The drizzle in winter fluttered and fell on the ground, which sharply increased the chill in winter. The fluttering leaves fell and inadvertently smashed the poem all over the floor.
Frozen on a bleak lake, I saw the lake was thin, the wind was whispering, the rain fell on the lotus, and the dead lotus leaves stood in the cold pond.
Looking at the lake in the distance, most of the intoxicating green lotus that once covered the sky were frustrated. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors. The scene, also disappeared.
The green of spring has gone away, the purples of summer have disappeared, and the gorgeous dance has disappeared, leaving only the withered lotus in the eyes, showing a picture of the passing of youth. ? The withered and unkempt dance stood in the cold pond, and the green meteorite disappeared into yellow. Fade away the prosperous character, dream in autumn and winter and wait for spring.
? The pool full of residual lotus, standing residual lotus, curly lotus leaf and yellow lotus pole are accompanied by each other, or curled up, or unfolded, or held their heads high, or bent down, as if they were still telling the world about their unique red wind reflecting the sun, and as if they were still singing the sound of staying dry and listening to the rain.
The cold rain in late winter, with a splash of ink-like freehand brushwork, spilled rhyme ink on the cold pond where the dead leaves stood, leaving a freehand brushwork of listening to the rain.
Staring at the residual lotus swaying in the breeze, all their brilliance has already withered because of the destruction of wind and frost. Although they are no longer beautiful, full of youth, charming and dotted with pink or white lotus flowers, those residual lotus stems that are still clinging to the wind and rain, regardless of the relentless swaying of the wind and rain, still stand there firmly with that original purity.
I'm speechless and I don't understand. Since everything is inevitable from prosperity to decline, what is the mystery of life between decline and regeneration? If decline and failure are the beginning of prosperity and prosperity, does the growth and maturity of every life also indicate the next round of aging and withering?
I looked down in thought. Suddenly, there was a feeling that seemed to fill my heart. I ask myself, should life keep an innate holy and unyielding life, and keep the purity and nobility in the soul in the bustling and drifting bleak world? This is the most elegant and precious thing in life.
I don't know if my dying life will be as high-spirited and leisurely as the residual lotus. I don't know if there will be a different sense of security and beauty in my last watch.
Circumstances are born from the heart, and feelings are born from feelings. If you put? Autumn red lotus root fragrance residual jade? Feeling is a kind of desolation, if in? Does it eliminate residual leaf fragrance? I feel a kind of cold, so I look at the dead lotus in the pool and read books in winter? Listen to the rain? Poetry, do you feel that the residual lotus in the rain is so sad and moving?
Look! The residual lotus standing there like a tendon continues to burn like rust, showing the charm of clank; Listen! You can listen to the dialogue between Residual Lotus and Winter Rain. Although the voice is hoarse, it is still melodious, just like the sound of pipa twisting gently in the river.
They sway gently in the wind, quietly accept the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, don't ask the sufferings of the world, don't ask the falling snow and rain, smile with low eyebrows, and guard their lonely city alone.
This kind of calmness in the face of death is completely a kind of calmness after vicissitudes of life, and it is also a kind of free and easy after ups and downs.
Shallow thinking, as far as life is concerned, no matter success or failure, gathering, parting, parting, we should not blindly lament, call the west wind into the eyebrow bend, follow the eyebrow, and should not wake up tears.
On the most painful edge of life, the heart should be warm, even the frozen heart lake will meet the touch of the sun and melt quietly. The past of spring and summer is just a cycle of four seasons, and the laws of nature are irresistible The end of a life also includes the beginning of the next round of new life.
It was not until one day, when people dug pieces of white lotus roots from the roots of residual lotus, that they really realized that the broken residual lotus was so rich. It stands there quietly, which is the most precious crystallization accumulated in his life.
Residual load, calm and calm in the face of life, beyond imagination; This kind of calm state is also awe-inspiring.
The residual load dripping in front of me also made me realize the value and true meaning of life. I clearly see the unique charm of life in different times and forms, between prosperity and decline, between prosperity and loneliness.
Reach out your hands, hold the warm touch, carefully hold it in your palm, smile and sing one eyebrow at a time, cherish every emotion, cherish every day's life, cherish every encounter, watch the rest of the fleeting time, watch a quiet period, and quietly guard the peace and tranquility of the smile that blooms at the intersection of time.