Zhang Cambodia was happy when he was a teenager, with a knowledgeable tutor to teach, accompanied by the talented and beautiful White Lotus, plus his Tiancong, he surpassed the tutor at a young age, and he was blue.

After dinner and the sun sets, he often walks with the white lotus flower pond in the backyard, talking about poetry and improvising poems.

"You don't have to close the door to sleep by the pool, the cool breeze fills the house every night." There is a lotus pond in the backyard of Zhang Cambodia's house, although the lotus pond is not very wide, there are pavilions and pavilions around it, and the pond is full of lotus when the door is opened.

The wind comes freely, and the lotus is fragrant. Sparse curtains, small pavilions, clear land. Mountain peaks, summer shades, bamboo gates. Come to the poolside, see a pool of lotus, red makeup and green cover, and connect the sky cloud brocade. At dusk, watch the sunset and smoke, gulls and herons flying, and mandarin ducks playing in the water. The lotus leaf is the wall, the lotus flower is the wall, and the pond is full of lotus color and fragrance.

The best part is that the rain is coming, and the wind is all over the building. The wind blows, the lotus leaves roll, the flower branches shake, and proudly stretches their muscles and bones with the wind. It is a strong and vigorous upward momentum, and it cannot be shaken by the wind and rain. The old stems and new sprouts, such as the old spicy and elegant brushstrokes, when the pen walks the dragon and snake, it is full of fun and far-reaching meaning. The wind lotus is constantly jumping rough, unrestrained and hot, and vigorous and vigorous.

The heavy rain came, and it hit the huge lotus leaves with a thunderous sound. A light layer of smoke filled the pond, and clouds rose like mist, and there were blurred dreams.

The lotus in the pond is also black like lacquer, light like smoke, the ink and water in the leaves and leaves are blended, the shades are broken, the simplicity is crazy, mellow and elegant, and the natural forgetfulness.

The lotus lotus in the rain is the real freehand, in an instant, full of paper smoke clouds, majestic!

Zhang Cambodia thought that the fastest thing in his life was to hug his beloved little white lotus hand in hand, listening to the rain and watching the lotus on the Chixin Pavilion. That kind of pleasure and romance, elegant and chic, like reading half a volume of poetry, drunk and hazy.

The summer rain comes and goes quickly. After a gust of rain and wind, the sun was shining again, and it was bright. I thought I would be full of residual lots, but it was the opposite. After the rain, the lotus is even more delicate, and the wind and rain just now seem to have never happened.

It turned out to be rolled, the huge lotus leaves like an umbrella covered the wind and rain, and the lotus flowers hid in the arms of the lotus leaves, and they were unharmed! This lotus leaf's love for lotus flowers is also quite deep!

The lotus bathes in the sunshine, gently shakes the man dance, and the style after the rain is more beautiful and quiet, graceful and luxurious. In the sparse shadow of the lotus leaves, thousands of flowers are white and flawless, and they rise out of the air. The bees fly and the butterflies dance, and the birds fall, full of vitality. Many of them are also pregnant with a smart and fresh life, with buds waiting to be released. The lotus lotus after the summer rain, such as "the first banquet in Yaochi, the concubine is drunk, and the lead is washed away", which is more otherworldly, full of vitality and thriving.

The raindrops roll around on the lotus leaves, crystal clear, lovely, the big raindrops are as big as a small bowl, the breeze blows, and from time to time there are raindrops slipping down the sound of the lotus leaves. There are also frog drums, bird songs, and insect chirps, which enter the ears one by one with the breeze, like the sound of heaven.

When the autumn and winter come, Xiao Xiao is sparse and rainy, and the smoke and water are boundless. Several withered lotus plants, half of the waist folded down, and half of the charred leaves were immersed in the pool. The image of the remnant lotus, like a poignant sentence, stands in the middle of the water.

In the past, "the little lotus showed its sharp corners", "the red rain cried on the back", and now it is "left to listen to the sound of the rain". Decadence is so vividly and vividly, a mess. In the past, the beautiful shadow that was rich and beautiful, out of the mud and not stained, now fell into the mud of the sewage pond, and the sludge is in cahoots. There are also those who refuse to fall down even if they die, showing the arrogance of the frost and snow.

At this time, the residual lotus, like a pen of old ink, is written in the scrolls of the years, and the books are old. The remnant lotus listens to the rain, still in the dream of Xiangxi, under the sword of a strong man. How much sea dry stone rotten love is there, how much lingering hatred is endless, how many Lanzhou will come back with wine next year, how many rivers and lakes righteousness, heroic ambition, are all in this dripping, cold and clear rain, relive that coolness, a wisp of softness, a pure land.

