Lotus, born in water, grows in water, sticks out of water, but does not touch water. In summer, the lotus overflows the pond. Looking around, the lotus leaves are green, the shy lotus flowers in the water are breezy, and the lotus pond is green, which is pregnant with the vitality of life. At that moment, the beauty of life, clusters of lotus stalks, quietly holding lotus flowers, swaying in the breeze, lush leaves, flowers overflowing. This persistence in joining the WTO and the quiet escape of dust have comforted this silent lotus pond.
Facing the water, indifferent to pure freehand brushwork. I can't remember how many times I have been to this lotus pond, but the clear water, lotus leaves and sometimes the croak of frogs and birds always hang in the depths of my memory, and slowly linger on the grass embankment of this lotus pond again and again with my heart throbbing. What's more, ordinary people are insatiable, and the breeze Xu Lai is silly and intoxicated for a long time. Is this dusty state of mind, that pure and clear poetic heart, seeking an encounter in all dreams, carrying a plain pen and drawing a chapter out of context to "tease" Lianer's proud face? Waiting in the deep heart, a feeling of numbness and trembling slightly, a kind of tender thoughts occupy my feelings. Is there only a quiet love story like Lotus's Talk with the Wind in my heart at the moment?
"The red core is moving in the rain, and the flowers are ashamed to cover the clothes." This summer in the lotus pond, I was fascinated by the lotus. A bouquet of incense, a faint touch, I don't know whether it is in the wind or in the rain after all. However, the soft expectation, the fragrance, the top of the mountain and the flowing water in my heart are inexplicably looking for traces of rain from time to time. Unfortunately, when I was young, a gentle breeze and drizzle came. Pink flowers are accompanied by green lotus flowers, dragging their skirts and swaying. Get up, take a boat, hit an umbrella, sway slightly on the clear water, push away the ripples, sway near the lotus fairy in the rain, and listen to the gentle rustling of lotus leaves in the rain. In the dust, the water waves are gentle, the misty rain is hazy, the pond is full of thousands of lotus flowers under the umbrella, the raindrops are covered with green, and the wrist flowers are charming and beautiful, which makes people intoxicated and intoxicated. I can't help asking myself, who is so attached to the lotus in the rain? Who walks around the lotus in the water and watches the world of mortals? Half meaning and half rhyme. Is it the growing concern of Lianer? Who am I? I am already a lotus flower in the world. When we meet in silence, a hibiscus flower holds summer rain, the call of dreams, the transformation of soul and lush heart, and that moment becomes forever. ...
After a while, I closed my umbrella, the drizzle kissed my face, walked in the fields, lost in the shadow invited by Xia He in the rain, and felt smooth and clear in my heart. "The wind on the surface of the pool is surging, while the leaves are exposed to the waves. Who built water in Zhang Qing, but covered it with red makeup and sang lotus picking? "Flowers have the language of flowers, and flowers also have the troubles of flowers. Who weaved a picturesque vision for her, making her linger in the water and secretly fragrant? Who planted a beautiful day and warm tenderness for her, making her beautiful and charming in this life? In the hot summer, the breeze and drizzle, who weaves layers of worries into tiny raindrops, lives lightly in the flower heart, and gently blows the lotus pond in the dense dream of time and space, bringing a wisp of fragrance. With the help of this lotus, will the Zen sound of this lotus really be suddenly heard in the mind of time?
"Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "Again, you don't have to go near it, you don't have to read it carefully, and a fragrance is at peace with time, which naturally gives it a world. Let the silent longing in the bottom of my heart be filled with fresh air and lovely lotus flowers in this noisy world, thus instantly soothing the tired and empty mind. The breeze blows, and the faint fragrance gently evokes the deep home, which has been hidden in my heart for a long time. I would be grateful if the feeling of anxiety could quietly incarnate in an instant. Listen carefully to the murmur of this lotus, feel the murmur of the lotus quietly, and my heart will bloom like that lotus.
A finger of time entered the painting, and a vague word entered the heart. Affectionate summer, long-lost lotus fragrance, gently touched, a boat slowly rowed into the depths of the lotus pond, what is it looking for? Or is the dull mind looking forward to a reunion, quietly picking up a period of time and telling you quietly? Ignorance and depression are an encounter with joy. When I met an old friend in my dream, I stayed in my dream, smiling and my sleeves were fragrant. The wind has passed, and my thoughts have risen with it. At first, I told each other the story of reunion after such a long separation. "Shh, this is not in a dream, but in a real heart."
Looking back a little, I twisted a thread of love. Time is short and vision is far away. Gently pick up the years and realize the depths of the soul. Maintaining the purest state of mind, clinging to the initial bud, unconsciously flowing in my heart. Perhaps, life is like a trip, we always pack up in glitz, so why care about the destination? Why not look at the scenery along the way naturally like this gentle rain, with twists and turns of emotion and simple mind, look at the fallen leaves when the wind blows, and smell the rain when it rains, and everything will flow quietly and the dust will settle.
Lotus, you are neither early nor late. At the best moment, we met like this. Although the green season has passed, after the fragrant smile, we once again saw your most beautiful face. This is not out of luck, nor is it useless. It's just that you are my infatuated hope in the ethereal and transparent summer solstice, and you gently shed a deep affection.
Lotus, Nong is using such a clear spirit to frivolous my obsession with summer; It is with this indifference that Nong charmed every approach of mine; With such purity, I tripped over the perception of my own mind and aroused my feelings. "In June, see the lotus blossom again!"
Editor's note: the moving boat splashed with green, leaning against the sill and fragrant with the wind handle. The beauty of lotus lies in its elegance and beauty, and in the noble beauty endowed by people. Meeting lotus flowers in midsummer is a great pleasure in life.