There is a fragrance in my heart. Where is the lotus? In my heart, there is also a lotus pond that belongs to my own heart. There, I avoided the noise of traffic; There, I injected a pool of clear water and planted a heart load; There, listen to the heart of a lotus flower and listen to the wind of a lotus flower dancing; There, enjoy a pool of blooming lotus flowers and smell a wisp of lotus fragrance. ...
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Encounter the lotus pond, a pool of lotus.
I have imagined countless times that I am probably a wandering journey on the road. Somewhere in real life, there must be an acre of pond. So, I have been looking for, looking for my hometown. I am also thinking, if I find it, I will always choose a suitable day in a suitable season, a leaf boat, and go downstream, just to reach the place where my dreams haunt me.
Vaguely, during the nap, a voice seems to come from far away: the lotus is in bloom, won't you come back and have a look? Suddenly there is a panic that I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I can't tell whether I am dreaming or awake. This quiet voice has appeared more than once. Am I a lost person? In a trance, I feel that I really came here from my distant hometown Holland. Or, somewhere, is there really my lotus pond?
So, I finally decided to go to Holland to find my lotus pond and see my heart.
When I finally stood there, my heart was full of warm joy.
How many years have I chased, how many days and nights have I searched, my lotus pond, here I am. ...
Just for this voice to call affectionately, just for the persistent waiting of this season's flowers. I walked with fine steps, covered with wind and frost all the way. In June, I finally met you, my lotus pond. Oh, your faint lotus pond is really my hometown? Is there really an acre of lotus in my heart here? Looking at this lotus pond full of fields and leaves, I always have doubts.
Here I am, in this summer evening breeze, meeting your infinite elegance and tenderness. The flowing pool water, like a beautiful piece of music, charmed the moonlight watching you for thousands of years in the sky, and also quietly escaped from the starry night sky.
Lotus leaf field, lotus Tingting, lotus fragrance faint, like a wisp of heart sound, reaching my heart.
On the rippling lake, the breeze blew and rippled. The endless lotus leaf, like a furry green umbrella, is growing wildly and flaunting. The lotus reflecting sunlight is charming, swaying and fragrant. The lilac stem of the lotus sticks out and holds up a mass of red, white and pink lotus, which is slim and graceful. The green lotus leaf, like a tall umbrella, covers the yellow stamens. Those yellow petals are like thin clothes. Red, white and pink lotus flowers are so pure and beautiful.
"Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. " Blue sky, white clouds; Clear water, green leaves, all this, carved more than boundless amorous feelings? Lotus heart is not dyed, oh, this innocent heart, this pure feeling, like the lotus in this faint lotus pond, is full of bright light in this green infinity.
I am infatuated with you, so I came to you, just to soothe the long-term sadness between your eyebrows and play a faint fragrance for you.
Time flies and I wander around, waiting for this season. Just like the lilac girl who is full of faint sadness in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River, my mood is also a little bit melancholy. The pool is full of flowers, but there are no Iraqis. Only this faint fragrance with the water, lasting for several years.
Walking alone in your empty and confused eyes, I can't help but ask softly: You have been silent for thousands of years, can you take my heart away? In the misty rain building, flute songs and dances have been sung for thousands of years. Can you bring your' smiling face'? Looking back suddenly, I left behind a string of endless homesickness.
If so, I would like to be a lotus-picking woman thousands of years ago, guarding a pond, picking lotus with her head down, avoiding lotus flowers, placing them indifferently and brewing several jars of lotus wine. However, I don't know if there will be anyone outside me who will linger for this pool of pure lotus, and enjoy this pool of pure lotus with me and be intoxicated by this wonderful wine. Then sing lotus poems together and copy the charm of lotus flowers?
Maybe we are all passers-by here. In this gentle dream, I appreciate the Zen rhyme of lotus and read its mind. In fact, that pool of clear water, that lotus, in the end, still have to return to plain and simple. It is because of your simplicity and cleanliness that many beautiful and pure legends will be derived, and there will be poems with deep charm.
Or, you are just my hometown, just a harbor for me to rest when I am tired. You turned the tender feelings of wind and frost into a lotus dream, buried deep in this lotus pond, pinned on this lotus flower, and let time change, only wishing a lingering heart to flow slowly. ...
Suddenly, melodious music came from my ear, like a gentle call, accompanied by repeated lotus fragrance; Like a tinkling spring, it suddenly crashed into my heart. At this moment, I realized that the lotus pond, which bears the beautiful moonlight and fragrance for thousands of years, is actually full of affectionate poems and beautiful legends that are not old.
