Author bing Xin
My father's friend gave us two pots of lotus flowers.
A cylinder is red,
A cylinder is white,
It's all in the yard.
For eight years,
I didn't see the lotus in the yard.
But in my hometown garden,
But there are many. There are not only parallel,
There are three pedicels,
Four pedicels,
They are all red lotus.
One moonlit night nine years ago,
Grandpa and I are enjoying the cool in the garden.
Grandpa smiled and said to me:
"When Santillian first opened in our garden,
"We have just added you three sisters to this big family.
"Everyone is very happy,
Said it was Huarui. "
midnight
I heard the complicated sound of rain.
It is really cloudy to get up early.
I feel a little bored.
When you look out of the window,
That white lotus has withered.
White petals float in the water like boats.
There is only a small lotus on the stem.
And some pale yellow beards.
That red lotus,
Last night was awkward.
But it was full this morning,
Stand gracefully among the green leaves.
Still uncomfortable!
Wandering for a while,
Thunder rang out of the window.
Heavy rain followed,
It's getting worse.
That red lotus,
Dense raindrops
Hit left and right.
Under the open sky,
I dare not go downstairs,
I can't figure it out.
Calling for the mother in the house,
I rushed over,
Sit next to your mother.
Looking back,
Suddenly see
A big lotus leaf next to the red lotus,
Tilt down slowly,
It's covered with red lotus ......
My uneasy mood,
Suddenly it's gone!
The rain didn't stop,
Red-violet stopped trembling.
It kept raining,
Only on the brave and kind lotus leaf,
Some faint water droplets have gathered.
I was deeply moved-
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf,
I am red-violet!
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shade under my empty sky?
......
note:
Modern prose poetry is the easiest to change. A beautiful article, lying down is also a text. Stand up like me. I have also introduced my immature "experience" to young friends who like prose poetry. If you want to write prose poetry, you can write prose first and then stand up when you are satisfied. Sentences that are too long can be interrupted and then erected. The masterpieces of modern avant-garde masters, with dozens and hundreds of words, can't help but be cut down by a dead wood knife in our house, and they will be clear and bright immediately. Any master prose can be tried. Very relaxed.
Because Mother Lotus Leaf is Bing Xin's classic work, the next level is inferior, and I dare not use a knife too much. Please forgive me.