Red Pink People Pillow Sleep,
The wind lifts the green skirt and lingers.
Crystal Pearl rolls into a dream,
A green curtain of the morning sun.
This is a poem depicting "Saliva". When I went for a walk in the park in the early winter morning and found that the water surface of the park pond was empty, I couldn't help but think of the water lilies that filled the pond in the summer.
Water lilies, commonly known as "meridian lotus", also known as "sleeping beauty", the flower posture is very beautiful.
In summer, when water lilies bloom, I often go to the lakeside pool in the park to see her. In the early morning, the water lilies that slept like fairies on their rounded leaves woke up from their dreams, crystal moist and moving.
A white, pink water lily, slightly out of the water, like a shy girl, showing a shallow smile, looking forward to the visitors to watch. It is like a bright flower lamp, gently floating on the surface of the water, giving people a kind of beauty enjoyment. The blooming petals overlap each other to form a row of pointed corners, one layer higher than the other.
You see the colorful water lilies, stretching their waists underwater, stretching out their purple-red sharp horns, probing the brain to the surface of the water. Pale white lotus path, purple-green stems, leaf by leaf, floating on the surface of the lake. Tender green, light green, dark green, dark green, covering each other, connected to each other, like a large umbrella, covered with a pool of blue waves.
In the summer light, these indisputable water lilies bloom buds, quietly ripple, and unfold a roll of colorful ink paintings. The cluster of dark red leaf stems, and like countless slender fingers, lifted the green, round leaves out of the water, and the leaves were connected, embraced, overlapped, and transformed into a great strange green.
The water lilies on the green leaves turn the whole pond into a colorful world. Just like the shy answer of the miaoling beauty, white like snow lotus, light pink like hibiscus, crimson like a cuckoo, lilac like a jade hairpin...
When night falls, the lotus flowers in the pond will be fragrant, a breeze will blow, the waves in the water will swing around the round leaves, and the moonlight will gently move and caress the leaves. At this time, the lotus flower pillows the waves of water, ethereal and subtle, as if sleeping, sharing the night with the sound of frogs.
The water lilies in the pond are far away from the hustle and bustle of a city, the tranquility and tranquility of lying in a pool, and weaving a lifetime of dreams and persistence in the dusty pool. Never ostentatious, not flaunted, not jealous, just holding on to that purity, keeping the shadow of Bihong alone and rendering his own quiet.
I like to sit alone by the pool and quietly watch this pool of water lilies, not that I am watching her but that she is accompanying me. Every time I see her, it seems to be a first love that has been separated for a long time, or a lady who has fallen in love at first sight, which makes me excited.
For many days and nights, I stared at the water lily, silently reciting her spiritual beauty, trying to integrate my feelings into the fragrance of the clear lotus. At this time, I really want to use the painter's brush to depict her most beautiful soul.
"Out of the mud without staining, Mao Qing lotus without demon". Although he is in the mud, he is not willing to sink, with a hard head, he breaks through the thick layer of mud and quietly blooms in the twilight of the summer, and dedicates the purity to people silently. Leaning alone in the moonlight, the sun is blooming, and a trace of moonlight is draped over the body, and the language is fragrant. In the folk, the flower language that people give her is clean and innocent! No wonder the Buddha meditated, preferring the lotus throne.
This pool of grace, a pool of style, a pool of Danxin water lilies seems to play a gripping classical movement, and it seems to chant a song that has been passed down through the ages, which is endless. I stare at this Danqing, wait for this silence, I would rather enjoy this intoxicating tranquility...
Yanran drifts in the water,
Layers of greenery reflect the blue sky.
Not the lotus in the leaf,
Only because things are more delicate than flowers.
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