Wen/Bing Xin

Father's friend gave us two pots of lotus, one red and the other white, and put them in the yard.

For 8 years, I haven't seen lotus flowers in the yard-but there are many in my hometown garden; There are not only parallel pedicures, but also three pedicures and four pedicures, all of which are red-violet ones.

One moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool in the yard. My grandfather smiled and said to me, "When Santillian first opened in our yard, you three sisters just joined our big family. Everyone is very happy and said that they have adapted to Huarui. "

I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night. It's cloudy today, so get up early. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered, floating in the water like a white boat. There is only a small lotus flower and a few pale yellow flowers left on the stem. Red-violet, embarrassed last night, stood full and graceful among the green leaves this morning.

Still uncomfortable-wandering for a while, thunder outside the window, followed by heavy rain, the rain is getting bigger and bigger. The red-violet flower was scattered by dense raindrops. Under the empty sky, I dare not go down the stairs or think about it.

Calling my mother in the room, I quickly went over and sat next to my mother-suddenly I saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, slowly leaning over ... my restless mood disappeared!

The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not shake. The rain kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.

I was deeply moved-

Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

(Selected from Collected Works of Bing Xin)