Moonlight in the lotus pond, a thousand-year-old poetic rhyme
The lotus pond is quiet and the moonlight dissolves.
Standing by the pool, walking in the lotus pond under the moonlight, walking on the path beside the lotus pond, watching the lotus and smelling its fragrance. I am thinking in my heart, will this lotus pond, this moonlight, still be the lotus pond thousands of years ago? If so, what about the lotus pickers thousands of years ago?
Suddenly, a burst of laughter and noise turned out to be a group of young people, a group of college students full of youthful breath. While talking and laughing, they photographed their happy time and their beautiful youth images. Looking at their energetic smiles, I seem to see their hearts that are not polluted by secular dust, and I can't help but wonder: Will these young people come out of the Lotus Picking Fu? So, my eyes entered the distant picture and the beautiful scenery of the ancient song. ...
In fact, the ode to picking lotus is a montage close-up, which brings us into a beautiful romantic scenery: the whole article begins with a description of the red lotus in the river, and in a few words, it is as intimate as the lotus in clear water. Its line drawing technique is more nuanced. Then, the camera gradually extended, and the picture gradually unfolded. A picture of lotus picking in summer slowly unfolded: "I move the algae to hang, and the boat moves away", "I want to slim my waist and walk slowly." In early summer and late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. "These two vivid pens are slowly shaking a painting boat in front of us. As a result, the whole picture flowed and became lively. Then, a group of beautiful young girls appeared. They are in the prime of life, young and beautiful, and are in the prime of life. They are so vivid and wonderful that they give people a beautiful feeling. If we use the words "smile" and "fold" again, it is like a dragonfly, and beauty lies in casual ripples. Finally, when they rowed leisurely and happily, the girl sang a affectionate song, which became a bright color like the finishing touch. Jasper's image of a little girl is looming, and it comes naturally. It is really "lotus noodles are messy and lotus leaves are fragrant." In a trance, people actually have the illusion that lotus also looks like lotus; Clothes are also loaded, and Dutch clothes are also loaded; The clothes are fragrant and seamless. A lotus picture filled with agarwood is adorned by these charming girls, forming a beautiful scenery with natural beauty.
Therefore, I can't help but think of the sentence in "Xizhou Song": "In autumn, lotus is picked in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. In the lotus chest sleeve, the lotus heart is all red. " I seem to see the woman picking lotus flowers dressed in apricot red, with a plum flower hairpin obliquely inserted next to the Heiyun Temple on her head, coming to Nantang, bowing her head to pick lotus flowers, making lotus flowers and setting lotus flowers. This coherent movement completely reproduces the lingering feelings of women. Thus, this scene appeared in front of us: in the depths of the lotus pond, in the fine ripples, among the leafy green lotus leaves, red, white, pink and blue lotus flowers competed to open, and sometimes green lotus flowers poked their heads out. A leaf boat, leisurely walking in the water, handsome teenagers and beautiful girls, silently conveying their feelings. The boat slowly rippled back and forth. A woman's waist is like a lotus flower in this good season of late spring and early summer. Ye Er is tender, and the flowers are red. Oh, these two lovers are so exciting.
The wind, blowing gently; Water, slightly rippling. The ripples in the pool surround the lotus full of the pool, as if whispering about the attachment to the lotus. Lotus flowers stand quietly and shyly in the shallow singing and whispering of a frog, blending with the scenery and reflecting into a painting.
Suddenly, I seem to see a woman who lost her Song lyrics, slowly floating from the depths of the lotus pond, humming softly: always remember the pavilion in the sunset, intoxicated and I don't know the way home. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. If she is in the cardamom, can you think of her wandering days and ill-fated fate in the future?
Walking on the winding path of the lotus pond, I vaguely feel that this is the lotus pond that Mr. Zhu Ziqing walks through every day. I'm savoring his feelings when he walked on this small road that day, and I'm also appreciating the beauty of his solitude-there is only one person on the road, walking alone under this boundless moon and enjoying this boundless lotus fragrance with a free mood. White, pink and red lotus flowers are dotted on the winding lotus pond, among the leaves in emerging fields. Under the gentle breeze, the fragrance is in the author's heart, as if it were a song from afar, which makes his heart clear, his heart soft and his feelings lingering.
I didn't believe in love at first sight. However, at this moment, I saw you-my lotus pond, love, which is a very vulgar and extremely vulgar word, deeply engraved in my heart. Lotus pond, like a love affair in my life, grew up in the soil of love.
