"Mud is not stained, chain is not demon." Write about the noble qualities of Lalian. The beauty of lotus is solemn, it is not as enchanting as peony, and it is not as illusory as rainbow.
Among the lotus flowers, I prefer the white lotus. I think Bai Lianhua showed the purity of the lotus flower incisively and vividly. Especially after the rain, the "white lotus" water drops rolled freely on the lotus leaf, and some water drops slipped slowly along the petal edge. Even better, a dragonfly standing on the lotus with a bag to fly is really icing on the cake.
Lotus is not empty but beautiful, and it also has treasures. From flowers to roots, there are endless functions in details. Flower heart with medicinal function, lotus seed with heat and detoxification, fragrant and delicious lotus root.
I love lotus, I don't care about its beauty, I love its function, I love its uniqueness. Lotus always seems to be separated from people by a certain distance, so people can't play with it in their hands. It stands upright in the middle of the water and there is nothing to do. I think this is one of the reasons why I love Lian.
Roses symbolize love, chrysanthemums represent missing, so the edge of lotus is pure.
Lotus is under the Guanyin seat, and lotus is in Xiangu's basket, which shows how sacred lotus is in China people's minds.
My favorite flower is lotus.
One day in early July, I went with the summer camp to Quyuan Fenghe, one of the ten scenic spots in the West Lake, which is a very famous place to enjoy the lotus.
I always thought that the wind and lotus of Qu Yuan was a winding and secluded courtyard. After listening to the introduction of the tour guide's sister, I realized that "Quyuan Fenghe", formerly known as "Quyuan Fenghe", was the earliest place to brew official wine and was famous for its many lotus flowers. The summer breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of lotus and wine is overflowing and intoxicating. People call it "the lotus wind of Qu Yuan". When Emperor Kangxi visited the West Lake in the south of Qing Dynasty, he renamed it "Qu Yuan Feng He", which is still in use today.
"After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is not the same as that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors." I am very excited to sing Yang Wanli's lotus poem. I am about to see such a beautiful scenery on the earth! As soon as we entered Qu Yuan's windy gate, my companions and I couldn't wait to jump for joy, cross the cobblestone tree-lined path, bypass the flowerbeds with lush green grass and compete for beauty, and go straight to the lake.
Standing by the lake, at first glance, the water waves are rippling, the lotus leaf field is crowded with green leaves, the round dew is shining, the sun is dancing on it, and the breeze is singing on it. The breeze in Xu Lai is fragrant. Eyes full of green, eyes full of lotus, eyes full of scenery, really beautiful, I was deeply attracted by this beautiful picture full of vitality and interest. Of course, the protagonist of this picture is the lotus, known as the gentleman in the flower. She is like a young girl, charming and moving, jade bone one by one. Some are innocent, lively and lovely, wearing green dresses and dancing with the rhythm of the breeze; Others are a little shy, holding a lovely green umbrella and covering their cheeks for a while before they show their most beautiful smile to everyone; Others are full of energy, full of vitality and in bud. ...
Standing in the pavilion, watching the green shadow of the lake, watching the lotus red and smelling the fragrance is refreshing; Strolling on small bridges of different shapes, people cross the bridge. For example, walking in Holland, people lean on flowers, flowers reflect people's faces, and flowers fall in love. Qu Yuan's wind and lotus are like a poem, a natural picture scroll, a beautiful music and a beautiful story.
I love the lotus, its fragrance, its graceful, its charm, its nobleness. I was very upset for a few days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming cotton songs vaguely. I put on my big shirt and walked out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under the boundless moon, a person can think of anything and think of nothing, and feel that he is a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the veins, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs! I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem.