So Dao 丨 Love

The manifestation of manic and enthusiasm, the wind was as gentle as jade after the rain, gently stunned the dust of the micro -Mongolian, and the hot sun quietly hid behind the clouds, and the green was a little shy. Therefore, this is the way, like a poem, like a love of time, like a girl in the flower season, sometimes singing with the long sky, and sometimes accompanied by the drizzle of the flowing clouds, always sending cool tourists.

The hometown of the land in July was quiet and natural, thousands of acres of lotus ponds bloomed, white lotus flowers were bright, pink lotus was like a daisy, red lotus flowers were unrestrained ... there was a slightest place, like a breeze, a gentleman, and the ground was budding to let go. , Like a girl with a dancing style, the petals as thin as cicadas are even more loving. It is interesting to the water of the Linglang Ling Di Ling Di Ling Di, and the dusk of the blue sky with Gao Yuan ...

In addition to leisure, the love of his hometown is constantly hitting his heart. Occasionally, the boat paddles are paddling and a small boat, and the back and forth through the deep lotus leaves, and there is no appointment with a gentleman with the lotus. At the moment of the water, a layer of ripples were swinging, and the slightly fainted ripples were embellished on the clear river surface, and the ripples spread a little, until they disappeared into the vast water and sky. Sitting secretly at the corner of the bow, you can touch the field lotus leaves of the field, you can touch the depths of the lotus lotus, watching the lotus leaves swaying with the wind. At this moment, at this moment ... forget all the redundancy of the world, gently close your eyes and suck the lotus fields, and feel a rare tranquility.

Life is like a lotus, the world of lamps and wine is full of indescribable temptation, but it is rooted in the lotus lotus in the mud. In the past, there are all flowers. There are no roses, and there is no peony land. The natural fragrance of the country, pure and flawless, and quietly blooms. It is as bright as the bright moon.

The lotus is growing lonely in the mud, just applying a colorful scroll for the shallow summer, which is pleasing and infinite. For thousands of years, there have been countless youthful leadership at the time of slow time, leaving a period of unable to tell the past, as if the clouds are misty, and they are obliterated in the long history. Just as the white horse passes through the gap, he continues to accept the baptism of life in the adversity, and continuously draws wisdom and energy in the disturbance of the world. The gift of heaven and earth, all the past, died of the wind, died of the wind, and the time was indifferent to the poetic tranquility. We had a good pursuit and yearning, and our lives had the strength of the movement.

Thousands of years of old things like smoke. Forty years of rush years, more than 10,000 days and nights, quietly slipped away between his fingers. Once upon a time, sitting at the corner of the bow, leaning against the sailing rod, gently wandering the paddles, looking along the wind, the wind and snow, and the dream ripples kept turning in the water. In the ordinary years, remembering the youthful face, the water is still smiling, and the wind is still smiling. Notes, which are remosive and pursuing. And when I came every rainy day, I couldn't help but think of a touch of fragrance lotus, remembering the mottled sailing boat, and the old vendor of the waist, and when I was in front of my eyes, I couldn't help my eyes. I couldn't help my eyes. His mother -in -law, how many times in unmanned night, calling for a young age, such as fireworks, such as fireworks, like lotus flowers.

The Loch of the Tao, although it has changed from time to time. But I love deeply as always, as clear as the crystal, and the yellow land under the feet is deep. The so -road water is flowing and flowing in my heart like blood, and the lotus flowers are constantly blooming and blooming in my heart. In the reincarnation of the four seasons, my soul soul is constantly eroded, so that I have a spiritual destination in wandering.

About the Author

Wang Changhui, male, from Shangqiu City, pseudonym willow, a willow leaf, a bachelor's degree, member of the Shangqiu Musician Association, a member of the Liangyuan District Writers Association, served in the special department of the "Party Land Life" magazine, Shangqiu City Longxing World Cultural Communication General Manager of Co., Ltd..

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