The lotus has already bloomed a lot. The lotus leaves were crowded one by one, like a big turquoise disk. White lotus blossoms sprouted up between these large disks
. Some of them only have two or three petals. Some of the petals have all unfolded, revealing small yellow rosettes. Some are still
flowerbones, looking so full they are about to burst.
So many white lotus flowers, one has a posture. Look at this one, it's beautiful; look at that one, it's beautiful too.
If you look at the pool of lotus flowers in front of you as a large living painting, then the painter's skill is really marvelous.
I suddenly felt as if I were a lotus flower, wearing a snow-white dress, standing in the sunshine. When a breeze blew, I
danced, my snow-white dress fluttering in the wind. I was not the only one, but all the lotus flowers in the pool were dancing. When the wind passed, I stopped dancing and
stood there quietly. Dragonflies fly over and tell me the joy of early morning flight. Little fish swam under my feet and told me about the good
dreams I had last night
After a while, I remembered that I was not a lotus flower.
Lotus flowers
Rising up to fill the clear pool of stored water,
is the flirtatious figure of lotus flowers.
The water droplets that someone lifts upwards,
is a symphony of loneliness.
The red flower tent,
conceals a
childish and fickle heart,
hypocritical and complicated heart,
helpless and flustered heart,
is the blue color shallow buried in the lotus heart.
One of the young,
has seen the silver of the water droplets,
has seen the gold of the sunlight,
the wonder of this heart.
And man did not know,
that she later had such a silence,
such a mood,
such a view.
Rising up to fill the clear pool of stored water,
was the echo of passing lotus panic.
By the individual young upward ruffling water droplets,
allegory later landscape.