Later, when Duofu saw the various chrysanthemums that the Fourth Prince was cultivating, he realized how ignorant he was, how utterly uncultured he was, and how he didn't understand the lives of ancient nobles.
His extravagance was beyond the comprehension of someone who hadn't even enjoyed it for many years.
The chrysanthemums that this prince of the Qing Dynasty cultivated were not the tiny ones he was seeing now.
The ones they raise are plump and big, and each one is exceptionally beautiful.
Duofu couldn't quite describe the feeling; he wasn't well-educated and lacked that kind of culture.
Anyway, I know that although chrysanthemums don't have the elegance and nobility of peonies, nor the delicate beauty of roses.
Before seeing those chrysanthemums, Duofu always thought that chrysanthemums were only a dull yellow color and had no beauty at all, but they were quite effective. If you drank a few when you had a sore throat, it would subside in a few days.
Duofu used to buy a bottle of it at school. He didn't want to take bitter anti-inflammatory medicine, so he drank chrysanthemum water for a few days and gradually stopped getting a sore throat.
When the Fourth Prince took him to the greenhouse where he grew chrysanthemums, Duofu realized that chrysanthemums were also colorful and vibrant, and his eyes were filled with all sorts of colors.
He actually saw red, white, green, and yellow, but this yellow wasn't a dull, lifeless yellow; it was a golden yellow.
It looks very precious, unlike the wildflowers and weeds by the roadside.
After that day, Duofu realized that chrysanthemums could be so beautiful, and could be described as elegant, gorgeous, noble, mysterious, and refreshing.
It wasn't the rigid image he originally had in his mind, those small, ugly, lifeless yellow chrysanthemums.
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