Poems praising water lilies
Part 1: The Awakening of Water Lilies
Maybe it’s not because of the rain last night
The earth is clean and the air is fresh< /p>
Perhaps it is because of the watering last night
The black heat has grown into white coolness
The wildness and restlessness have become tranquil and warm
Becomes a touch of sadness in the light days
The intrusion of seven water lilies two years ago
Like the dazzling refraction of roses
I am Bright eyes burned
Seven clusters of water lilies hanging in the pool
Like seven heavy crosses
Restless, heavy, lonely and hopeless
Like The pain left by the rose thorn
The seven looming scars left behind
The scars that are about to heal
I can no longer say that everything is still insignificant
Missing the lotus in the lotus pond outside
The rose lying quietly still
Still between the breeze and drizzle
Lingering and lingering withered and Blooming
I saw the lotus in the lotus pond
The connection between leaves and heart, support and clinging
Flying in the wind and drifting in the rain
Seven clusters of shifted Beidou
Sparkling with colorful aura
Stand up, I said to myself
Abandon indifference and prejudice
Let the stormy journey
No longer worry about the debauchery
The color of time has become darker
Let our hearts also stand up
Like lotus buds and lotus flowers in the lotus pond
Blooming innocent enthusiasm and purity
Showing elegance and hope
Like roses standing by the pond
There is always withering and blooming between thorns
Just like green mountains and green water
Although the green ones are not necessarily mountains
Although green is not necessarily water
Green mountains and green waters will always remain high
Part 2: Water lilies
Messy and rough passion
Dye and smear the scented breath of water lilies
Your blue and green sleep drifts in the sound of running water
The pink lotus lights up the mind of the boudoir
Zhou Dunyi’s thousand-year admonition cut the fingers of admiration
I retreated and looked through the window of the 21st century
One rain, another rain
The sound of rain is noisy Ringing in the Afterlife
Part 3: Watching a Water Lily
A water lily quietly
reaches out into a pond full of fragrance
Following last night’s dream
The thoughts that move in circles
Lyric on May
In the pond, three or five fish
Flying around her
Every morning, I will
stand here and imagine quietly
With a nostalgic heart< /p>
The surprises and sorrows of the past
In the wind or early summer
I have come here more often, and some old dreams
Start to wake up here Come
But it is so beautiful
So suitable, a lifetime
Staying here for a short time may just be this time
Take off from now on
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