Article 1: Lotus
It was a sunny morning after the rain, and I was absorbed in enjoying the lotus flowers. From a distance, the plump lotus leaves are all green, holding slender lotus flowers, such as green gauze holding red silk, floating on the clear and calm lake. ...
Close to watch, I saw red lotus dew, crystal clear; It's raining in Baihe River, and the ice is flawless. Bloom, quiet and peaceful; With buds, shy and want to talk; There is also a green ball with a green cover, which is too sacred for people to say, for fear that words will be inadvertently defiled.
Lotus is as soft as cotton and as quiet as water. But the hot sun can't wither it, and the wind and rain can't bend it. Its roots are firmly rooted in the ground; Its leaves touch water. It is so attached to the soil and water that in autumn, withered old leaves will fall into the water and rot in the mud to make the last protective color for the flowers in the coming year.
With an open and sincere heart, after appreciating the jade, purity, firmness and elegance of lotus, I was moved to wet my eyes.
Yes, lotus doesn't want to be colorful and doesn't regret being ordinary. When the spark of life is the hottest, it smiles and adds a little gold to the picture of the blue sky. It doesn't insist on glitz, but it has a fresh and lively beautiful essence; It does not insist on brilliance, but it has the tranquility of silently guarding a branch; Although it is independent in water, it does not grow in isolation. When the last petal of its branch, "Xia Yun", fell to the water, it was not sad. It still left a heavy harvest at the bottom of the silent lake-lotus root knot.
"Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved", which is a true portrayal of lotus. However, such a beautiful flower does not need special fertilization and loosening, and no greenhouse or flower bed can be suitable for its growth. There is only a vast sky and faint white clouds on its head; It just grows quietly, completely and tenaciously. It doesn't want to please human beings, but it brings people pleasure, joy and enjoyment.
Lotus is really beautiful, its charm, elegance, elegance and free and easy make me feel relaxed and happy, and I can't forget to return. But what I care about in my heart is not only its beauty. ...
Chapter 2: The mist is beautiful, and the lotus has a dream.
The pen of time warms the beauty of June, listening to the wind whispering outside the window, as if to say that the Sophora japonica is dead and the lotus is red, and those warm stories are vivid in June. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will go away with the monsoon. Those once blooming customs are like jasper, which can't be erased or put down. I waited quietly for the clouds to drift past my eyes. Who says silence is the deepest, and there is a truest heart in my silence? In this way, I looked at a window breeze, wrote the most beautiful dream with soft love letters, and slept with Xiaoyue. In my dream, there are lotus flowers around me.
In the faint summer, green is spreading, even the roses in the corner next door are blushing, and the fragrance is flowing in the air. This season is poetic. Sing a poem, see a green hill and listen to the sound of flowers, so that tender time can be twisted into the most beautiful rhyme at your fingertips. I really want to find a place with beautiful scenery, with a slight wind caressing my cheeks and a clear spring flowing. You are playing the flute, Long song. White clothes are better than snow. Wait for me to draw a floating world, play high mountains and flowing water, and pull the thin wind into the strings to be with you.
I was silent in a glimpse of green and looked at the clouds in the blue sky. Actually, I like light summer. This season is neither hot nor dry, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the mountains and waters are green, giving people a gentle and pure feeling. I think of dusty past and love. Meeting is a warm-hearted song, which euphemistically lit up the moonlight brilliance at that time, and the words rippled in the shadows of trees, condensed into beautiful poems, recording the beauty of the past.
Distant time and distant wind flowers are gardenias still blooming in my heart. Think about it more, keep the beauty of the years with a gentle heart, and let the smile stay in your heart during the thinking of the years.
I have always liked moonlight and lotus flowers. One can be Brightheart, and the other can be fragrant in the heart. No matter which one is beautiful, clean and gentle. I have always believed that the best feelings will be fresher and more beautiful with the passage of time, so there is no need to force the results, and everything goes with fate, just like you said, the heart is there, the feelings are there, and the concern is there. Feelings are like painting, which needs to be left blank. It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. That faint yearning, like the red lotus under the moon, is shallow in the middle of the lake and exudes a fragrant atmosphere. What if you understand this feeling, even if it is separated by water?
