Looking at the ruined pond, the green lotus in May has long become the flower of the other side. Although, between summer and autumn, in terms of time, it is not too long. However, the distance of the soul has exceeded thousands of miles. From the dead branches and leaves, although I can still recall the charm of that time, the silence of that thinking has been thousands of years.

In every reincarnation, Hongchen will always precipitate too much sorrow. In every parting, the world is always surrounded by endless affection. It is said that the world is like smoke, but who can really do it without being frightened...... knows that the rivers and lakes are all passers-by, but who can ignore the feelings that once filled the sky......

When will the changing seasons be transformed into a variety of pavilions...... When will the withered flowering period turn into the ultimate romance...... Dreams, such as fishing on an overpass, are just floating clouds. Wish, it seems to be drawing water in the bamboo blue, and all that is picked up is droplets. Happiness has become a starlight across the sky, and love is just a distant heavenly singer. The gazing ferry crossings block the passing routes one by one.

The maple leaves are floating, the mountains and forests are beautiful, why can't I always forget, the green lotus in May...... Even if the lead Hua is thankful and the time refuses to delay, your pure fragrance in the green is always unforgettable. It is at this time that Qingfeng has been separated into the other side, and your intoxicating pink, like the light of the Buddha, sits on the heart hall.

May green lotus, what kind of gorgeous flower it is, thick ink is difficult to describe, heavy color is purely superfluous. Only that piece of verdant, or that drop of morning dew, can bring out the whole essence of its life. Bright red with turquoise, comfortable from afar, and elegant from close. Verdant with crystalline, it is clear up close, and a Zen when viewed from afar.

May, what a wonderful name. Green lotus, what a symbol of youth. If it weren't for that rain, maybe they wouldn't have met each other, and if it weren't for that broken bridge, there wouldn't have been a thousand-year-old story. The rivers and lakes are unintentional, but Hongchen is intentional. The Buddha of Joy always mischievously focuses two parallel lines that never intersect at a specific time and place. As a result, a graceful curve has been added to the world. At the same time, Hongchen has another tragedy that makes people cry.

It is said that the cause is love, but the fate is determined. The autumn wind is always so ruthless, and the red is too late to really bloom, but it says that it has missed the season. The autumn rain was always so miserable, and the verdant patches were not completely stretched, and it destroyed them into a withered yellow. Flowers and leaves, before the reunion season, are already flowers are not flowers, leaves are not leaves.

The Buddha said that the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Floating leaves, after all, return to a cup of loess, in the midst of the fluttering, the passion of the season of flowers. The other side of the flower is miserable and miserable; The leaf pond area is deserted. The ruthless reincarnation, in this last autumn color, the murmur of the autumn insects, the singing is also a farewell. The parting of flowers and leaves, the fluttering of the soft wind, how much affection has been melted into, the separation of leaves and flowers, and the infiltration of silk rain have transformed countless exquisite makeup. The rippling ripples, full of each other's reluctance, and the memories of the circle always shine in my heart.

The sunset reflects the trees, and what remains in the pond is only the old figure. The starry sky is mottled, and the tactful is still the long love song. The dead branches of the lotus are still playing in the water, and the yellow leaves are still rippling in the pond. Waiting silently, watching is generosity. The infatuation remains unchanged, and the wind and rain turn into neon clothes. With dreams, sorrow is also brilliant. Autumn goes to winter, there will always be a time when the wilderness wakes up, and when it comes to that season, I will definitely be the first to come and see the May green lotus in the water......