This is a blue lotus flower I received in this life,
from a timid boy.
On a morning that alternated between early and mid-September,
a touch of clear, ghostly blue brought a chic coolness through the morning breeze
.
His eyes glittered with a cunning smile,
and he turned and disappeared from my side.
Another boy, shorter than him
hurried to retrieve him.
He stood at the side corner of the podium,
scarlet blush rippling across his round face, and a coy smile
thanks to the cynical demeanor of a moment ago.
Sweat oozed from his dark forehead, and
two rabbit teeth poked out of his pursed lips
in a mischievous manner.
Only his pant legs, stained with
starry pond mud. Was it the
light footsteps that shook awake the
overnight dew?
A flock of birds squeaked past the window,
A group of children heckled past me,
and gratitude swept through my heart.
The flowers blooming on the desk,
that is an innocent heart composed
a song without words.
2. The third lotus flower
The sprite that rushes on its way
After repeatedly passing through the predetermined fate of the disaster
The pain of losing an eye brings back a thousand eyes
The suffering of damaging a hand brings back a thousand hands
The lotus lotus flower is swaying as if it were bathed in softness
We call our name together with a gesture of reverence
We watch in silent piety as you smile at the flower
The moment we see this flower is the moment of the truth, and it is not the time for us to be able to see the truth.
The world turns in a flash
A spring rain cleanses
All the insects, the cicadas, and ourselves
The lotus pond in all its splendor
Dances with undifferentiated forms and sounds
The sea molds you in a square of blackness
And you shine with light in all directions
We pour out our bags, our hearts, our minds
Paving a way home.
3. Lotus flower
You are the first lotus flower
to bloom in Weizhou Lake
South of the Round Arch Bridge, north of the Lake Pavilion
You are standing timidly
examining the territory beyond the Song
Weihui, the small city in the north
is drenched in the character of the Taihang Mountains
.Habituated to hills and mountains
Habituated to tall elms and poplars
But you are from thousands of miles away
At the end of the green stone alleys
Will I go to pick lotus flowers as well
No. I'm not far away from the sound of nostalgic shawls
Going to see the colorful fishes
Swimming east and west, north and south in your place
As well as Before and after
4. Blue Lotus flower
Bloomed in despair
Extreme conflagration
Demonstrative has nothing to do with the color
Not to say love
Permitted to see, not allowed to open their voices
Something of the heart
Quietly combing itself
Blue flames
Buried a thousand years
Promised her Selfishly, the tears have cried dry
Before the Buddha, promise me conflagration, a day and a night
A thousand years of blackness
Tangled in a hurry
Haven't had time to think about it
Pulling cocooning pain
Replacement of the nightly moaning
Beauty, originally a garment embroidered with despair
Long tormented, the branches and trunks thinned out into a
The huge green coat
Holding your weak beauty
Not about love
A feast, for myself
Permit me, open completely
How to convince yourself
Leave a little reserve
But the time is so selfish
That all that is given is the reading of the seconds.
A thousand years
has been rushed into this
Blue flames, green clothes
Meaned into the marrow
Burned in the water
Dancing alone in the night's misery
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with me.