The breeze gently passed through the window, and the sun gently sprinkled on the windowsill, which made me feel warm. Is that the fragrance that time has given me? I know that the lotus not far from me is in full bloom, and Yang Liuan is full of green grass. The breeze rises and the branches are light, as if the years are long and short. The cobblestone path by the pool seems to have been waiting for many years. Are you waiting for a mutual acquaintance or an acquaintance? Pick a lotus flower, fill it with clear water, cook a bowl of lotus seed soup, stir-fry it with emotion, cook it with heart, and drink it with my dusty heart. It will definitely sweep away the noise in my heart and greet you with a non-stick lotus seed.
I have an indescribable love for lotus flowers. I think of the green pond, the lotus in the middle of the water, and I am at the water's edge. I know you are not far from me, watching lotus flowers and whispering lotus flowers; See the fish gently touching the clear water; Look at the raindrops falling in the pool and breaking into pieces. There is deep affection in whispering.
In June, outside my dream, I was waiting for the lotus to bloom. Even in the night without stars and the moon, there is a fragrance coming to my face. I like to miss you on such a night and recall the dribs and drabs we walked together. Those warm plots, broken whispers, formed a clean stream, slowly dripping in my heart.
The moonlight is gentle, the piano is melodious, and the soul walks on the other side of time. In the faint breeze, it bears a pure joy called staying together, a feeling, and dances solo under the moon. Thoughts, in the flowing rhythm, refuse to leave. The memory of fingertips dyed the eyebrows and the flower lane in June.
Exile the past in Tang and Song poetry, and retain the eternal love in the eyes of the pulse with affectionate and thrilling chapters. That ordinary piece of paper is full of the warmth of the past, and it is clear that bright sadness falls from one petal to another. A soft miss, through thousands of miles of smoke, flies over miss, cocoon into a continuous acacia.
It is the lotus wind in June that moistens the almost dry heart after layers of dreams. Lotus seed, which has been sleeping for thousands of years, finally blooms a pure flower in my heart.
The fragrance overflows far away, the waves are romantic, and the pool is full of red and green. Standing in the middle of the flower, cascading feelings, overflowing the lotus pond, who is the fragrance of the flower? A wisp of fragrance overflowed my heart, and some long-lost pictures suddenly overflowed my heart. Am I the lotus seed you lost 500 years ago? For a moment, it was like a dream, expecting that you just came and I just happened to be there. I know that there will be someone in my life who will grow old with me and wait for me in the misty water for thousands of years. Dreams are like lotus roots, clear as water, pure as the moon, silent and graceful
Sitting quietly, at a certain moment of rain, I feel silent and lonely, and my heart is like a lotus. So I put away loneliness and loneliness together, and let my deep and shallow thoughts spread out in the quiet night. ...
Sometimes you don't need to meet each other, just be gentle with each other. I know you, so I never expect romance, nor do I expect to get along with you day and night. Knowing the feeling of water is a gentle heart, an unspeakable softness, and a tear when feelings are strong.
Gently pick up the moonlight, listen to the wind, and the warm fragrance in time turns into a poem with a pen tip, like a timely flower. You said that if there are flowers in your heart, every place can be a garden. I said, if you are in my heart, the beauty of this world, from a distance to a close look, has intoxicating beauty.
On the way of time, we don't have too much bitterness and regret. What fell on the paper was a gentle and light time. Under the cool breeze and bright moon, we look at lotus flowers and flowing water. Those accompanying days are also wonderful in life. Feelings, years old, you are okay, I am still.
Chapter 3: Lotus in midsummer and July
July in midsummer is the hottest season in Guangzhou in a year, and it is also the most beautiful day for lotus flowers to bloom in the watering lotus pond in the community. Look at the lotus flowers surrounded by green leaves in the pond every day, or emerald color, crystal clear and white, simple but elegant and light; Or purples, gorgeous but not vulgar. Still pink, charming but not charming, so beautiful, beautiful to the bone. Every time I pass by the pond, I feel fragrant and relaxed, as if I saw an elegant and clean ink landscape painting!
