The sacrifice of the sleeping

In the past, I looked forward to the lotus flower, to the buds, to the buds, to the yellow, to the strange, and to the end I would lose my heart, not to it, not to her. At first smell, I don't know what it is, I don't know what it is, I don't know it, I don't understand it. Later, I checked the dictionary to know that it was the same as the lotus flower. When I was young, my neighbors were not far away, and the square pond of tens of meters long did not know whether it was man-made or natural, and the whole pond of lotus flowers was poured out. Leisure and leisure, sit quietly by the edge of the pond, watch the waves of light ripples and think of the imagination, or shirtless into the pool, the water is not deep, just when the fish are out and playing, with the wandering, three or two circles, lost in the shadows, all sides are loaded, look up at the lotus leaves cover the sky, the leaf rod is like a pillar, the light fingers come to the mozz, and now think, there is no sense of the time, the break is still in the heart. The lotus of the moonlit night, there is another style, the temperature is slightly cool, there is a little more ornamental meaning, the huge green plate is filled with jade light, trembling and majestic, like a touch, that is, dancing with the fish in the pouring water, the lotus flower is familiar, standing on the water, half open, fully open, budding, not messy by the moonlight. I think that the moon at this moment will be eternal and beautiful, irreplaceable, how can I do it, the flower is unintentional, how can the moon have traces? The fish in the pond were not willing to be quiet, spitting out blisters lightly, and a fierce son jumped out of the water, catering to the bathing of the moon, raising the mud dust, attaching himself to the lotus rod, vibrating the leaf beads slipping down, and the ripples of microwaves gently flooded the surface of the lake. Often looking at the lotus is out of god, remembering familiar things, people in things, and even gods. Turbid water splashes the petals, even if the sludge is not stained, can't help but boil slowly in time, it will be slightly inferior, not as bright as in the past. I've heard before that "I like to imagine it". If you are good, you are fascinated, and if you are evil, you are lost. I read the lotus, only the arrogance under the moon, the coolness of the water, the warmth in the hands, if not, there is friendship! Do not like the slightly stout lotus, green roots and water cut, hidden in the tall and short leaves, ambiguous in the filth, slightly moored dragonfly dolls will flow in the floating sinking, so delicate, what is the use? Indulge in other things in order to survive on their own, and see what vision there is, but they lose their desires. Several encounters, no closer, no suspicion, no action, no difficulty. Different aspirations do not conspire with each other also! Deep understanding, beautiful retention of memory; forgetting to pay tribute to the past, green onion ignorance even if the moment of the heart sprouted and faint thoughts, but the alternating cycle of the four seasons makes us unlimited expectations and expectations for the future, life has dreams, walk in the present, go to the heart of the lotus, spirited!