The sun rose slowly from the east, and we faced the morning breeze and came to the lotus pavilion. Oh! The lotus has bloomed, and the dark green lotus leaves are like big disks, very green. The following are excerpts of beautiful articles about lotus ponds that I compiled. You are welcome to read them.
Excerpts from beautiful articles describing the lotus pond: Another year of the color of the lotus pond
At six o'clock in the morning in early summer, the clear and transparent moon is still hiding in the clouds, unable to bear to leave, and there are few pedestrians on campus. , I rode a bicycle, dangling Xingsong's sleepy eyes. The scenery on campus is as usual, with greenery, lush branches and singing birds.
Passing by the West District Park, looking at the green grass and the flying pavilion, I remembered that I was looking for spring days here in the seventeenth year. I wanted to stop here and experience it again, but unfortunately I had the lotus pond in the North District in mind.
Recalling the dead branches and leaves of the lotus pond in winter, it was a depressing scene: the lake water turned dark green, no fish were swimming, birds were missing everywhere, and only the lotus roots lay sleeping at the bottom of the lake. go. The cleaning uncle held up a bamboo pole and took a small boat to carry pieces of black rotten dead leaves and branches onto the boat. Several children used long iron hooks to hook the lotus pods ashore and remove the ripe lotus seeds inside.
In the late spring of April, there was a drizzle of rain. The lotus pond seemed to have washed away the soil and debris of winter. Many lotus leaves began to grow, and several images of lotus leaves appeared in succession. The rain hits the lotus leaves, making a "tick-tock" sound, which makes people feel that the beautiful scenery of the lotus pond in midsummer is already gaining momentum at this time.
While thinking about it, I am looking forward to it. Unknowingly, I came to the lotus pond. The sun is so bright, shining on the entire lotus pond, and the lush green leaves are flowing with golden luster. At a glance, those leaves have grown wide, thick, plump and huge. When a gust of wind blows, they are like a large group of naughty and active children, swaying their chubby little bodies and squeezing towards the bus.
Look, behind the lotus leaves, there is a budding flower bone hidden in it. It is pink and tender, just like the little face of a baby with a white and rosy face. Walking, walking, look, there is another little lotus playing hide-and-seek with you. That flower is about to bloom, pink with hints of crimson, just like the girl in ancient times hiding behind the curtain to peek at the person she loves.
The fishes floated up and down in the water, blowing naughty bubbles; the birds flew over the lotus leaves, wanting to kiss the fragrance of the lotus girl. The flowers all around, purple, yellow, white, and red, are blooming one after another. The big red flowers open their mouths and sing loudly; the lantern flowers sway in the wind and spread their fragrance everywhere; the gladiolus flowers have unique shapes and are no less beautiful. They complement the scenery of the lotus pond and are so beautiful.
At this time, I was extremely excited. I had not seen such a beautiful scenery for a long time. If I had a pair of hands that could draw, I would paint this mesmerizing lotus pond vividly; if I had a high-resolution camera, I would not let go of every blooming flower. Lens; If I were a poet, I would incorporate every bright and beautiful color of this lotus pond into the poetry of life.
I am looking forward to the color of the lotus pond in midsummer, the more enchanting and brightly colored lotus flowers, and the vibrant and sweaty passionate life in early summer!
Beautiful essays describing lotus ponds Excerpt: Summer Lotus Pond
In front of the green village, there is a pond with rippling blue waves. Thousands of lotus flowers are blooming in the pond. The flowers are beautiful in various shapes, their temperament is elegant and pure, and their beauty is colorful. , the charm of the flowers is endless, it seems that the pond is the world of flowers, as if the lotus and lotus leaves combine to form a youthful and mysterious dream. There are willows clinging to the shore, fish are playing in the water, frogs are catching insects in the grass, kingfishers are looking for food among the flowers, dragonflies and butterflies are dancing, and swallows and birds are flying low. Cicadas are singing on the trees, and the breeze slides through the gaps between the branches and leaves, which seems to be a moving scenery, but also a still and quiet realm.
Many years ago, I was still a naughty boy. On a hot summer day, I jumped into this pond naked more than once, chased swimming fish, caught frogs, caught butterflies, picked lotus pods, dug lotus roots, pinched lotus leaves, and picked lotus flowers. At that time, it seemed that I would pursue whatever I loved, and I would get whatever I liked. I didn’t have high demands in my heart, and I didn’t have so many desires or worries. I seemed to be indifferent to the world, as if I had no desires and desires, and my heart was as pure as a white cloud. The feelings are as simple as blank paper, as innocent as if I am the master, and the pond is the whole world. This place is so mysterious and magical. It is both quiet and poetic, as well as bustling with flowers, birds, insects and fish. Water is flowing poetry, fish are birds in the water, lotuses are innocent girls, butterflies are passionate princes, orioles and swallows are troubadours, and frogs and cicadas are tireless singers. I once watched the soft and boneless lotus quietly in the water. I once imagined the lotus seeds in the lotus pods as child prodigies. I once lay on the shore and watched silently at the frogs in the mud holes. I once regarded the lotus seeds as child prodigies. I put a parasol on my head and watched the beautiful dragonflies flying around. I once regarded lotus flowers as fairies in the sky, and I also regarded the water drops on lotus leaves as unshaped pearls.
