A lotus, lying quietly in the middle of the water, with dew lingering on your petals, the wind caressing you, and a drop of water quietly dripping from your petals, are you crying?
You are quietly in the middle of the water, the moon gently touches the trembling heart of the flower, a pond of water, you are independent in it, reincarnation for thousands of years in the deepest part of the water, blue wraps you, a melancholy flower Blue lotus.
Lotus, you are in the thousand-year-old rhyme of the Six Dynasties Yuefu. From your poems and poems, you float out the lines of "coming out of the mud but not stained". People describe your nobility in ink and wash. , and beauty.
Who knew that hundreds of millions of years ago, a couple met without fate, so the woman prayed for fate. Who would know that in your previous life, you played the love song for five hundred years beside the lotus pond for the woman who was seeking love for a lifetime, and the blood flowing from your fingertips turned into a song and a butterfly, for that woman A woman who has been in love for a lifetime has shed tears of lovesickness for five hundred years by the lotus pond. You have looked at thousands of sails and sang all your sorrow. Thousands of years of lovesickness have not been able to move the Lord Buddha, so you knelt at the knees of the Lord Buddha for another five hundred years. , I just want a lifelong relationship with my lover.
The Buddha said: Who can relieve the great suffering of the lotus? If you were the lotus, would you abandon the water surface and dust and emerge completely like a rock? The Buddha said again: Destiny cannot be sought, it cannot be sought. If you drown three thousand people, you can only take a gourd to drink. If the gourd goes, it will not float away. Let's reincarnate in the lotus pond. If we are destined to meet you, we will meet you. Your period of decline will be your period of rebirth. hour. You nodded without hesitation and could no longer answer. Holding the bloody heart, your tearful eyes looked wordlessly at the aloft Lord Buddha, who saves all sentient beings.
You stretch your palms into the air, and your bloody and broken heart trembles in the wind. You grab back your weak fingers. You are heartless, covering your painful chest, and your eyes are lowered. Waiting for the Lord Buddha's gift, you become a lotus flower that blooms in the lotus pond that he must pass by. Just for that love in this life, you are willing to be a lotus flower in reincarnation,
So you wait in reincarnation, wait in reincarnation, the sun shines in your empty flower heart, you sway in the wind just for that white Make him remember you. In the dark night, you collect the dewdrops, just so that they can sparkle in the sun and let his eyes have your passionate memory. You are waiting in the deep pool, hoping from afar, exuding a faint fragrance of lotus, just to lead him to your side, the calm lotus pond, and the restless lotus heart.
You wait without the flowering period. When a pond of lotus flowers passes away, you still stand in the middle of the water with your lovesickness. Listening to the earth breathing slightly, listening to the gurgling water, your tears turn into water drops and fall into it. The deep pool sinks with your heart. When the sun retreats, you gradually rise. Some sufferings, accompanied by wordless sighs, flash in the vast sea. The lotus water is like a mirror, repeating those images.
A beautiful dream ripples with the clear water. You stretch out the lotus leaves and are still waiting eagerly. Those rootless floating clouds accompany you. You open the doors far away from the world and gaze at the things that already exist. Thousand-year-old Buddha statues, my thoughts enter into the love in ancient times, and I sink again.
The blue sky dyes your petals, and your melancholy heart is blue. The wind knows who you are waiting for, and you stay in the wind waiting for the passing love. Blue flies in the sky of dreams, just waiting for that fate. You look towards the shore, waiting for that familiar figure. You are clothed in clean clothes and spotless. In the season when the flowers have withered, you face the sky and wait silently for thousands of years.
Your figure is reflected in the pond water, and loneliness resides in the gap between the lotus roots. Your waiting, your love, and your dreams are reincarnated in the dream of the lotus pond. You are waiting to meet again in the lotus pond, waiting to be destroyed, just for the love of that life. It is said that lotus seeds are slightly bitter. Who can understand those lotus seeds is your bitter lotus heart. Who knows the lotus heart, and who can remember it? The woman seeking fate.
For thousands of years, you have stood in the water, seen all the joys and sorrows of the world, and listened to all the tragedies of the world. It is just a word of fate. You have no regrets about the ravages of the world, no complaints about the wind, rain, frost and snow in the world. . The clouds are floating, the wind is blowing, and a few drops of water fall in the blue sky. It is the clouds that are crying.
In the dark night, there is the melodious sound of the flute, who is playing the flute for you, the sound of the piano is sad, who is playing the pipa for you, who can let go, who can resolve the fate? Blue Lotus, you are just seeking a fate, how many lifetimes and calamities do you have to wait?
You look at the pale night, the moon is crescent, and you cast a hint of melancholy, so the moon also has a hint of blue. In the deep night, you pick up a drop of lovesickness dew and wave it into the night sky, so the stars become cool.
A lotus flower, covered in blue, blooms in the world, in the lotus pond where love must pass.
A blue lotus, full of melancholy, waiting for a thousand years, just for that one love.