Wen | Guo Zhongfeng
Ice and snow melting,
Spring cold material steep,
I wandered alone by the lotus pond in a different place.
Looking at the scenery of his hometown,
A wave of heartache struck,
Missing home,
Miss your loved ones and friends.
At three o'clock in the morning last night,
Seeing someone wielding calligraphy,
It is the great poet Li Bai's "Sending Meng Haoran to the Guangling Tomb",
I couldn't help but burst into tears.
The song of the old classmates fluttered in the ears,
"Take your hand,
Separate in the Yellow Crane Tower,
……
I can't help it,
Let go of the singing voice,
I sang "YangChun March" affectionately.
Spring flowers dotted with goose yellow,
The faint branches of the willow tree,
Roses bloom.
The grass is green.
Gradually,
Lotus money surfaced,
I've watched them grow up day by day,
spread
verdure.
The pond filled the whole pond.
Mistakenly into the depths of the lotus flower,
dispute, dispute,
Startled a pool of gulls and herons.
Imagine the goddess,
Creek pavilion play,
Drunk late back to the boat.
I don't know when,
There is a kind of lotus pond for this lotus pond,
One-sided attachment.
In the hometown and old classmates,
The scene of the lotus,
Keep popping up in front of you,
The white lotus that stands tall,
Emerald jade drops of green umbrella.
Light floral fragrance,
With our laughter,
The whole lotus pond filled.
It's midsummer,
The lotus flowers of the vast expanse open warmly,
The leaves of the field are very high,
Like a green umbrella that had been stretched open, it stood upside down.
Intoxicating green,
Between the layers of lotus leaves,
Dotted with lotus flowers in various poses.
There are those who show sharp corners,
With buds to be released,
Half open and half put.
Open,
Petals slippery,
Symmetrically wrapped around the flower tray,
Like a girl blushing face smiling,
The flower buds of the egg yolk,
Crystal dewdrops,
The silks are arranged vertically,
Wrapped around the pale yellow,
Tender lotus puffs.
Bees buzz in the hearts of the flowers,
Flying around busy.
Ocean of flowers,
A world of green.
White lotus,
Ice Clear Jade Jie,
Red out of the mud is not stained,
Pink like a maiden's skirt.
A breeze drifts by,
Turquoise waves,
Lotus flowers dance.
Attract bees and butterflies,
The weeping willows on the shore also sway affectionately
Annoying tourists.
I watch it every day with enthusiasm!
Every time there is a strange feeling,
Lotus pond is constantly changing,
My reverie also seemed to drift.
All kinds of scenes,
Out of nowhere,
Carrying the ancient style and the present rhyme,
Ink stained my lines of poetry.
Sing a song "Lotus Pond Moonlight",
My childhood lover,
Where are you now?
Quiet night,
Alone in the lotus pond,
Watch the moonlight sprinkle on the lotus leaves,
The lotus flowers in the haze became more and more mysterious.
Remember Zhu Ziqing's prose,
"That intoxicating green!"
"Looking at the leaves of the field,
Red lotus cannibalism jade autumn,
Flowers flow from zero water,
A kind of acacia,
Two places of idleness.
The sorrow of the talented woman,
And so it was passed down from generation to generation.
That year,
I'm in Zhongshan Park in Qingdao,
Maple red chrysanthemum yellow,
Falling leaves fly in the sky,
Looking at the remnants of the lotus pond,
Homesickness swirled around me.
Winter scenery chic and light cold,
Red stripes and red beans send thoughts.
The river is covered with snow on the ice,
Lone flowers and dead leaves love the blue sky.
That kind of thought,
Accompanied by his own life,
In the red dust and smoke and rain,
I searched through the crowd,
The heart of waiting never changes.
It's snowing,
I walk alone in the snow,
I approached the lotus pond that had once been,
I looked up at the sky and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky,
At this point,
Where are you?
I chase you,
It's like chasing your own dreams.
(About author:Guo Zhongfeng, female, from Pingyuan County, Shandong Province.) Like ancient poetry, hands do not release volumes; with the food of the grandson, try the pen without quitting, often have good works, comfortable and self-satisfied)
One point number Jade River Weilan