Lyric prose on lotus 1 July is the season of lotus.
I remember when I was a child, from January to July, schools also had holidays. My friends and I often go to the pond to pick lotus leaves and see them.
The county seat is too small to walk 100 meters out of the city. Just a small pond next to each other. The water in the pond is clear and cool, and the water depth is generally knee-deep and waist-deep. Naughty children like to go wading. In the pond, small fish swim among the dark green plants. Children naturally don't know the happiness of fish, but compete to catch fish. Wild water chestnuts often grow in the pond. If you turn over the seedlings, you can pick them one by one. Light green is tender water chestnut, peeled off with nails, and whisked water chestnut rice is sent to the mouth, crisp and sweet; When I met an old water chestnut, I couldn't peel it off with my nails, so I took it home and cooked it. This is almost My Sweetie, and this is another flavor.
The most enjoyable thing is to pick lotus leaves to see lotus flowers. I remember when we were young, there seemed to be no ornamental flowers in our hometown, and few people raised flowers. There are no flowers to see. What impressed me was only the white gardenia in the yard and the graceful pink lotus in the wild pond. The whole city can smell gardenia, but not many people have gardenia trees. If you want a gardenia in someone else's house, it depends on the relationship and the person's face. Look at the lotus outside the city. In almost every pond, the flowers are huge, beautiful and elegant, and the flowers are very light. Among the green lotus leaves, pink lotus stands upright and looks the most pleasing to the eye.
Even happier, the lotus pond, the lotus leaf, and the owner of the lotus flower are the children themselves. Take off your underwear, go into the water naked and go straight to Lotus. You can put the lotus in front of your nose and smell it, hold it in your arms and kiss it. Before coming out of the water, pick a big green lotus leaf and put it on your head to keep out the hot sun; Pick a lotus flower in bud, take it home and put it in a bottle; When you are lucky, you can also pick a fresh lotus flower, peel off the lotus seeds and rice, and savor its pleasant fragrance while walking.
Ancient literati like to praise the purity of lotus, which is not our children's business. What we like about it is that it looks good, that is, it can be close, that is, it can break a branch to go home and peel off the lotus to eat. Of course, I gradually like its beautiful appearance and graceful appearance.
The first time I heard someone comment on lotus in elegant language was probably in the third grade, when someone was three or two years older than me? Small? Speaking of lotus, suddenly sing it out? Mud without dye, clear without demon? To this poem. I didn't read much at that time, and I didn't know the source of this sentence. I thought it was a son. Acid? , but also feel and brother that lofty, determined to Xiu Yuan, meticulous secular character is quite consistent. After all, because this word is beautiful and charming, I immediately remembered it and gradually liked it.
Soon, I read Zhou Dunyi's On Ailian:
The flowers of land and water plants are very fragrant. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, people all over the world have loved peonies. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside, not crawling, fragrant and clear. It is slim and elegant, so you can look at it from a distance without looking ridiculous.
Want to call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Who gave the lotus love? Peony love is suitable for all ages!
Zhou Dunyi (10 17- 1073) was a Dali scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. Ci Hai commented on him like this: Taiji, Li, Qi, Sex and Fate he put forward became the basic category of Neo-Confucianism in Song and Ming Dynasties, and he himself became one of the founders of Neo-Confucianism. ? Scholars such as Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Shao Yong, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi founded various schools of Neo-Confucianism in the Northern Song Dynasty, while Zhu developed Neo-Confucianism in the Southern Song Dynasty and formed Neo-Confucianism in the Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, which influenced the ancient philosophy of China for thousands of years. Zhou Dunyi is undoubtedly the originator of Neo-Confucianism. Zhou Dunyi's theory of cosmic composition is summarized? Promise? And then what? Tai Chi? , to? Tai Chi? And then what? Extremely human? Drawing; And then what? Extremely human? Namely. Honesty? ,? Honesty? Is it? Pure perfection? what's up The foundation of the five permanent members and the source of all walks of life? , is the highest state of morality. After reading these, it may not be difficult for you to understand why the founder of Taoism sitting in the grave is full of praise for the lotus flower! Awesome!
