Winter lotus
Li Jie. Look, Donghe!
The car stopped on a lawn outside Midayuan Village, and the pond of winter lotus attracted a burst of cheers.
Everyone gathered around, facing the lotus pond, and took pictures.
Lao Jiang loves photography, he chose a stone in the corner of the pond to stand on it, and took pictures on his stomach.
The thin brother is a poet, his eyes touched the light in the lotus pond, and he pointed and said, what is that little string of pink things? Let's take a look, it's worm eggs! But certainly not snail eggs.
In the gray lotus pond in winter, it is the small color that hangs between the lotus ridge and the water surface that steals the mirror and becomes the warmest light in the lotus pond.
A big pond full of dry lotus!
Remnant Lotus Wu Guanzhong.
When I came to the countryside today, I actually went to the flower fairy flower house to enjoy the winter flowers, and unexpectedly met a pond of residual lotus, which was also a big harvest.
The pond ridge is narrow, uneven, overgrown with weeds, and the lotus pond was formerly a winter paddy field.
The winter sun fell on the residual lotus, then slid into the winter water, and jumped on us, very warm.
At this time, a pond of lotus is also warm.
The lotus pond is quiet, and the residual lotus is also quiet, only the sunlight in the pond is jumping, making the quiet lotus pond shine.
Remnant Lotus Huang Dufeng.
I like lotus in my life, but at this time, there is only residual lotus, and there is no big lotus.
In such a big wilderness, it is lucky enough to accidentally encounter such a large pond of residual lotus.
At this time, the flowers in the flower fairy flower house are no longer important, and everyone just wants to see a pond of residual lotuses.
The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. Yang Wanli's Xia Lotus, vigorous, swaying, noisy, when the slender waist of the lotus stem is no longer able to support the side of the lotus leaf, Xia Lotus will be quiet, slim down, the lotus pond is so depressed, the leaves droop, shrunk, the color turns black, the branches are dry, brittle, broken, and then the water is cold, the lotus left in the lotus pond is only the wind bones, firm, head high, broken, not in a hurry, crooked, criss-crossed, messy, sassy and vigorous.
The residual lotus is the bone of winter, hard, and beautiful.
Looking at the residual lotus, it is probably good to have a little rain.
It was another evening, I was walking on the bank of the Jialing River, and it was raining.
There was a rain-sheltered man-made mountain-shaped corridor ahead, and I didn't choose to go in because there was a pool of dry lotus in front of the corridor.
The rain was faint and foggy, and it only wet my hair.
I'm alone by the pool.
The wind, colder than the rain, poured into the neck, like rain.
The sky is low, crushing the residual lotus in the pool, and a pool of dry lotus is silent in the drizzle, which makes people pity.
I'm not sentimental, but I like to watch the remnants in the light rain.
The pool water is slightly rippling, and the residual load is the crack of the pool water.
The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain. Li Shangyin likes to watch the lotus in the rain, his pool of lotus is the lotus outside the pavilion, the lotus outside the withered willow, the lotus of parting, the lotus of longing, different from the warm lotus under the sun in the pond of Midayuan Village, and the pond lotus on the river bank is the lotus of winter rain, is the cool lotus.
Li Shangyin in the light rain is quiet, subtle, sad, his lotus from autumn to winter, the haze has not dissipated, the frost on the ground, friends are far away, the Si people are lonely, a person is silent to a pool of lotus, the sound of the dripping rain is like a horse's hooves, it seems to be far from near, only the lonely back of the poet and a pool of residual lotus remain in the fog.
Blooming in the summer, withering in the winter, my love is broken like that.
A friend once confided in me in the rain in a melancholy manner.
The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, the flowers are gone, and the empty pond is lonely.
A dry lotus, is a loneliness, loneliness is isolated, persistent, in the frost, our thoughts are like a light rain, waves, rhythmic, elegant, low aftertaste, some thoughts with the sound of rain, a drop of rain, is a drop of lovesickness, just like this pool of residual lotus, staggered, sorrowful, cut constantly, and chaotic.
A pool of residual lotus is the instant stagnation of a good time in life.
The fallen leaves know the cold, and the withered lotus is desolate.
I'm looking forward to a snowstorm coming soon to cover the pool with remnants.
The flying snow, the white snow, and the white snow in the sky are bound to replace the vigorous and pure love in summer.
The remnants of the lotus are small again and again, so small that time breaks down into wisps of sunshine, and they are in a daze in the gaps in the snow.
The snow erased the pond of residual lotus, but the sound of the light rain was still there.
The residual lotus in the sun has warmth and handsomeness, the residual lotus in the light rain has the atmosphere and wind bones, and the residual lotus in the snow is pure and silent.
Life is like a lotus, after thousands of red dust, prosperity, all the dust fades, everything is the same, calm, elegant, calm, natural end, restore yourself.
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*: Sichuan Provincial Office of Local Chronicles.
Author: Li Jie (Member of Sichuan Writers Association, Chairman of Jialing District Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Nanchong City. His works have been scattered in newspapers and periodicals such as "People's **", "Xinmin Evening News", "Poetry Magazine", etc
Contributed by: Nanchong Local Chronicles Office.
Pictured: Fang Zhi Sichuan.