Li Zhongxin is very satisfied with the inquisitive Haruko, Haruko's curiosity is very good, and it will definitely be of great help to her future growth.

What about Li Zhongxin! I'm very happy to let Haruko and Masako Mitsui understand Chinese culture, but I'm afraid that no one asks, and if no one asks, then the things he thinks about later will be in vain.

Li Zhongxin gently stroked Haruko's head, and slowly spoke, "What about this! It is a form of our ancient Chinese prose, and we call this ancient prose, and the name is very apt, called "Ai Lian Shuo".

Just now! I'm talking about ancient texts, and it's normal that you don't understand them, but after this article is translated, you will understand them, and you will feel a unique charm in them.

This Ai Lian said! It is said that there are many plants and flowers on the water and land, and there are many people who like them. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty favored chrysanthemum; Since the Li Tang Dynasty, people in the world have been particularly fond of peonies; But I love only the lotus flower, which comes from the mud and is not contaminated with filth, and it is washed by clean water, and it appears pure and not charming. It is open in heart and straight in form, not like vines spreading around, nor like branches running around. The fragrance is far away and pure and fragrant, slim and jade, such as a beautiful woman in the water, you can only appreciate it from a distance and not play with it wantonly.

I am a metaphor for chrysanthemums, and I am a reclusive person in the flowers. Peony is a rich and noble person among flowers. And what about the Lotus? It is a gentleman among flowers. Belch! People who love chrysanthemums are rarely heard after Tao Yuanming's death. How many people are as good as me? And those who love peonies are suitable for most people. ”

Li Zhongxin told Haruko in great detail the translation of what Ai Lian said. If you talk about other essays, Li Zhongxin doesn't have much memory, but this prose, Li Zhongxin memorized it like it very much, and he memorized this prose with his heart.

Li Zhongxin really loves this prose, not for the kind of people who learn something to pretend to use.

Li Zhongxin loves Lian, except for what Ailian said! Li Zhongxin also likes an article about lotus flowers. What about this! In fact, it can be regarded as Ailian's theory, but it is a kind written by later generations.

This prose is written that in the water of the Mae, there is a lotus. She is like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, in the indifference of being far away from the world, dancing the wind and playing with the moon, keeping the tranquility of the other world alone, and her weak muscles and bones will highlight the poetry of life one by one.

The big lotus flowers condensed into the pink and newborn cheeks of the girl, leaving only the shyness of the cool breeze and the swaying brilliance flowing, drunk with the breeze, drunk with the poet.

Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus over the head. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. Put the lotus in the sleeve, and the lotus heart is completely red'. I can't find a touch of worldliness, only the hazy lingering under the breeze, the primitive simplicity and subtlety.

It is also like Zhou Dunyi's 'out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons', not as quiet and beautiful as that, only a trace of ethereal floating in the sky, and a clear height, a desert, an unknown idleness and stubbornness.

Drink a very famous poem in praise of lotus flowers in Jiangnan, China, Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

There are double carps, playing with each other in the blue waves. Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf south. Who is the daughter in the depths of the lotus leaves, laughing and throwing a lotus across the water.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. The owner is not a sorrowful girl, and her appearance is beautiful and beautiful. Fourteen can read books, and fifteen can sew shirts. Sixteen lotus picking, Ling Ge is idle. Wear lotus leaves under the sun, and smile on the edge of the south pond.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. The water is covered with empty emerald color, and the flowers bloom cold and red. Passers-by are fortunate to meet here. Mengjun gave lotus root, and the heart of the lotus root is inextricably linked. Mengjun gave lotus fruit, and his heart was as bitter as frying.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. How easy is it to pick lotus, how difficult is it to stay in a horse, the geese in the distant mountains are crying constantly, and the clouds in the far pool are as white as sails. The bell is urging the guests to go, and the long way is long. Lead my green horse and raise my willow silk whip.

Step on the road when I come, and find my old joy. Looking back, Wangjun has been across the shore, waving goodbye to tears in his eyes. Seeing Jun covering his tears, watching Jun laugh and move the boat, he was thinking about it, and he couldn't speak.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves empty fields, Mo Yan picks lotus, Mo Yan picks lotus, lotus pond west wind blows incense, and a night of guest dreams is like water cold.

Tian Tian lotus leaves, quietly sleeping in the arms of the water, unrestrained, quiet.

How can the summer be silent here, looking at the countless pinks, or swaying beside the fiber bridge, the shadow of the Buddha; Or under the boundless waters, full of wantonness, spit out the fragrance, and look at the crowd.

From the light pink of the first dew of the lotus, to the gorgeous pink that blooms beautifully. Even if you go through the festival of time and wade through the complete prosperity after the fireworks, you can't hide the red that is full of red in front of you, which is the color of life, and has the power to pass through the world.

Spreading to places where the sun can't reach, it is still holy and clean, full of vigorous tension. Even if you can't resist the wilderness swept by the autumn wind, you must draw the end of your life in the cold purity.

This independent lotus is a wisp of cooking smoke rising leisurely in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a pearl and green fragrance under the makeup of a beauty, which is too late to depict.

It's more like the woman wading through the water, from the pre-Qin, from the so-called Yiren, on the water side, so beautiful and graceful, so swan song for the ages. Tracing the stream, the delicate young man who made the artemisia boat, the fair lady on the water side, picking lotus and the long lotus, and the wind swept over the long lotus, became the most beautiful poem of the ancient civilization of 5,000 years.

The pure lotus does not stick to the vulgar dust, and the feathers turn into immortals. Life is like a dream, waking up from a dream, it should be like a lotus, self-aware and saving, rubbing the miserable wanton into the brilliant bones and blood, and then making the quagmire of ideological nutrients, smiling between success and failure.

Between the bullets, smiling proudly in the red dust, the wind is blowing, everything is established, and everything has changed. The lotus is a kind of prajna, quietly blooming, that is a kind of compassion for oneself, but also a kind of high-spirited for the spiritual world that waits.

Lotus, between you, between me. The heart is like a lotus, that is, a thought.

These things describing lotus flowers rose from Li Zhongxin's heart, as if at this time, Li Zhongxin returned to the scene when he and his daughter-in-law admired the lotus in the later life.

"This prose is really well written, really good. Faithful brother, is the lotus flower beautiful? When you are in the summer, can you take me to see the lotus flowers in Jiangnan? After Qingzi said this, he still muttered in his mouth: "Yu Duai Lotus is out of the mud and not stained, the water is clear and the ripples are not demonic, the middle is straight and the outside is straight, the vines are not branches, the fragrance is far and clear, the pavilion is pure and planted, you can watch it from a distance and not blasphemous." It's so good, it's a good description, and the meaning is good. Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, this can be said to be a famous sentence! ”

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