The autumn color is thick, and the falling leaves inadvertently hit the ground with a poetic scene. Breeze, autumn cool face, roam the lake, the ground is yellow, the wind is whispering, the lake is thin, and the wild geese fly in the sky. Looking at the middle of the lake, the blue lotus that once obscured the sky and the sun were mostly ruined. The lotus leaves were once infinitely green, and the lotus pond, where the lotus was particularly bright red in the sun, disappeared, the green of spring was gone, the purples of summer disappeared, and the rest was just withered and haggard, drawing a picture of the passing of time. The residual lotus in the pond, the fallen lotus, the dilapidated thing, has passed the best season. The pool is full of withered lotus leaves, the pool is full of dead leaves, those broken lotus leaves and several withered yellow lotus poles, depend on each other, silent, or curl up, or expand, or head held high, or bent, it seems that they are still talking to the world about their extraordinarily bright red demeanor in the sun, and they still seem to be quietly listening to the sound of the rain and the innocence of the dirt.
At this time, I saw the raindrops falling again, and in late autumn, with the freehand brushwork of cold rain and ink-like freehand brushwork, I spread the rhyme ink on the pond, writing quietly and cleanly, leaving a fragrant pen, leaving a freehand picture of residual lotus listening to Rain Water ink. Standing by the lake, gazing at the residual lotus swaying in the breeze for a long time, although they are no longer beautiful, no longer youthful, no longer charming, and no longer embellish a piece of elegant demeanor with one pink or white lotus flower after another, but the residual lotus stems are still holding on in the wind, despite the ruthless swaying of the mournful wind and rain, still standing there with the original purity. I am silent, I do not understand, since all things can not avoid from prosperity to decline, then what is the mystery of life between decline and rebirth? Moreover, if decline and failure are the beginning of prosperity and prosperity, then does the maturity of each life herald the next round of aging and withering? I bowed my head in contemplation and quietly kept it in my heart. All of a sudden, there seems to be a kind of touching that spreads in my heart, asking myself whether life should be born with an indomitable and holy life, and a pure and noble soul. This is the most elegant and precious thing in life. I do not know whether I will be as high-spirited and calm as the residual lotus in my aging life, and whether there will be a different kind of magnificence in the last watch of my life.
Bamboo dock dust-free water threshold is clear, Acacia is far away from the heavy city. The autumn overcast does not dissipate the frost to fly late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. In the face of the withered ponds and residual lotus, Li Shangyin listened to the poems written in the patter of autumn rain, which will still make people sad and emotional to read today. I do not know what kind of feelings the poets used at that time to sing short verses that could make people feel sad and beautiful. Standing on the edge of the lotus pond, let the autumn rain fall, gently chanting this short poem, as if wanting to interpret the words and codes of the poet's thoughts, to excavate the accumulation of the poet's life feelings. Chanting softly over and over again, the more deeply I feel, the more I chew, and the stronger my taste is. I feel that this residual leaf written by the poet may be the last pulse of the poet in order to keep the lotus pond. Maybe it's just for the poet to listen to the ancient rhyme of autumn rain? Maybe the poet just glanced at it and sang it casually? But I do not know that his this may have covered up the romance of thousands of years, contributed to a unique song through the ages, and achieved the most graceful Tang poetry and Song ci, and Li Shangyin himself has also become the rhyme in this poem, which has been remembered by future generations for a long time.
The environment comes from the heart, and the emotion comes from the feeling. If the red lotus root fragrance residual jade autumn feels as a kind of cold, if you feel a kind of desolation in the fragrant green leaves, then looking at the pool of withered lotus, reading withered lotus and listening to the rain, you will feel that the residual lotus in the rain is so sad and moving, look! The residual lotus that stood there like a rib continued to burn like a rusty flame, and still showed an unfailing character. Listen! You can hear the dialogue between the remnant lotus and the autumn rain, although the voice is hoarse, but it is still melodious, just like the sound of the pipa in the river. They gently swaying in the wind, quietly accept the wind and frost, regardless of the sorrows of the world, regardless of wind, rain and snow, low eyebrows smile, alone defend their own lonely city. Reading and appreciation of American articles
This calm in the face of death is not only a kind of calmness after going through the vicissitudes of life, but also a kind of free and easy after much wind and rain. Because, it knows very well that autumn is only a cycle of the four seasons, the years are long, the laws of nature are irresistible, and at the end of life, it also contains the beginning of the next round of rich new life. Until one day, when people dug up section after section of white lotus root from the root of the residual lotus, they really realized that the dilapidated residual lotus was so rich that it was still standing there quietly waiting for it, which was the most precious crystallization accumulated in his life. This kind of calm, calmly face the variables of life, beyond imagination, this kind of atmosphere, calm and calm realm, also let people awe, looking at the residual lotus in front of me, let me also understand the value and true meaning of life, life, vegetation and autumn. Between prosperity and decline, in prosperity and loneliness, I have clearly seen a different charm of life at different times and in different forms, and more know how to cherish every emotion and calm and light life.
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