Moonlight over the lotus pond
I have been feeling quite uneasy these past few days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must look different under the full moonlight. The moon gradually rose, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and green. Beside the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don't know. On a moonless night, the road is eerie and a little scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also seem to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, when a person is alone under this vast moon, he can think about anything and think about nothing, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.
On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high in water, like the skirts of a graceful dancing girl. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, some are holding their petals shyly; just like a bunch of bright pearls, or like stars in the blue sky, and some are like stars in the blue sky. Like a beauty just out of the bath. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Fan Erling (English transliteration of violin).
On all sides of the lotus pond, far and near, there are trees high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotuses were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking Lotus":
Therefore, the enchanting girl Yuan (yuàn) made a promise to go boating; The algae is hanging when it is about to move, and the boat is floating when it is about to move. Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are young and the flowers are blooming, she smiles for fear of getting her clothes wet, and pulls her clothes back for fear of capsizing the boat.
It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.
Then I remembered the sentences in "Xizhou Song":
In the autumn of picking lotus in Nantang, the lotus flowers are more than the heads of people; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just a few shadows of running water will not do. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found myself in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
A grateful heart 500 words< /p>
People often ask me what is gratitude? Gratitude is a touch of green in the grass, a puddle of clarity in the gap between pebbles, and the freshness in the forest when the sun rises. Gratitude is the true expression of life, the burst of blood flowing and kindness, and the presentation of the beauty stored in the soul... …
Before the teacher said school was over, I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom, straight to the flower shop. I picked left and right, selected a few carnations, and tied them into a beautiful bouquet. Small bouquet.
As soon as I stepped into the house, I saw a message on the door: Xiaoying, today, my mother has something to do and she won't be home until 5:30. You can cook the food yourself. Remember, don't eat instant noodles. They are harmful to the body. I can't fill my stomach.
After reading the message, I put my schoolbag aside and started to decorate the room. After a while, the walls and chandeliers... were covered with colorful strips, shining under the soft light. On the dining table, I put the bouquet in the vase and placed a box of fresh cakes next to it. I looked at the time and saw that it was already 5:35. I quickly lit the candles and turned off the lights. The nine candles were like twinkling little stars, dancing in the dark room.
The hour hand pointed to 40 minutes, and my mother came back dragging her exhausted body. Thick beads of sweat were rolling on her forehead. She was dumbfounded outside the door as soon as she opened the door. "Is anyone having a birthday today?" "Yes, yes!" "Yes, why didn't I know!" Mom, your birthday has been neglected by your hard work. "Today is your birthday!" I threw myself into my mother's arms.
"Oh, thank you. In fact, mom is old, so there is no need to do it so well!" Mom stroked my head, tears shining tenderly in her eyes.
But I, but I, clearly felt that my mother’s tears contained relief for me and gratitude for me!
The small flowers decorating the creek are a sign of gratitude to the creek for irrigating it; the big trees covering the sky are a sign of gratitude to the soil and water for suckling it... I also want to use my own way to thank my mother. For my upbringing!