The residual lotus listens to the rain
① There is a kind of nobility that always makes me prostrate myself in worship; there is a kind of holiness that always makes me respect and look up to.
②That is the residual lotus, the noble and holy soul flower standing in the mud.
③I have always liked He so much in my life, not only because of her beautiful appearance, but also because of her noble character. The character of the lotus is that it is straight in the middle and has neither vines nor branches; it is beautiful but not showy, charming but not vulgar; it is its ambition to emerge from the mud but not stained, to wash away the clear ripples without being evil; it is pure, elegant and far-reaching. It is her moral character to observe but not to play with. I like the tranquility of the lotus, "the delicate flowers reflect the red jade, and the bright shadow reflects the clear ripples"; I like the loyalty of the lotus, "the garden is all green in autumn to welcome the frost, but only the lotus stays red until it dies".
④In early winter, it’s a rainy afternoon. Alone, standing quietly by the lotus pond, listening to the rain and the remaining lotuses. The rain soaked the thoughts, making people forget about time and themselves. It was like a lonely silhouette, reflected in the ink painting made by randomly splashing the residual lotus, and melted into the quiet misty rain together with the residual lotus.
⑤The beauty of the remaining lotus is a kind of desolate and tragic beauty! The fallen leaves know the cold, the birds migrate south, the eyes are full of desolation, and the lotus has become a mourning. The remaining lotuses in the cold rain have lost all their prosperity, become yellow and haggard, have gone through the vicissitudes of life, and have no time to care about the world. There is no refreshing fragrance, no praise from literati and poets. A miserable cold rain fell on the remaining lotuses, filling the pond with loneliness and loneliness. The raindrops rippled lightly, as if sighing slightly. Look at the remnant lotus pond, which is full of broken leaves. In the wind and rain, some are holding up their dark brown leaves, and some are broken and broken by the wind and rain, standing upside down in the water; some leaves are broken, some are curled, and some are lying in the mud. B either raises his head to the sky, or lowers his head and sinks, or clings to each other, or the branches and leaves intersect... Who can understand the prosperity and decline of the world, the heat and coolness of the world, and Lian's thoughts?
⑥ "Autumn Yin" The lingering frost flies late, leaving the remaining lotus to listen to the sound of rain. "The beauty of the remaining lotus is a state of mind after going through vicissitudes of life, desolate and distant; it is calm, fragile and unyielding after experiencing thousands of mortal world; it is prosperity. After the fall, the elegance and calmness that still persisted in the cold wind and rain. Maybe there is a beautiful dream hidden in her heart, waiting for the midsummer of next year, ().
⑦Listen to He’s heartfelt words and appreciate He’s proud grace. Listening to the rain with residual lotus is to let the heart wander among the purest and most holy verses, to allow the soul to accumulate a piece of clarity, and to allow the soul to be purified one more time. Feeling grateful for the reincarnation of the four seasons and the passage of life, I only hope that life will be like a lotus: in the desolation of the faded prosperity, I can maintain the innate unyieldingness and holiness of life; in the adversity of the cold wind and rain, I can maintain the integrity of my soul. That innocence and nobility.
⑧Remnant, I worship you: for your unyieldingness, for your magnanimity of standing alone despite your withered body, for your calmness of not taking pleasure in things or feeling sad about yourself, and for what is hidden in your life. The aloofness and self-confidence in the world!
⑨ Listening to the rain quietly is like listening to the footsteps of life fading away; listening to the residual lotus bearing the rain is like listening to one's own lonely heart. A kind of gratitude from the depths of life arises spontaneously: life should be based on holiness, the soul should be accompanied by nobility, the fragrant and jade-like bones will still remain, and the haggard body and the fragrant fragrance will last forever.