Original text:
This is an old story from last summer to September. We had a mild argument about the relationship between lotus and love.
"Only those who really appreciate the lotus can truly understand love."
"What do you mean?"
"It is said that great love should love each other's shortcomings, and complete love includes lovelorn."
"That's true, but what does this have to do with rewarding the lotus?"
"People who love lotus not only love the beauty of flowers, the fragrance of leaves and the beauty of branches, but also love the noise in summer and the scarcity in autumn, and even think that even the pool of sludge that feeds it is dirty."
"Flowers withered?
"Love its green fields."
"Where are the leaves?"
"Listen to the sound of rain hitting it!"
"This conclusion is not very romantic."
What do you think ...? "
"It is a sin to feel the loneliness of others."
In fact, neither you nor I are argumentative people, so most of our conclusions are empty and ridiculous, but this time we are awed by your indifferent light responsibility. What can you say when you leave but smile?
I remember it was an afternoon with a light rain. When I woke up after a nap, I suddenly thought of going to the history museum to see my friend's art exhibition. In order to like the coolness, the umbrella in my hand has not been opened, and the cold rain drops down my neck, which will cause a little surprise. Walking lazily on Nanhai Road, I pouted and wanted to whistle. Before the first note became a complete tune, a red taxi passed sideways and splashed mud all over my trouser legs. When I arrived at the National Gallery, I felt in my pocket. You suddenly appeared in front of me and handed me a white handkerchief. I thought to myself, I always like to do something plain and magical. But at that time, it seemed that they didn't say anything to each other, so they just looked along the gallery wall. There is a painting with special conception and color, which is quite bold in management. The whole atmosphere was rough in Van Gogh's place, a large piece of red, shocking, with double hints of protest and calling for help. We watched it for about five minutes, and both of them seemed to want to express their views, but on this occasion, we were generally silent, because as long as either side spoke, there would be disputes. Tolerance not only became a virtue between us, but also became a symbol of the winner who acquiesced in each other.
At this time, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, the horses are galloping and the drums are ringing. The whole world is shrouded in waves of fierce wars, but it is surprisingly quiet in the extreme noise. There are not many visitors in the gallery, most of them are dull-looking, rubbing their hands helplessly and circling indoors. The rain finally stopped and we stepped into the balcony facing the botanical garden together.
"Come and see!" You cried absently at the window. I walked over and looked out of the window.
As the first chapter of Genesis in the Old Testament says, "The spirit of God runs on the water, and God says that when there is light, there is light." I was immediately moved and stunned by a natural wonder under the window.
Under the window is a large pool of lotus flowers, most of which have withered or been carved into strong lotus flowers. A pool full of green leaves dancing in the rain, as big as a drum and as small as the palm of your hand. The rain particles came down, and drums and applause rang together. The rhythm is rapid and changeable, and the momentum is quite scary. This kind of scene, Xu Zhimo must shout loudly when he sees it, and Zhu Ziqing may turn pale with fear; By the lotus pond, in the soft moonlight, he couldn't recall the commotion. Then a gust of wind blew, and all the lotus leaves turned over in one direction, just like a group of women suddenly lifted their skirts at the same time. I wonder if Zhu Ziqing will arouse a shy secretly pleased when he sees it.
In our impression, the lotus has always been covered with green leaves, which is graceful in plain English. It is slim and graceful because of its slender waist and beautiful charm. But in the rain, lotus is a group of animals with upturned faces, dedicated and reserved, which is particularly heroic and vigorous, and there is another charm in softness. The rain fell on their faces, and the water droplets began to turn around along the center and gradually condensed into a crystal ball. The more they spread to the edge of the leaves, the bigger the crystal ball becomes. The thin branches seem to be unable to support the heavy burden of water polo, and it is extremely thrilling to shake from side to side from the rotation. Our eyes are getting bigger and bigger, our hearts are beating faster and faster, and our palms holding the window lattice are sweating. Suddenly, what was about to happen finally happened. On one side of the lotus, there was a crash, and the water polo poured down and landed on the whole leaf. Then the lotus branch bounced back and recovered its original straightness and reserve, and we also breathed a sigh of relief. I lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly. A thick smoke just covered the lingering blush on my face.
Perhaps because of excessive tension or gloomy weather, I have been thinking about your sentence "It is a sin to appreciate the loneliness of others" this afternoon until the gallery closed and waved goodbye. We never said anything again.
But I really know Dutch on another late autumn afternoon this year.
/kloc-the temperature in October is still like the early summer in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no wind in the afternoon, which is even more sultry. I happen to want to go for a walk in the botanical garden. This time, I really went to see the lotus. I was prepared, but I was still a little nervous. Ten minutes' journey really makes me sweat. Step into the garden gate, first find Metasequoia glyptostroboides numbered 25, then sit on the stone bench next to you, adjust your breath, and then walk slowly to the lotus pond.
Hey! What about those lotus flowers? How to meet the flower season again, waiting for me is only the surging green leaves in the pool, what a big punch emptiness came at me. The flowers are gone, only a few withered lotus leaves, black and thin, with a malnourished posture, look more and more lonely against the rich lotus leaves. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the poem in Lotus Lake:
The crowd is noisy.
And you are the closest person to me.
The quietest and gentlest flower.
……
I asked Chi Xin.
Throw a stone gently.
Your face
Then the outcry rose red.
In fact, at that time, I really didn't understand why its face turned red, and I didn't remember what it meant to throw that stone. Of course, I don't remember what I said to it. I will never say such nonsense as "you are a gentleman, I appreciate your nobleness" regardless of the wind and rain. People's minds are often difficult to remember, and reluctant to remember has become a permanent burden. Where is it now? I don't know, it's either stuck in the mud or rising in the rosy clouds. Although it's far away, I still insist that it is the only one that has been closest to me, the quietest and gentlest. Friend, isn't this enough to show that I am by no means the kind of person who only likes to appreciate the loneliness of others?
The garden in the afternoon is very quiet, and there are no tourists except me. I found a stone and sat down, staring blankly at the pool full of green lotus flowers. Lotus field is still slim, but the singing has stopped and the grand occasion is gone. Two months ago, it was still bustling and full of people. During the day and night, people were crowded everywhere inside and outside the swimming pool. It's quiet now, leaving me sitting here alone, smoking and throwing stones, watching my reflection in the pool broken and pieced together, and the situation reversed. Now it's the turn of Residual Lotus to realize my loneliness.
Thought of here, I'm a little blush, even a little embarrassed. In fact, loneliness is not a shame. When someone appreciates my loneliness, I will never think that he is guilty. My friend, don't argue with me about this. Ups and downs are just part of the process of life. This year's flowers have been damaged, and next year, they will still appear in front of us one by one and accept people's appreciation and climbing. But it stepped on the mud without scruple, held up the blue sky in one hand, blushed and sang loudly: "I am a blooming lotus." Less than a few days after singing, it quietly retreated to the natural operation of leaves and flowers to accept another arrangement. Wait until the first time.
I threw myself in the dust and stood up, feeling bored and a little nauseous. Is loneliness really a disease? Walking around the lotus pond, I feel much more comfortable. On the second lap, I suddenly found that the red shadow flashed by. Looking around, I still saw the green lotus field, but I didn't see anything. Did you lose it? Is it an illusion caused by ardent expectations? Unwilling, I turned around half a circle and then squatted down to search. Under the cover of overlapping lotus leaves, I finally found a cold and silent red lotus that would thank but would not. I was at a loss in surprise. Isn't this the quietest and gentlest one I met last summer?