Suddenly, this song came from my ear. Looked up and turned out to be the group of college students:
"Just for the look of your turn, I will pray for you all my life, just for a promise you didn't intend to make, and I will be your shadow. I am the lotus seed you lost 500 years ago, which blooms for you once a year. How many people have praised the lotus's reserve, who can understand the lotus's heart ... "
Listening to this tear-jerking song, I seem to feel that the expectation that I couldn't make an appointment may be just around the corner. ...
Lotus of heart, lotus of blue dream.
In a blink of an eye, I have been here for some time, enjoying the seclusion life like a fairyland here, but with the noise and prosperity that can not be ignored. I'm addicted to it. I'm obsessed with it This is the most beautiful scenery I haven't seen for a long time in my heart. The scenery is beautiful and simple, with simple leaves and flowers. Simple people, simple things. However, sometimes I feel that leaves are not leaves and flowers are not flowers. Have a dream.
Through the dim moonlight, I am in this dreamlike place, and I always feel that some encounters in my life, even by accident, are always unforgettable. A look back and a gaze may all be a kind of fate, deep or shallow. Because of my personality, I quite like this feeling. I prefer the clean flowers here. I often hear that "lotus leaves the heart untouched", which probably means that the lotus is extremely refreshing and clean. Very clean, which is not available in any kind of flowers. This is why there is a saying that "mud never sticks". Maybe it's another reason that makes me feel a little sorry for this flower. ...
On a return visit to space, I saw a poem named "Lotus City" in my friend's diary:
You are a clear lotus,
Lonely and quiet, in the pursuit of truth and falsehood,
Smile and you'll be relieved.
You shouldn't break into my city,
Left me the cold of the world,
At this moment,
A city, a lotus,
A lifetime of resentment.
If there is an afterlife, I will be a lotus.
Can you see me on your obsessed lake?
The whirling of past lives and the tears of this life?
……
When I read this poem of his, I was moved by the sadness in it. Thinking in my heart, what is the temperament of a woman who makes him feel so hard to get rid of? What touching stories do they have? Probably, this woman is fresh and elegant as lotus, spotless and free from vulgarity. Otherwise, how could this handsome man have such tenderness and endless thoughts?
Then, I know, his heart flew to that distant place again, and he was thinking about the woman who reflected the moon like a lotus.
So I am thinking, are some relationships in the world fate or robbery? Let those spoony people feel sad in helplessness; Missing is tangled, but in the end it can't break the secular definition.
His hometown is Jiangnan water town, where ten thousand mu of lotus pond is located. How beautiful is the lotus flower every time? It is probably more appropriate to describe it as "the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful and the lotus flowers are of different colors". I am also imagining the fragrance of his clean lotus under the breeze.
Once saw such a sentence, Xue Xiaochan said: You should have a lotus in your heart.
Seeing this Zen-filled sentence, my heart is favorable. Yes, she is absolutely right. In fact, there is a lotus in everyone's heart. Each lotus is painted with different colors, blooming with different charm, fragrant with different fragrance and containing different charm. ...
So, what is the lotus in my heart? I thought about it for a long time and suddenly realized: if there is a lotus in my heart, it must be a blue lotus. This blue lotus quietly exudes a faint fragrance, clear and charming, clean and dusty; With a quiet charm, but also wantonly publicize the unique domineering; Calm with the atmosphere, open-minded with gentleness.
Lotus is like a dream, and the lotus in my heart belongs to this lotus blue dream. How gorgeous and bright the heart of this lotus flower is!
In my lotus dream, there must be a romantic man who claims to be infatuated in the sky and doesn't eat rich flowers on earth. His water-like Zen mind and cold feelings moved and fascinated me. He has been in the world of mortals for 30 years, experiencing the world of mortals and encountering emotional entanglements. Yushu is in the breeze, and poetry and wine pay for beauty. He used his life's romantic talent and full of his economy to interpret his youthful poems.
Standing on the ferry of time, I am salvaging an old story 300 years ago. As if still sitting quietly beside his pavilion, listening to his "drinking words":
Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?
This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
……
Looking at the clear lotus in the lake, my heart is full of stories of time. Time, what is this concept? And the word time always makes people feel very lost.
At this time, I feel that I am in the tunnel of time and see myself in confusion. After hesitation, depression, confusion, wandering ... it will always be a clear blue sky.
Usually, I always see someone write: "Sit still in the world of mortals" or "Look at the time". At this time, I am probably like this. In this way, in this intensive time, I looked at myself, looked at the time and communicated. I seem to see that the past time, distant scenery, lingering mood, the story of agarwood at every time, accompanied by a wisp of lotus fragrance accidentally broke into my heart. ...