Text/Fei Shouxiang Photo/Yanshan
In winter you are covered with a thick layer of ice, like a mirror, reflecting the monotonous sky. Not even a bird comes to please you, you lie there quietly as if asleep, but who knows that you are having a colorful dream.
The cold north wind receded, and in the warm wind, you quietly turned into a pool of blue water. The breeze caressed, the sparkling ripples reflected the sun, and the fine spots of light appeared on the surface of the water, beating and shining, and in this gentle wave, a dream was rising.
Attracted by the sun, summoned by the spring wind, the dream is also trying. The water is silent, only sparkling ripples. Beneath the surface of the water was a different world, the thick, full rhizomes sprouting, growing into rolls of young leaves, growing upwards with great effort, they were clustered, helping, trying to drill out of the water, they looked around excitedly, looking forward to it, admiring, and the pond suddenly came alive! The rolls of young leaves were stretching, enlarging, bustling, you next to me, I touched you, slowly occupying the whole surface of the water, no longer the shadow of the water.
Underneath the leaves, a branch of flower arrow was drilled, probing the brain, and the flower arrow was gathering, expanding, and miraculously blooming. The petals are fresh and flowing, bright and pink, under the illumination of the sun, glowing with a layer of soft light, like ice crystal, like jade pure, delicate like a baby's face, people dare not touch, the petals are clearly lined, like carving, and delicate and soft, like satin.
The flowers bloomed among the green leaves, and some of them were shy and timidly hiding under the lotus leaves, revealing only one or two petals, so that no one could glimpse her delicacy! The tall and upright, the branch is outstanding, the sky is proud, showing a thousand charms, revealing thousands of styles, and the thin flower stem seems to be not weak, but it is as light as a weight. Some are still a compact and dense flower bud, like a peach expanding, accumulating the power to open.
The white, smoke-like mist, lined with the yellow flower buds, white and elegant, fluttering; The red, open and enthusiastic, is like a fiery fire burning in the summer, radiant, driving away the lonely loneliness of the white clouds in the sky; There are also pink and purple pieces of sunset that seem to be on the edge of the sky, attracted by the beauty of here, and have invited them to come here.
The red, pink, and white flowers are dotted among the green leaves, and this one seems to be talking, and the flowers are moving slightly; The flower seems to be listening, the jaw hibiscus; This flower is graceful and luxurious, wearing heavy makeup; The flower is fresh and unworldly, light and rouge; This flower stands tall, light with the wind; The flower is fragrant with dew, and the pulse is full of emotion; This flower is in full bloom, as rich as a full moon; The one that bloomed half-heartedly, wanting to let go of shyness; This weak flower can't help the wind, like the wind blowing willows; The gentle and tranquil flower, like the rising sun; This flower forced the fish to sink, and the lonely fang was self-congratulatory; The one that attracted the geese fell, and the light shone brightly. The whole lotus pond is full of flowers, thousands of purples and thousands of reds. Where the breeze rises, the flowers and leaves sway together, and the fragrance is fragrant, causing butterflies to fly, dragonflies to lingbo, frogs to chirp, fish to shuttle, egrets to dance, kingfishers to settle down, so that the sun refuses to return to the west, white clouds are in love, wild ducks linger, and bees cling to farewell. The whole pond is like a silent song and dance performance, and like a huge symphony.
In the middle of summer, who is holding a flower folding umbrella, walking into your dreams, comforting your dreams, sniffing your flowers, holding hands with you, and bathing in the summer wind.
Autumn and winter will eventually come, when you are prosperous and reading, the flowers are dead, the lotus is hanging low, the face is late, and the world is empty, you must greet each other calmly, that is the process that you must go through to grow. You have to feel that the lotus stem is expanding, and you must firmly believe that the next year will bloom more prosperously!
Your dream, beautiful party, amazing time, enrich the journey.
About the author: Fei Shouxiang, a native of Wulian, Shandong, likes to sing and occasionally sees words.
Li Yanshan, the author of One Point Yanshan, is a registered member of China Writers Network and China Poetry Network. Self-media high-quality social field creators.