The weather in June is like a baby's face. It was sunny and thundering before. Suddenly the wind blew, and the clouds were gathering, followed by summer rain. Raindrops pattering on the hot cement pavement, creaking, thick smoke rolling on the pavement, and hot air rising rapidly and spreading. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the sultry weather feels much cooler.
Raindrops hit the lotus leaf, drumming, like drums. With the rapid playing of the strings, the melody is rapid and the rhythm is clear. Lotus flowers all over the lake are like fairies, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, standing on the rolling blue waves, waving green silk, dancing in the wind, dancing enthusiastically and cheerfully, and smiling dignified. Unexpectedly, the lotus flower, which is weak and elegant in appearance, contains the same enthusiasm as fire and has the toughness of combining rigidity with softness. It was the rain that left me, and few people really felt the rustling of lotus leaves, leaving moist air wrapped in faint lotus fragrance, filling the world with misty thoughts and warm-hearted fields. ...
I didn't know it was beautiful and exquisite. Today, it is fascinating. I haven't seen Yu He in my heart for a long time, but I often see the scenery in my heart. Lotus leaves hold lotus flowers and swim around in the clear water. Occasionally, dragonflies stop and linger. The water drops on the lotus leaf are as crystal clear as pearls, and it is raining. Let it go, let me go, let me be quiet and far-reaching, far-reaching in the dreamy artistic conception; A gust of wind, a burst of fragrance, has been infatuated with me for a long time, which makes people intoxicated and intoxicated in the short eternity. Forget the unexpected rainy season, forget the fate that flowers always fall and leaves always wither. The essence of lotus root is still there. I hope I can find that beauty after a long wait.
I remember the famous jurist Guo Daohui said: Law, like travel, must prepare for tomorrow. I feel that my writing also follows the law of growth, which makes me very pleased. But sometimes I can't help falling back into stereotypes, just like taking a photo with Shangrao Normal University 27 years ago and thinking of the scene of studying in that year. Once, I walked through the lotus pond in the rain, and a pool of Lv Yun was endless, with a unique half-opened red lotus. I paused in amazement for a moment, as if I couldn't open it. I wanted to have nothing to say, but I waited for a fragrant red lotus!
Stroll through the fields, feel the freshness after the rain, and unconsciously walk to the lotus pond. The waves are dripping, and full of green is in the pond, high and low, all kinds. Several tall jade-green plates are graceful. The swaying posture shows unique charm; Pieces of short lotus are naturally light, close to the water surface and floating with the waves. Lotus presents different beauty in different seasons. Lotus in the summer rain, rippling blue waves, is the beauty of youth. Lotus in winter rain, yellow, is the beauty of depression. Who can write the beauty of lotus? Rain drops on the lotus leaf, one drop, two drops. More and more tenacious and outstanding in the breeze, now I should be that lotus leaf! I will not imagine the lotus root under the mud, nor will I imagine the lotus dish on the leaves.
Whenever I see social unhappiness, I find that my knowledge is so shallow that I can't stop wandering in those tangled thoughts. So in the dead of night, I still naively want to play my beloved writing function. The subtle images in the text and the hazy feeling aroused by the images made me stop and sigh, suddenly looked at the lights out of the window, sat quietly in the dark for a long time, and let loneliness cover me.
A few little guys dressed in green are not stingy to have a party here, jumping here and there for a while. Suddenly, a frog croaked and the heavy lead singer ended in a few seconds. This voice falls, another voice rises, followed by several croaks, singing in unison, stirring up the music of the whole pond. The cool breeze blows and the lotus leaves dance lightly. After the glittering and translucent rain, the dew lay on the jade plate and spun back and forth, inadvertently slipping from the oblique place. Sasha vujacic stirred up ripples in the lotus pond. Frogs, dewdrops and lotus leaves blend with each other, playing a chapter that mobilizes people. The rain all over the sky is indifferent, and there is such a red lotus in the unreachable gray! Like a pile of fire about to ignite, like a can of color about to pour! I was standing in Chi Pan. Although I didn't want to get the moon, I almost slipped. Isn't life just a rainstorm? You used to exult in ignorance, you used to ponder in obsession, but more often, you have to endure cold and humidity, helplessness and loneliness, and live with the fantasy of sunny days.
However, look at that lotus flower, how selfless and selfless it is in the rain. When there is no sunshine, it is sunshine itself. When there is no joy, it is joy itself! What a perfect and self-sufficient world there is in a lotus flower! A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, an obscure roadside in the country-is there truth only in philosophy books? Only the institute has the answer? How many beautiful and kind images a simple He Yu has drawn, and how many centuries of pride a slender green leaf has supported! If there is a load in the pool and a load in my heart, what will happen in the long rainy season? "In this way, Yu He, who was drunk in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, understood a lot of truth in the flexibility of rain and wind, lost in the waterline like a dragonfly, flew with transparent wings and forgot the feeling of that season.
There are several white flowers in the distance, and several white flowers and white bones are more beautiful under the washing of rain. They seem to be blooming, and they want to have nothing to say. The faint fragrance curled up with the darkness of the flower bones, filling the heart and refreshing. Senses, touch and smell are used together, and the whole person gradually floats lightly. If you are in a fairyland, you will wake up like a dream. Walking in the field with a small umbrella in hand, happily accepting the pure baptism, letting the soul fly with the drizzle and dreams lingering with the wind.
Lotus, commonly known as water hibiscus, is not as enchanting as a rose, nor as jade bone as a plum blossom, but has a lingering fragrance of cold ling. Wide and thick lotus leaves, green and green, one next to the other, one on top of the other, crowded and overlapping, intoxicating. Whether it's raindrops falling from the sky or clear river water that we naughty lift, lift and splash, it will immediately become crystal clear water drops and quickly roll to the center of leaves, or roll to the edge, slide into the water surface and become spray. Lotus, more gorgeous, more amazing, more beautiful and refined, pleasing to the eye!
The lotus that emerges from the mud without staining has simple petals, pink or white, blooming, blooming and blooming brilliantly, like a fairy in the water, like a hibiscus in the water, and graceful like a girl; The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, competing with each other, emitting a long fragrance, fragrance and lotus fragrance. Lotus bud and lotus cup are also delicate and graceful, comparable to lotus and lotus leaf, and complement each other.
Lotus has a unique charm, quiet and elegant, attractive fragrance, fascinating. From ancient times to the present, lotus is a flower written by literati, and many famous sentences and ancient prose come from lotus feelings. Clear water and clear lotus reflect the coolness in my heart with the figure of bodhi tree, and your beautiful smile is reflected in the reflection. When you are on the road, please remember that no matter where you are, we must be very happy and happy.
Flowers on the land compete for fragrance, and the clear water is silent. Don't compete with peaches and plums for spring breeze, but the fire in July will send coolness. I like the lotus pond in the rain in June very much. Recalling the past is so beautiful and simple! I have touched the waterfront barefoot, picked lotus leaves to shelter from the wind and rain, picked lotus flowers to play with and tasted a lotus flower. At that time, everything was as soft as the wind, as fresh as grass … full of freshness. Raindrops hit the lotus leaf, drumming, like drums, such as the rapid plucking of strings, rapid melody and clear rhythm. The lotus in the lake is like a fairy, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, stepping on the rolling blue waves, flying high. ......
I have always liked the lotus, and I like its noble quality of "emerging from the mud without being stained, bright without being demon". Lotus is an example for our generation of young people to learn. Living in a big dye vat full of temptations, you should lead an honest and clean life, be self-reliant and don't envy others. Read more, learn more, and hone more. Only after wind and rain can it be fragrant and distant.