In the hot sun, I walked on the street next to the lotus pond. The water in the pool is full of green leaves and red flowers, and their charming breath lingers in the air. It's refreshing and refreshing, and I don't feel hot at all. The brighter the sunshine, the more beautiful the lotus! The breeze blows gently, the leaves on both sides of the river dance, the pond ripples, the lotus pond ripples, and the layers of green lotus leaves hold the beautiful lotus flowers, swaying gently and dancing. The fresh and elegant fragrance attracts butterflies to fly and play in the meantime. Naughty dragonflies, flapping their transparent wings, fly from one flower to another, playing with lotus flowers happily and refusing to leave for a moment; Bees that are always buzzing in the stamens are too busy collecting lotus nectar to fly away because they love the blooming lotus. Lotus blooms quietly, revealing her crystal charm. There are pockets in the gaps of the lotus leaves, and some petals have all been unfolded, revealing golden stamens and tender yellow lotus petals. Looking at them, it seems that they are all smiling and looking up, coming with intoxicating fragrance, dancing her sleeves like a charming lotus fairy, which makes people feel tender and untouchable. They are dazzling and beautiful. I don't know how to describe them to describe her beauty. I think this lotus must be born noble. "There is no dye in the mud, and there is no demon in the lotus." The innate virtue of a gentleman and noble spirit combine the aura of heaven and earth. In a pool, show charm, fill the flower pool, cultivate life, get drunk for a long time, and surpass the beauty of everything in the world.
Sitting on the bench in the pavilion by the pond and looking at the lotus flowers gradually makes people feel cheerful, less irritable in Lingnan summer, less melancholy and relaxed; There are many people living in the community. Naturally, there are some covered bridges that climb over the pond. Above the pond bridge in the distance, overlooking the lotus pond, of course, there is a scenery in front of you. The water waves are sparkling and the lotus flowers are scattered all over the place, just like the beautiful scenery of fairies coming down to earth. There are also lotus watchers, who climb the winding courtyard and overlook from the window. The lotus in the pond is slim and graceful, just like a saint, pure and flawless. Lead people into a mysterious realm, solemn, refined and elegant. It can be said that "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the lotus flowers are of different colors."
The midsummer breeze blows a pool of lotus leaves, and the green is overwhelming, as if to render this spiritual green to the extreme and play a slow and deep green melody. Some lotus leaves are only a little tender and cute; Some have grown to the size of palms; Some have grown into "blockbusters" and are full of vitality. The lotus leaf was squeezed by Egypt, as if it were a group of brothers and sisters, heart to heart and intimate. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the "green ocean" suddenly fluctuated and the lotus leaves rolled one by one, which was very beautiful. The wind stopped and the "Green Sea" calmed down again. Lotus leaf is very strange. No water at all. Rain falls on the lotus leaf, like pearls on a plate, rolling around, crystal clear, and beautiful pearls are jumping around. It's really "a gust of wind turns blue waves, and pearls are hard to clean up." The breeze blows, the branches stand upright on the water, swaying happily in the wind, the green is dotted with pink and white, and the fragrance of lotus is flowing in the air, which is unspeakable and pleasing to the eye. Only the green lotus leaf with white velvet color can set off the noble, independent and holy beauty of lotus.
In such a dusk full of the afterglow of the sunset, I sat quietly by the lotus pond, watching the lotus flowers swaying in the wind and listening carefully to their voices: even without dazzling sunshine, I still have a warm sunset; Even if the sun has set, I still have a fiery sunset; Even if I lose the fiery sunset glow, I still have the soft moonlight, and I still want to bloom my unique beauty. Looking at the beautiful lotus in the sunset, I think that one day, when the sunset of my life comes, I will live my true self calmly and calmly like the lotus in the sunset.
What are you afraid of even if you fall into the deep night after sunset? The night sky in summer has its own starry sky and bright moon. Thinking of the lotus under the moon can not help but remind people of the poetic description of the lotus pond under the moon in Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond: "The moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; It's like a veiled dream. ............................................................................................................................................ The water in ......................... reflects the dark starry sky, and the white crane absorbs the moonlight, which seems to be like the bright star in the sky! At that time, I couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth. The smoke dispersed and was deeply buried in this flower. However, after all, it is in the moonlight, and the wind is different from that in the daytime. Lotus flowers are almost all folded petals, which are a little haggard at the end of the day, but they still remain reserved and slim.
It can be said that the lotus is not always beautiful, because she always has a calm and calm attitude, and she is never manic because of the exposure of the sun, nor depressed because of the setting sun. She always makes every day, every moment live the style of her true self, even if it is half open and half down, it is also a poem. Even if withered, the petals that finally fell on the green leaves still exude a faint fragrance, still so clean and spotless.
In my spare time, I sit in the pavilion by the pond, making fragrant tea, listening to melodious music, watching the lotus in the pond and smelling the flowers, as if I had become this lotus and merged into the lotus in the pond. Looking at the sea, the sun and the moon, thinking deeply about the past and the present, there are many incorruptible people who take lotus as their ambition and encourage themselves. Live in the secular world, just like the lotus in the sludge, let time flow, get drunk alone in the noise, and keep a peaceful and quiet heart!