That pool of water lilies

That pool of water lilies was always like my first sight with it.

Many of my texts have mentioned water lilies.

I love flowers and plants, but there aren't many things that I can't forget.

Atmospheric peonies are round and rich; thorny roses are childhood favorites; plain orchids are middle-aged new favorites... Only the water lilies, the pool of water lilies, crouched weakly on the leaves and looked at me, and the innocent eyes reached the hearts of the people. A piece of solid ice in my heart melted in an instant.

That pool of water lilies, in the early summer of a certain early summer, the early summer that could not come back, in Jiangnan, in the Three Kingdoms City of Wuxi, in the pond ditch quite far from the ground, inadvertently, broke into my heart.

The real appearance of that pool of water lilies, in fact, I can't remember. I often have in my mind a vague image of that distant and unspecified image. Everywhere I went, as long as I saw water lilies, I reflexively remembered the early summer of Three Kingdoms City, and my first meeting with water lilies...

Later, I met Jia Pengfang's "Water Lilies", which was an erhu song with a faint introverted sadness, which hit me instantly, and I remembered the pool of water lilies in Wuxi. So I wrote First Sight. In the early hours of the morning, I finally let Jia Pengfang's "Water Lilies" bloom in the blog, and I was convinced that it was the greeting from the pool of water lilies.

Life is always lonely, people who really care are always inadvertently missed, and only water lilies can iron my soul.

Later, I encountered it in the southeast, southwest, and northwest all year round: Yangchun, in Slender West Lake, encountered a pool of water lilies; in early summer, I met it in my hometown, Luyuan, Guizhou and even Xiamen; in the middle of summer, I met it in Xinzheng and Northern Xinjiang; in early autumn, I met it in Yunnan; in the cold winter, I met it in Zhuhai...

In the bitter summer, seeing it as shy as a little woman, how could it turn its eyes.

"The human heart often can't stand the boiling of the world", we are constantly thinking about the pain in the floating world, and we are constantly repeating the same mistakes. There is nowhere to look, only water lilies, only "Water Lilies", which can withstand the bitter summer, the morning greets the rising sun, and the twilight closes with the sunset. The sun is warm or spicy, it is always in a pool of shallow water, between a few round leaves, not humble and open.

When will you be able to walk in front of a pond with water lilies on a night when the frogs are chirping and the grass is moving? I believe that at that time, "Water Lilies" was set to ring in the ears, and the tears could flow freely. That pool of water lilies was always like my first sight with it. (Shen Ruijin)