The lotus pond outside the window seems to be still asleep.
No dragonflies, no frogs singing.
The wide lotus leaf makes the fish swim around in the water and has never been touched by it.
Everything is so quiet that time seems to be expecting something.
The morning mist gradually dispersed.
A lotus is graceful in the middle of the water, as white as snow.
The green lotus leaves are swaying in the wind, and the dew drops drop by drop along the veins.
The water is clear, and a small fish is paddling in the depths of the blue sky and white clouds.
Lotus petals are silky and textured, half open and half closed.
Some expectations of past lives are faintly visible.
The pale yellow core gives off a faint fragrance.
In the distance, there is a flute, I wonder if it is.
A man who appreciates and knows lotus.
2, a grain of time
Precisely
the crown of the year
Fruits are covered with branches.
Your time.
somehow ..
Fall into my bamboo basket
heavy
Sending out a warm light.
Oh, okay.
Until spring comes.
Plant it in my yard.
Pull up weeds
Then, wait quietly.
Waiting for one day
Plant a tree
Huahao
full moon; a baby's completion of its first month of life