The admiration for lotus has a long history, especially in the rain. I have been looking forward to a rain for a long time, in the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom. For many reasons, I have failed to fulfill this long-cherished wish for many years. I can finally see that today.
Holding a plain flower umbrella, I approached the lotus pond with a happy and anxious mood. The rain in early summer is hazy, lingering in spring, falling gently and carefully. Walking into the lotus color in the rain is the spirit close to the rain. Lotus gives people a kind of tranquility and peace, and makes the heart return to nature.
Lotus flowers in the rain are as white as milk, as red as rouge, and some bloom like rosy clouds. When you gently open layers of petals, the bright yellow stamens will be exposed bit by bit. She wrapped the blue lotus with trembling filar silk buds and became the place where lotus seeds lived.
I like those lotus flowers that are in bud, one after another like a bride who closes the moon and feels ashamed of flowers, with a small cherry mouth and a tender face. It took a long time to unveil the red veil. Soft raindrops can't help kissing her face, kissing her body gently and wantonly, and letting the body fluids of life flow slowly in her concave and convex parts ... Lotus smiles, accepts and feels the rain.
Looking at the lotus in the rain, I can't help thinking of Daiyu. She once said, "I don't like Li Yishan's poems the most. I just like his sentence' Stay in the lotus and listen to the rain'." ...... "It seems that Princess Xiaoxiang not only likes bamboo, but also likes the symphony music played by residual lotus and raindrops, which is almost natural. There is also the lotus flower written by Yang Wanli, whether it is "the little lotus flower has just exposed its sharp corner, and the dragonfly has long stood on its head" or "the lotus leaf is infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flower is infinitely red in the sun." A small picture, a big picture, two realms, but they are all so pitiful that they cause endless reverie.
The rain is still falling tirelessly. Thin raindrops fall on the green lotus leaf, and the raindrops slowly flow down along the edge of the lotus leaf. One drop, two drops ... gather in the center of the lotus leaf to form a crystal clear pearl. The pearls are getting bigger and heavier, and the lotus leaves are swaying gently in the wind. The water drops rolled down with a bang and rippled around the pond, repeating the beautiful scenery of "raindrops singing on the water and shaking the green cover for a while" over and over again.
In an instant, I understood the origin of "water lily". The round green lotus leaves sleep on the water, neither high nor low. The wind moves the pearls to roll, silently setting off the bright red water lilies, lying quietly one after another, like a sleeping baby in a cradle, which makes me want to reach out and touch them.
The wind blows gently, with a faint lotus fragrance, and my heart is intoxicated bit by bit.
From: original prose