You are the lotus in my heart
Author: Wang Wen (Heilongjiang).
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A pot of boiling hot water.
Slowly solidify in the cold wind of the winter night.
From now on, you and me.
There is no longer the resonance of the past.
Silently. An oil lamp went out.
It shed its last tears.
The oil-absorbing cotton wick falls to the ground and turns to ash.
That lamp has become a vestige of history.
It can no longer brighten your future.
Even if there is no car.
I'm also going to the Miluo River.
On the fifth day of the fifth month of May every year in the future.
I'm going to catch all the fish in the river.
Let the souls of the martyrs.
At least that day there will be peace.
The sky is still very blue.
The lake is still very clear.
The wildflowers on the roadside are still brilliant.
The distance is still a beautiful distance.
It's just me by the lake.
There is no longer the passion of the past.
I read you in the moonlight of late autumn.
Read your buried roots under water.
Read the leaves you float on the water.
Read the flowers you burrow out of the leaves.
Read your Tingting Yuli.
Read your jade and ice clear.
Cracks in September. The lotus in my heart.
In the midst of defeat, the head will still be held high.
Watching the distant geese.
Wave between the gloom.
can't hide the eternal thread.
Wang Wen, net name: the other side of the flower, Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province, Zhaozhou County, like to use simple words to record ordinary life, currently served as the chairman of Daqing Tsunami Machinery and Equipment Manufacturing, engaged in the production and manufacturing of oilfield environmental protection equipment and technology research and development, joy, anger and sorrow in the pen, in the development of strong, in the busy to find happiness.
Editor-in-charge:Heilongtian Anhui Yueqiang.