Take a pool of lotus leaves and lotus incense, and listen to the wind and birds singing

Time and shade change in the flow of years, and the years are like songs, from the summer day of enthusiasm like fire to the lonely and lonely autumn, it seems to be just after the autumn rain. The most beautiful fanghua in the lotus pond is also like the beauty of the twilight year, interpreting the last unique style. "Yingying can't cross a water, and Leng Cui's incense is sad to people." Autumn has passed, autumn is getting deeper, and the lotus flowers in the pond are still trying to retain the last touch of brilliance. In the gradual autumn mood, the lotus flowers have begun to gradually lose their summer luxury, and the lotus leaves have begun to decay. The change of seasons makes the lotus flower appear another beauty!

The morning sun is dying at dusk, and the lotus pond of this season is not to be missed in every season.

The water lilies in the morning light, just opened the hazy sleeping eyes, quiet and elegant, the breeze blows, the lotus fragrance ripples, in this thin and cloudy weather, there is a rare comfort...

In the sunset, the sky is burning with brilliant sunset, after a day of noise, the lotus pond is calm, the evening breeze is accustomed, the flowers are fragrant, and it is slightly drunk like an aged wine.

The last magnificent light disappeared into the distance. I heard the waves singing softly, like the whispers of a lover, echoing softly in my ears. The evening wind caressed the long hair mischievously, the air was a familiar breath, and the days when the skirt horns flew had gradually drifted away.

Childhood hometown, there are a large area of lotus pond, summer vacation, my mother often arranged me to go to the lotus pond to fight pig grass, emerald green and difficult to tender water grass, in the lotus pond side of the green waterfall generally paved, raise the sharp sickle of the grinding, a moment of kung fu can cut a bamboo basket of water grass, neatly stacked up, wait for my mother to work home when I help me carry back. After finishing the work, the sun has climbed to the top of the mountain, the hot sun, provoking the willow trees by the lotus pond to sing tirelessly, picking a lotus leaf, on the head, it becomes a hat, shade cool, but also with the unique fragrance of lotus leaves. Facing the lotus flowers in the pond, you can only look at it from a distance and cannot pick it, because here are all fish ponds for raising fish, unfathomable, and once you fall down, you will die. Moreover, my second uncle, who works in this fishery, will be embarrassed if he is caught picking lotus flowers. However, being able to see this beautiful lotus every day already feels like a very happy thing. Back at home, the mother is reluctant to throw away the lotus leaves, clean the lotus leaves, throw them into the big pot of white porridge, like magic, the white porridge immediately becomes turquoise and verdant, looks particularly appetizing, scoops a bowl of lotus leaf porridge, forced the eyes, the unique fragrance of the lotus leaves comes to the face, I have to admire the wisdom of my mother's life, and the simple and plain days are alive and fragrant.

The story of life, staged in one scene after another, in the grinding of the years, once thought that the vicissitudes of the mulberry field, the fleeting has become a cloud of smoke. Like years of water, reminiscing about the past, in the long wind of last night, how many lost dreams. The wind blows the lotus pond, the sweet fragrance is gusting, the slightly drunken evening wind gently blows through the long hair, the turquoise water of the lake, the lotus leaf field, like a light dancing Luo skirt.

Quiet night, quiet flowing music, whispering in the ears, tapping the sound of the heart, whispering in the ear, the smart words are slowly like a clear spring, into the dry heart.

The morning is hurried, and it is too late to feel the delicacy of the lotus flowers in the garden. Dusk is impetuous, unable to stop and settle the dust. Only the quiet night, the breeze is gentle, the night is late at night, the flowers sleep, it is rare to have a calm and calm, the beauty and elegance of washing the lead, the thoughts that come from hand, woven into a long line of poetry, pillowing the lotus incense into the dream.