-colored liquid, just like the leisurely feeling described by Tao Yuanming: "Wine can dispel a hundred worries, and chrysanthemums can help one overcome aging."
The most exquisite thing is the Xiangfei bamboo screen by the window, with the "Chrysanthemum Picking" scene embroidered on the screen.
The old man held a chrysanthemum branch in his wide sleeves, and the chrysanthemums embroidered with gold thread on his clothes trembled slightly with the airflow.
It was as if a delicate fragrance would drift over the screen at any moment, mingling with the chrysanthemums in the vase and the aroma of wine in the cup to create an autumnal atmosphere in the room.
A poem inscribed on the poem, "Chrysanthemums in Full Bloom in the Courtyard"
Autumn arrives in the courtyard, its charm lingering, as golden blossoms bloom in the cool light.
A slender shadow slants across the stone path, while lush branches sway and brush against the carved wall.
Frost may smother tender buds, yet their fragrance remains strong; wind may caress their graceful forms, their beauty enduring.
It does not vie with the spring blossoms for beauty, but alone retains its noble spirit, defying the harsh frost.
October, early winter, Shuangyan Xiaozhu.
The first thing you see in the courtyard is hibiscus, and the main house is called "Suqu".
The walls are pale purple with shell-shaped windows, and hibiscus-shaped glass lamps hang from the eaves.
The hibiscus in the courtyard are weaving a brocade of autumn light, with bowl-sized flowers adorning the branches and peeking out from among the emerald green leaves.
The overlapping of pink, light red, and deep purple hues resembles the shattered sunset on the horizon, or the lingering rouge on a beautiful woman's cheek.
The double-petaled "Drunken Hibiscus" is the most exquisite, its white petals as pure as snow when it first opens in the early morning.
At noon, her face gradually turns a light pink, and by dusk, it becomes a deep rosy red. In this face that changes three times a day, the whispers of time are hidden.
The single-petaled "Hibiscus mutabilis" exudes elegance, with its five petals unfolding like butterfly wings.
The central, pale yellow stamens are covered with dewdrops, trembling gently in the breeze, as if holding unspoken tenderness.
The interior curtains are made of silk tapestry with the design of "lotus emerging from water," and the bed is decorated with embroidered pillows featuring "twin lotus blossoms."
On the desk sits a "hibiscus stone" pen holder and a crystal flower vase, filled with dewy hibiscus flowers.
The floor tiles are all made of purple and pink jade stones arranged to form a "lotus reflected in water" pattern.
A poem entitled "A Courtyard Full of Lotus Blossoms in Full Bloom"
Autumn light quietly arrives and fills the courtyard, the lotus flowers in the yard are dazzling to the eye.
Pale pink and crimson hues glisten with morning dew, while lush branches and verdant leaves dance in the golden breeze.
The morning air brings a refreshing charm, while the evening glow paints the scene like a painting.
It does not vie with the spring blossoms for splendor, but retains its elegant charm to preserve the autumn sentiment.
The second courtyard is planted with hibiscus, and the main residence is named "Shunhua"...
Pushing open the courtyard gate, it felt as if I had stepped into a dreamlike realm forgotten by time, with hibiscus flowers blooming freely throughout the courtyard, catching my eye.
Along the courtyard wall and around the path, some clustered together in twos and threes, others standing alone, each flower is like a meticulously crafted work of art.
The petals are as thin as cicada wings, soft in texture, and shimmer slightly under the gentle touch of sunlight.
The pink petals, like a young girl's blushing cheeks, are delicate and sweet.
The purple petals, like the deep night sky, are mysterious and enchanting, as if they hold endless stories.
Each hibiscus flower is a messenger of the morning. As the first rays of sunlight fall, they stretch out their forms and slowly bloom, like elegant dancers gracefully twirling on the branches.
The layers upon layers of petals, wrapping around the golden stamens, resemble a precious pearl held in one's hands, shining brightly.
A gentle breeze blows, the branches tremble, and the flowers sway gently, brushing against each other and making a soft rustling sound, as if they are whispering their secrets to one another.
The luxurious interior incorporates the charm of hibiscus, with the rosewood canopy bed railings decorated with an inlaid "morning opening and evening setting" motif...
A scroll painting of hibiscus flowers hangs on the wall. The hibiscus flowers emerge from the bamboo in the silk painting, and the inscription reads, "Watching them open and close at dawn and dusk, I smile through the small window," which perfectly captures the charm of the Song Dynasty.
On the antique shelf, the gilded hibiscus-patterned cup stand shimmers with light and color. Between the "two-colored flower" (white petals and red heart) patterns engraved on the center of the stand, one can vaguely see the incised poem "The wind and dew are bleak, the autumn scenery is lush".
