Modern poems of lotus 1: pure lotus, pure lotus,
In the long lake;
Have a pure smile.
Pure lotus,
Like a small sail on the lake;
Played a happy overture.
Pure lotus,
In the affectionate lake;
Just like that innocent girl.
Pure lotus,
In the happy lake;
Dream like a bride.
Pure lotus,
A lotus flower that can't be painted.
Describe the beauty of the world.
Pure lotus,
In the embrace of white clouds,
Singing that fresh folk song.
Pure lotus,
In a picturesque lake;
Sadness without self.
Pure lotus,
Your gentle and graceful posture;
Like snow in winter.
Pure lotus,
In a happy world;
Give people love and affection.
Pure lotus,
In the notes of life;
I danced a happy dance.
Lotus Modern Poetry II: Lotus in the Distance
I saw your sacred aura.
Asymptotically
I can smell your fragrance.
You have the broadest mind.
Your green is like ink.
Before you brush off all the dust
You have the purest smile.
You are as pink as a daisy
Can purify all troubles and grievances.
I really want to be near you.
I can't move my feet.
Your holiness
Dare not blaspheme
good
Too worried about dust.
Will pollute the final purity.
The distance is just right
Can find the quietest
Can find the purest
oneself
Last resort
With you; have you
The purest among us.
Forever exists
Modern Poem 3 of Lotus: Lotus is separated by a thick stack of days.
I play it gently.
What pages of the diary collapsed?
The memory of defeat is like a sandcastle.
Sighs are everywhere
You always like to ask
Whose years have such a graceful piano sound?
But do you remember?
That helpless summer.
That shy teenager.
Do you know
Do you know
About your first meeting.
The second time in the summer sunshine.
Those sunny smiles
Those clear eyes
To my heart.
Buddha meditated at that time.
Does he understand the Millennium I don't pray for?
In fact, I have always been so pessimistic.
Like a desert dream about the sea.
Who spits lotus flowers?
Who sent roses?
I've been worshipping in the distance
Let the sound of flowers bloom all the time.
I can't imagine how vivid your smile is all year round.
It's hard to doubt those soft scents.
How to strengthen every good word
I have been trying
I have always believed that such fairy tales will last from spring to next year.
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