Lotus is the violet of forget the sorrow River.
She has a lonely skirt.
She is dancing in a snow-white dance.
She smells of the moon.
My friend, if you can't help it,
Don't pick it
She knows the pain of love.
She has bitter tears.
Lotus is Qingyan's faithful companion.
She is the violet before the Buddha.
Bathed in the quiet Sanskrit singing.
Blooming quietly on the forgotten river
At the end of summer, the fragrance of lotus filled the whole night sky.
I saw her tearful lotus seeds.
Fall into the palm of Buddha.
The Buddha sighed softly: idiot, idiot ...
2)
Are you Qiu Shui or Ying Chi?
Are you thin moon or thin eyebrows?
You are the devil and goddess in the water.
This is crystal amber.
It's a green language youth.
It's Jiangnan water town
It is the dust falling at the foot of Guanyin.
You are volley
Flying in the air
Lack of flight experience
This is a world in a grain of sand.
This is a paradise in flowers.
There is a faint melancholy.
There are shallow clear tears
Have deep emotional sadness.
You are sacred.
Self-love and eternal peace
A water lily in autumn water.
smile faintly
3)
Rouge. The snow is thin. Smoked and submerged.
Moon shadow beauty. Surging waves
Micro steps. Silk skirt
Dust.
There is no dream entanglement in Lianhu Bay.
As extreme as ink painting.
Maybe you are in July.
The wind.
This life is here, look at it.
Send incense. Look at the dew
It's watertight.
4)
Dreams are naked.
The soul is a dark cloud, why?
Floating on the blue sky
The sky in August is too blue.
Incredible blue.
Blue is a little melancholy.
We accept the invitation of dreams.
Accept the dark clouds of the soul
We are floating in the blue sky.
Idle clouds are like the sound of prodigal children.
In the sea, the waves are higher than the waves.
In our dreams, the tides rise and fall.
We rise and fall, we surge.
The wild rhythm becomes
Spray after spray.
When we reach out and touch the flowers in the water
Splash quietly from your fingertips.
Run away, can't stay.
Buddha could not help but sigh:
Nothing, nothingness
The nothingness of all life
After all, it is nothingness, nothingness
5)
In September, the lotus gradually withered.
My heart gradually cooled down.
Let the wings fall
Fall on the illusory lamp
Fall into the world of mortals
midnight
Blake and I
Sit face to face.
Sludge and lotus root
And stick together face to face.
At this point, I saw Zhou Dunyi's Ailian said
With the shackles of love
Du Zhuo time.
Gone and gone. ...