This is a "double-petaled hibiscus" ornament carved from mutton fat jade. The petals are dyed crimson with madder juice, and the stamens are inlaid with pearls, just like morning dew condensing in the heart of the flower.
The bronze incense burner is sculpted in the shape of "ancient and lush trees," with five hibiscus flowers arranged in two layers of openwork. When incense is burned...
A wisp of smoke spirals up from between the petals, intertwining with the shadows of the hibiscus outside the window, as if the thousand-year-old romance of "a maiden rides in the same carriage as me, her face as beautiful as the hibiscus" from the Book of Songs has been transformed into this wisp of fragrant mist.
The window lattice is carved with "intertwined hibiscus patterns" and covered with cicada wing gauze. When sunlight shines through, the room is filled with delicate pink and purple hues.
The hibiscus tassels hanging from the corners of the tent, even the breath, are imbued with the delicate poetic spirit of "I love to see him morning and night, for such people are rare in this world."
A poem inscribed on the hibiscus.
In the deep courtyard, the summer days are long, and the hibiscus flowers bloom with a lingering charm.
The emerald shadows sway gently in the morning dew, and the crimson lips slowly unfold in the intoxicating evening sun.
Pink petals shyly express affection, while purple buds hold dreams and exude fragrance.
The morning blossoms and evening fading are common occurrences; the cycle of prosperity and decline continues year after year.
November, midwinter, Yuming Xiaozhu.
The first and second courtyards are planted with camellias, while the first courtyard is planted with camellias as the main residence, creating a "layered green" effect.
Stepping into the courtyard, one is immediately struck by a magnificent world of camellias, which are known as the "God of Wealth".
They are planted in a staggered pattern along the path, their branches and leaves intertwining to create a curtain of flowers.
The leaves of the camellia are dark green, like fine jade carved from jade, with a lustrous sheen on the surface.
The leaves have fine serrations along their edges, adding a touch of playfulness to their rounded shape.
The flowers, some pink, some red, are scattered among the blossoms. The pink ones resemble a young girl's shy blush, delicate and gentle.
The red ones resemble the rosy clouds burning on the horizon, bright and vibrant.
Some flowers are in full bloom, with layers of petals fully unfurled, and the golden stamens in the center are as dazzling as the sunlight.
Some are half-open, half-closed, like a pipa player half-concealing her face, hiding endless shyness and mystery;
Others are small flower buds, tightly protected by sepals, round and full, as if carrying beautiful dreams, ready to bloom under the warm sun at any time.
The interior is luxurious yet subtly imbued with the elegance of camellias and plum blossoms, with the railings of the rosewood canopy bed inlaid with a "camellia and plum blossoms reflected in snow" design using mother-of-pearl.
Jade from Hetian is ground into plum branches, coral is carved into petals, and small diamonds are inlaid in the stamens like frost grains. When the candlelight flickers, the whole bed looks like it is covered with unmelted pinkish-white snow.
Hanging on the wall is a scroll painting titled "Early Blossoms on Southern Branches," a silk painting depicting camellias and plum blossoms leaning out from a bamboo window. The inscription reads, "The cold beauty vies for spring's glory, blooming in the snow, a sight to behold in the snow," perfectly capturing their spirit.
On the antique shelf, a gilded tea plum patterned covered bowl shimmers with light and color, and among the "small palace pink" petals engraved on the bowl, one can vaguely see the ice crack pattern;
The "Red Camellia" ornament, carved from mutton fat jade, has petals dotted with cinnabar and a pearl embedded in the stamen, resembling a plum blossom covered in dew.
The most exquisite item is the bronze incense burner, whose body is sculpted in the shape of an ancient plum tree with branches, and five camellia blossoms are hollowed out in two layers.
When the incense is burned, the smoke spirals up from between the petals, mingling with the shadow of the camellia outside the window.
The elegant charm of "plum blossoms and snow vying for spring, neither willing to yield" from the poem "Mountain Dweller's Pure Offerings" is all condensed in this wisp of fragrant mist.
The window lattice is carved with a "twined camellia and plum blossom pattern" and covered with mica ice-patterned paper, allowing sunlight to filter through.
The room was filled with delicate pink and white hues, complemented by camellia tassels hanging from the corners of the curtains. Even the breath was imbued with the pure and poetic spirit of "sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water, a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight."
A poem inscribed on the theme of "Camellia and Plum Blossom"
The courtyard is filled with camellias bathed in the slanting sunlight, their branches bursting with vibrant beauty.
A touch of rouge brings out a thousand charms, while emerald leaves intertwine like countless strands of rosy clouds.
Undeterred by frost and cold, its beauty shines even brighter; its unique, secluded charm is especially admirable.
The wind carries a fragrant message to a secluded place; it seems as if a celestial spring has come to my home.