You see, peony is a flower of wealth, autumn chrysanthemum is a flower of seclusion, and only lotus is a flower of a gentleman! A gentleman in a flower is also!
The lyric prose about lotus is in mid-July. The boat of time is floating, and another year is drifting away. If the twilight is magnificent and fleeting, it will be thrown into the deep sea floor.
This summer is unusually cool. The breeze is blowing gently, and the autumn is crisp. The wind is very soft. Rain, like a parting lover, lingers.
Sunshine, changing the fiery and enthusiastic character of previous years, is a little more reserved and elegant. Even in the afternoon, it won't sweat like a steamer. Clouds are no longer all white and soft. Thin, gray, occasionally or cloudy. Sunshine, like a beauty who passed through ancient times, still holds a basket of Shimada Hanzo from time to time.
Get up early, leisurely, and stroll in the depths of the green path. Slight breeze, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and wet dew, refreshing, refreshing. Clear hair, fluttering skirts, green on the face, lotus flowers standing, birds singing cicadas, frogs falling, beautiful as a fairyland.
If, in the afternoon, I am lucky enough to meet a drizzle floating from the horizon, passing through the hazy rain and fog, the mountains are falling, the water is boundless, the people are sparse, and the breeze kisses me, I will enjoy the scenery at the window and feel a poetic softness in my heart!
Twilight, community square, singing and dancing. The aunts and sisters are sweating like rain, and they are crazy in the cadence square dance. It suddenly occurred to me that the Chinese aunt who danced square dance on TV recently went abroad. It is reported that a Chinese aunt was dancing in a square in new york. After being warned twice by the police for playing a recording too loudly, she was taken away in handcuffs. I sincerely admire this Chinese aunt's love and persistence in square dance, and I can't help but give her thumbs up and praise her. In recent years, the popularity of square dance is very dark, from the poetry in the south of the Yangtze River to the glaciers in the north, from the noisy city to the beautiful countryside. As long as you are willing to go out of the house, in the streets and lanes, in the fields, in pieces, in piles, in groups, elegant and beautiful Chinese aunts are twisting their slender waist almost crazily, with an overwhelming momentum, like a rough sea.
I can't stand the encouragement of my friends. That day, following the rhyme of the sunset, I also joined the square dance. Despite my friends' patient advice, I still don't know what to do. I'm in a hurry. Although there were footsteps, I forgot to do it manually, so it goes without saying that I was embarrassed and helpless. Dancing that seems easy to learn is difficult for me. Swing from side to side, but you can't step on it. Watching a friend spin like a swallow makes me envy. After all, I can't dance well, and I can't dance that charming dance, so I have to lose in a big mess.
The lazier I am, the more I like this quiet house life. A person, staying in a quiet and lonely room in a corner, lazily leaning on the soft sofa, with a cup of boiling water on the coffee table, curling or cool; A book, put it at hand, or the ink is dense, or the agarwood is yellowish. Occasionally squinting, it seems that I can't sleep, some are gentle and some are blurred; Occasionally, I looked up, looked through the dimly swaying bamboo shadows on the glass sliding door, and landed on the green and delicate flowers and plants on the balcony. At this time, the soft heart will bloom like a ripple of surprise and happiness.
I don't know when or why, but all of a sudden, I lost my previous desire to write.
I want to come, last year or the year before, or even further, the year before. Also, this July day, just, the July day at that time, should be another matter. The scorching sun, the earth like an iron furnace, the scorching sun inadvertently fell on my body, and my skin smelled of smoke pain and burnt fur.
At noon, people hide in comfortable air-conditioned rooms early. Lying on a cool and comfortable bamboo mat, or staring at the screen of a mobile phone or sleeping peacefully at the invitation of Duke Zhou. It is also the time to enjoy the sweet happiness of life, but I am alone in the shop without air conditioning, in front of the computer, in the flowing melody, concentrating on knocking out warm squares. In the street, people who walk in bits and pieces cover the road with umbrellas, and people who walk in bits and pieces cover their flaming cheeks with umbrellas and hurry. The floor fan around me is spinning around the clock, screaming in a hoarse voice, and the blades that keep spinning around the shaft are emitting a faint yellow light, and the hot face is coming. These can't affect my enthusiasm for typing at all. With the murmuring melody, my thoughts come in droves, such as the green that stretches around, leaving fragrance between my fingers.