Looking at the water, looking at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers, I seem to have no body, no mortal body, and no desire. I seem to be a lotus leaf, a lotus flower, a white cloud, a breeze, and time seems to have stopped. Suddenly, the world has no borders and no scope. The heart is infinite, the heaven and earth are infinite, and the lotus pond is infinite. It was just a momentary thing, and in the blink of an eye, my thoughts returned to reality. Between heaven and earth, the red sun is still scorching, and in the pond, lotus flowers are still blooming. There is a tranquility in silence, and there is a naturalness in movement. It is a natural ink painting. Even if I have a thousand words, I cannot describe the beauty of this magical nature.
Today, the pond is still there, but things have changed and people have changed. In the middle of the green woods is my hometown village. In front of the village is still a pond with rippling blue waves and blooming lotus flowers. It's just that many old people in their hometown are no longer here, and many past events have become memories. Whenever I recall my childhood memories, I always reluctantly think of the magical and mysterious lotus pond in the summer.
Excerpts from beautiful articles describing lotus ponds: That lotus pond
The lotus flowers in June are the most beautiful. It blooms enchantingly and dazzlingly in the water, attracting countless literati and poets to describe its peerless beauty.
I also like lotus flowers, and I like them for no reason.
When I was a child, there was a lotus pond in the stadium that I could not see beyond. My mother often took me to the lotus pond to pick lotus leaves, pick lotus pods and peel lotus seeds. I walked and danced along, chanting and singing: After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ?Yang Wanli’s poems taught by his mother. The green lotus pond is full of pink, white and pink lotus flowers. Some shyly hide under the lotus leaves, while others stretch their graceful figures generously in the bright sun, keeping the little bees busy. The petals are flying around in the stamens. The breeze carries the fragrance of lotus in waves, and the lotus leaves and lotus flowers are whispering, rustling, rustling. Unfortunately, I can't understand what they say.
Mom, the lotus flowers are so fragrant and beautiful! Yes. Mom will pick one for you. No, Mom, take it off and it will die. Let it grow in the pond, in large areas, and it will be happy, fragrant and more beautiful. Well, daughter, let them grow beautifully. Come, let’s take the lotus seeds and leaves home to steam rice and make lotus seed soup. Okay, mom, lotus seed soup is the best.
There is always a small boat parked by the lotus pond. My brother took me and climbed onto the boat secretly. I lay on the side of the boat, stretched out my hand to paddle in the water, and watched the fish in the water swimming back and forth among the aquatic plants under the lotus leaves, looking for their food. Suddenly, my brother's feet slipped and when he fell into the water, his hands reached the side of the boat. The boat turned over and I fell into the water. My brother desperately stepped on the water to float up, swam around in the water looking for me, and finally saw me unconscious beside a large protruding rock on the shore not far away. The panicked brother picked me up and ran home quickly. Amid my parents’ scoldings, he carried me to the medical station. After the doctor’s rescue, I woke up. From then on, we brothers and sisters were not allowed to go near the lotus pond.
When the lotus roots mature, the lotus flowers also fail. In the lotus pond, the yellow leaves were hanging wilfully on the dry lotus stems, and a few flowers that had lost their luster were struggling to support themselves on the stems. The withered petals were crumbling, and the pond was full of decay and desolation. Compared with the beauty of the lotus when it is in full bloom, the lotus pond with faded flowers is unbearable to see. However, this is the happiest moment for people.
Everyone came to the lotus pond to dig lotus roots, catch fish and shrimps, catch loaches and pick crabs. There was a lot of people, laughter and joy, and they talked to each other about how to make delicious meals. There are many ways to eat lotus root alone: ??stew in soup and stew with eight-treasure stuffed rice, stir-fry and eat raw with candied sugar, you can also grind lotus root powder into powder, add sugar or honey, soak it in warm water, and you will have a cool and sweet cup of relief from summer heat. drinks. Using fresh lotus leaves to make porridge, steam rice, chicken, or steam other meats is extremely delicious, and the food produced will have a faint fragrance of lotus leaves. People like lotus so much not only because of its beautiful, clean and elegant fragrance, but also because it is a treasure all over its body and can be used as food or medicine everywhere.
My favorite is fresh lotus seed soup. Open the peeled lotus seeds in half and remove the core. The core of the lotus seeds is very bitter and can be used medicinally. The lotus seeds without the core are sweet and can be used to make sugar water. Wash enough raw lotus seeds, add a small piece of ginger and a fresh lotus leaf, put them into a pot of water, cover with a lid and bring to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer for 20 minutes, pick up the lotus leaves, add rock sugar, and cook over low heat Simmer slowly, stir while simmering, and after fifteen minutes, a lotus seed soup that is fragrant and sweet and can relieve summer heat and quench thirst is ready. This kind of soup will never be forgotten as long as you drink it once in the hot summer.
When we grew up, we left the lotus pond and lived in a concrete forest. It was difficult to see the boundless green lotus pond full of flowers. Although I can no longer be with it, the attachment in my heart always makes me feel that it is everywhere.
Hetang, oh lotus, I am so happy and lucky to have lived in your place, to understand your beauty, and to be able to write a few words for you with an obscure pen.
Lotus pond, oh lotus pond, I have existed in your heart, and you have existed in my heart. This is enough.