Zhang Cambodia looked at a pool of lotus lotus and sighed: "Lotus silt, not decadence, but deeper love." Until next year, when the lake is full of flowers and the lotuses are noisy, are you still my favorite? ”

A song is quiet, a pool of rootless water, purified all over the ambition of the world, the shy and shy young man in the ten thousand flowers, the eternal dream back indifferently stretched for eternity, an indulgence and madness forgot how many ways home, a flower fell to wash away the impetuousness of the ages, leaving a dream of confusion, looking back at the twilight, full of vicissitudes of tears.

The first time I dreamed back-

The world of Whara, the hell of Shura, the light turn of the wheel of time, the secluded book of life and death, the lotus pond under His Highness Yama, the fine water under the bridge, the Meng Po on the bridge, the travelers who come and go, the wailing in the jade stream, the fluttering of a familiar figure, the pale cheeks, the whispering softly, the innocence that cannot be forgotten, the last lonely shadow when you don't go......

The changes in time and space, the ruins of the broken walls, the nightmare of ups and downs in the middle of the court, echoing the words of the empty valley, woke up the dreamer, and left behind the horror of autumn, which is unforgettable, but I don't know the change of spring and autumn, the change of the sun and the moon, and the hesitation in the hazy fog, which have long been drifted away.

Silian dream, it is difficult to look back, a dream is sad and autumnal, and it is difficult to make people remember in the end. Afraid, afraid, afraid.

Dream back again-

Slim and jade standing on a ridge of jade lotus, on the verdant lotus pond, pavilion pond water, long skirt wind moving, long hair fragrant, sprinkle a handful of beauty tears, look at a touch of cinnabar mole, smooth the kiss marks of the splendid Luo dress, frivolous white and translucent tea, hugging the thin waist, clinging to the hot chest, reminiscing about the residual fragrance on the lips, letting the silky hair whipped the cheeks, slowly caressing the pretty face frost, bringing a trace of trembling, leaving a wave of ripples, intoxicated in the gentle township, sleepless at night. Just because of the nostalgia there, the nostalgia for the return of the swallow, the mandarin ducks playing in the water, flying with wings, in exchange for only many lingering dreams, unforgettable tonight at that time, can only fly with a song.

Beauty tears, memories are broken, even if you write a poem, it is always unforgettable......

Three dreams back –

In the depths of the lotus pond, the lotus flower is in full bloom, picking a lotus petal, full of ethereal, the lotus forest is small, the flowing water is a song, and a scoop of clear water is scooped. Let people be gluttonous, quiet lotus pond, lotus on the pond, brew a pot of lotus wine, and the white lotus, smell a pond of lotus fragrance, refresh people's hearts, but also see the lotus leaf shade, accompanied by the water, look at the bird song and flowers, its joy, wait for the white lotus to come, warm a pot of lotus wine, take a cup of wine, tell each other heartfelt heart, wouldn't it be happy!

In this life, I don't want to be famous, I only want to be drunk in my dreams, I just want to be drunk today, and I drink a big drunk, straight, fast, fast, and even more singing, full of pride, which makes people sigh in their dreams, this pride and ambition, how can it be compared in reality, it is better to have a cup of old age, old death in today's dynasty, politeness in a foreign land......

Proud feast, fragrant wine, a cup of waste for a lifetime, it is always difficult to be pitied. Dry, dry, dry.

Now I dream back—

Alone in a foreign land, haunted by dreams, looking forward to dreams, a set of tea sets, boiling a pot of boiling water, listening to the sound of boiling water, a melodious song of zither, burning a section of sandalwood, accompanied by incense mist, thousands of thoughts put down, sit alone, make a pot of tea, watch the broken tea leaves drift in the clear water, wash the cup wall, but also cleanse in the depths of the soul, wandering around, watching the water yellow, forget the memories, forget the troubles, everything is quiet, no earthly disturbances, slowly enjoy your own world. The night is still so quiet, everything in the dream is still so peaceful, Xiao Tian, the stars turn, the meteors are shining, everything seems so quiet, only a good night in my mind is left! and the lotus pond in my dream.

The fragrance in the dream, the lotus bloom, the fragrance of the dream, it is always difficult to wake up, quiet, quiet, quiet.

Lotus dream, dream is difficult to wake up, forget the world in the dream, leave a period of dawn, wait to return to the hometown, talk with the beauty, talk with friends, and wake up in a dream. Daydreams, dreams shattered. It is better to dig a pond, plant lotus root in the pond, wait for the plumbing lotus root to sprout in the coming year, harvest lotus dream, lotus heart.