Now that I think about it carefully, I wonder why there was such a high passion and desire to write at that time, and a new book was about to be published in three or four days. I just want to write, I really want to write! I think I have a lot to write. People around me, things they saw and heard, and messy feelings and feelings all gave pens and crawled on plain paper. That's enough to sweat. Mosquitoes bite insects. Netizen playing with the cloud: a prolific writer.
Either because I am a person who does things from beginning to end, or because of my mood, I lost the idea of writing for no reason. Many times, I clearly have a draft in my heart, but I don't want to write. I put it off again and again and finally died. Self-knowledge, thin pen and shallow ink, only sparse knowledge, can not become a climate, however, natural self-pity character, but let me not give up my persistence and love for words.
Or the bright moon at that time, the sky at that time. The time of crossing the small town seems very lofty, always dismissive of me, like a shadow passing by without a trace. Looking back, it was also July. Soft time, misty, crossed out.
Time, passing; Hua is old. Pull up your fingers and count the years. One, two, three, four, five is too late to quit, and the road to life is faintly visible. Sad! Alas!
Who can tell me where I can find who stole my time? Where should I pick up the memories left by the old days?
Living is a state of mind. Have a good attitude, but also need to have a good mood to pave the way. In a good mood Good mood can really exist, but there are few conditions that determine good mood. Making much ado about nothing may be right. I think I should be happy, and I should be happy enough. Just moved into a new house, 100 square meter. Although the decoration is simple, it is simple, bright and pleasing to the eye. A healthy husband, a good girl who gets along with her mother-in-law like mother and daughter after marriage, and a young couple respect each other like guests. Although my son is not on the list this year, this little entanglement is not enough to affect all my feelings.
That day, an old man came to the store to buy a lamp tube. He was full of energy and red, and he couldn't help admiring it. What shocked my soul most was not his health and longevity, but his optimistic and open-minded attitude. He said that from a biological point of view, his present age only belongs to the midday sun. He called me a young man and said I was the sun in the morning, which was a wonderful time in life. When I was speechless, my heart was slightly stunned and I realized something.
Since the world can't respond to our desire, 789 is bound to have a lot of troubles. In life, we will always meet some people and things we like or dislike. It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad. Everything that happens to us is fate. Some people are destined to be passers-by, such as the scenery that slides in front of them. It doesn't matter whether you stay or not. Some things are destined to be experiences, such as a shallow trace, which is irrelevant.
There are joys and sorrows in life, gains and losses, pains and worries, but these are not the whole of life. No matter how beautiful the flowers and scenery are, it is better to have a simple and indifferent attitude. Smart people, who know how to choose and bear too much, always bend over; If you eat too much, you will stay away from happiness. There is a plain and simple heart, that is, spring blossoms and flowing water gurgles. Happiness comes from oneself, from mood.
It's easier to live than to live. Along the way, life is full of ups and downs, ever-changing scenery, and time passes. What you want is to enjoy the scenery. Time flies, time flies, after thousands of vicissitudes, the heart is still clear and transparent, where is there no scenery?
Life is like a river, it won't be calm forever, and there will be ripples occasionally, which seems to be confused, but it is actually confused. Learn to live a quiet life with Buddha's heart. If you are old, look at the world calmly, be yourself, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and live a truly wonderful life.
You may not be excellent, but you must be happy. Live for yourself, know how to live well, be kind to yourself, remember never to please anyone, and don't change yourself to please anyone; Understand that I belong to this world, and this world will never belong to me, so I must try my best to be the truest, most beautiful and happiest myself.
In July, green is about to drip, and in July, lotus flowers are in full bloom.
Be a fresh and elegant lotus flower that blooms in July and lets you express yourself. Burning lotus, graceful water? .
Be a lotus flower that opens a quiet world, strong, unyielding, pure and beautiful, contrary to the pure spirit? Mud without dye, clear without demon? .