The fog, the beautiful clouds in the sky fell into the mortal world. It is always misty, but I love the fog, love the beauty of the fog, love the mist, love the fog of the mist, but also love the fog of the ever-changing. Its elusive personality, so that I am most fascinated, sometimes thin and close to people, sometimes thick enough to make people retreat, although it blocked the flowers I want to watch the lotus, but the fog attached to the flowers, but more added another kind of beauty.
Seeing flowers in the fog, make people feel in a dreamlike; in this spring and summer, the fog filled, so I can not see each flower, shape, appearance, posture, but in the fog to see the flowers and have a lot of fun.
Falling out of the red dust, lei lei fall into the mortal world.
The pink lotus flower, supporting the dark green lotus, dancing with the wind, shy and jade language.
The hovering stretch, blooming delicate and charming pieces of green branches and leaves, all show a lotus rhyme and fragrance of the dance.
Throughout history, how many literati fell under the charm of the lotus, they recite poems and assignments, waving ink, photography and video. In the Northern Song Dynasty poet Su Shi word cloud "bright moon and clear night, even low not to speak, the demonic powerless" of the poem, to marvel at the bright moon in the breeze of the lotus rhyme.
Burning to meet the sunshine, blue leaves flow Yingzhu, dark fragrance, red flowers and green leaves are reflected, showing "out of the silt but not stained, Maundy Cup and not demonic" style.
Birds and flowers, the lotus does not stain the dust of the clean fragrance, not in the water of the elegant beauty, attracting guests from all directions, but also captured the kingfisher, hummingbird, plum blossom finch's arrival, "fluttering birds picking lotus, reflecting the lotus flowers red" beauty, beauty!
A pool of lotus flowers, as beautiful as the state, such as the princess out of the bath, looking back with a smile.
A lotus petal fell into the water, the reflection in the water is from the bottom upward fall, and finally touch the water surface, the two together as one, like a small boat floating where.
Lotus, the great love, tolerance, beauty to the earth, but the bitter y hidden into the lotus core ......
Early morning stroll lotus pond, a small pond is stuffed with lotus leaves, almost even the water can not be seen. Lotus leaves on the lotus flowers and pieces of lotus leaves comparable to each other. The surface of the pond, red lotus, white lotus competing in bloom.
The small lotus is only showing its sharp tip, and there are dragonflies standing on the head early. Dragonflies dance among the lotus flowers, with elegant posture in the water surface point up a burst of ripples. They are tired, that is, only to fall on the tip of the tip of the tip of the lotus, changing their posture to make a lot of novel shapes, for the summer lotus pond added a different charm.
The warmth of the skirt and socks, the fragrance and graceful silhouette swaying in the wind.
The shadow of the water is shallow, the dark fragrance floating moon dusk.
Standing in the lotus bushes, a gentle spring breeze blew, the earth's fragrance of all things, which reminds me of a phrase "a day to wash away the world of dust, a glimpse of a thousand lotus rhyme".
Another year when the lotus bloomed, a small lotus pond, whether there are people like me quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall? As the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Xiyi poem: "year after year flowers are similar, year after year people are different". Only know, next year at this time the lotus will still bloom.
July 2021
By Meng Zeyin
Edited by Mao Xiao, "White Wave Love"
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