At dusk, listen to the sound of rain according to the clear lotus

"Dusk, listen to the sound of rain according to the clear lotus" | text: Lin Xi'er

"Sing in a low voice, the breeze passes everywhere"

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Hesheng Jiangnan, like a chrysanthemum opening the eastern fence, is a distant charm.

In fact, this charm is not far away, it is in The Qujiang Pond in Xi'an, and that pool of Qinghe is as beautiful and enchanting as Jiangnan.

Qujiang Pond is also called Tailiu Pond, and the late Tang Dynasty noun Wen Tingjun sometimes wrote: "Pingbi shallow spring born green pond, clouds and rain even green cang." "A song of "Tailiu Pond" describes the former Tang Dynasty Royal Pool Tailiu Pool as magnificent and beautiful. This place is the most important royal pond garden in the Tang Dynasty, and its bricks and tiles are full of historical dust.

Every step I took, it was as if I saw the ancient woman who held a tuan fan in her arms and looked back and smiled.

Twilight is approaching, there is a slight rain in the air, and the sunset on the edge of the sky is still there. Chang'an in the rain and fog is a little feminine.

Walking alone in the depths of the rain with an umbrella, the wet and rattling air soaked my heart full of thoughts. On this light rainy dusk, I stood quietly by the pool reading lotus, listening to the rain, tasting the purity of the lotus flower, and feeling the ice heart of the lotus. At this moment, as long as you listen quietly, you will faintly hear the sigh of the ancient Tang Dynasty Red and White Lotus Princess in the depths of the Tailiu Pool for a thousand years. In Murong Lian's heart, I actually experienced your lonely sorrow, and I would like to turn into a lotus, so that the heart of the lotus will become my heart, and my heart will be the heart of the lotus, so that after the fragrant smile, I will know the heart of the lotus. This time, I don't want you to be too early or too late, I'm going to let you meet in the most beautiful moments...

The sound of the gradually draining rain brought my thoughts back, the pool of liquid in front of me was really dreamlike, you look at the lotus, you see her standing in the water, the turquoise leaves are like a cover, the water waves of Qingling Lingling are under the lotus leaves, the raindrops fall on the lotus leaves to emit a seductive luster, and the drops gently kiss those white, red, pink, or blooming or blooming buds and petals, and then fall into the water, and the flower shadows ripple with the waves.

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When the wind passes, you see her style flowing, the water waves, and the lotus leaf gently gushing, and with the lotus leaf water waves turning together, and your heart washed like dust.

You see her, whether it is a sunny day or a rainy day, as long as you are in this intoxicating rain lotus, you will think of the good sentence in "AiLian Said": "Out of the mud without staining, Mao Qinglian without demon." You will whisper, "When you love to see the little lotus rise green, pull away the cool and green." The Lingbo woman leaned on the wind. The twirling skirt leads to the incense dance, and the leaves dance away from the leaves.

Half a pond of green jade wet red clothes". In your heart, The Lotus is a humble gentleman, a beautiful person in the Water Plum. Thus, the mind is as holy and clear as a lotus in the rain, and there is a detachment that is light and dusty. Between the sky and the earth, the rain and fog, the field lotus leaves will remind you of the umbrella in your hand, the grain of rain is blocked outside the umbrella, there is no wind and rain inside the umbrella; outside the umbrella, the raindrops fall on the heart of the lotus, hanging, you will find that the lotus in the rain, there is a sense of quiet and fresh movement, there is a magical tacit understanding between the raindrops and the lotus.

The rain flutters and sprinkles, as if whispering with the lotus, and it seems to be a whisper: the most soul-destroying dusk rain, the wind and quiet scales and green shadows, the rain after the lotus rhymes with clear strings. The lotus leaves are clean, clean without a trace of variety, persistently carrying the rain of feelings, nostalgic for the endless sorrow of the drizzle, accumulating and accumulating, and finally overwhelmed, hanging their heads in the desolate wind, sprinkling a pool of tears... Lotus knows how to cherish love, even if he knows that love disappears in an instant, he must put that radiant emotion in his palm before losing it, watch it overflowing with brilliant light in the leaf veins of the soul, do not care about the long days, just for the past to have... You will be impressed by her pure heart.

Rain, low chanting and shallow singing, breeze passing by, sending wisps of fragrance, condensed blue ripples in the dust of sorrow, troubled feelings slowly disappeared. Only the rain of the pool, the smell of lotus and the sound of three or two frogs remain. I interpreted the flower language like nature, listened to the euphemistic lotus song, and the lotus swaying in the rain and fog in my eyes was still so beautiful and graceful.

After all, I am not a lotus, after all, I do not understand her too well, I want to read slowly and carefully, in the classics of the poetry, in the elegance of the Tang poems and Song ci, in the moonlight of Zhu Ziqing's lotus pond, in the ancient rhyme of the Millennium Tang Qu River, and then in the rain in the afterglow, waiting for you in the afterglow, in this light of the dusk to rely on you, a total of water lotus, rain song.

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Pen name: Lin Xi'er, loves literature, likes fresh and bright and profound words.

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