Lotus pond moonlight

These days, my heart is not quite quiet. Sitting in the yard tonight to enjoy the cold, suddenly remembered the lotus pond that passed through the day, in the light of this full moon, there should always be something else. The moon gradually rose, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall was already invisible; the wife was screaming at the house and screaming at the song. I sneaked a big shirt and took it out.

Along the lotus pond, it is a tortuous small coal road. This is a secluded road; few people walk during the day, and the night is more lonely. The lotus pond is surrounded by many trees and is full of depression. On the side of the road are some willows, and some trees that don't know the name. In the evening without moonlight, this road is sinister and somewhat afraid of people. It is very good tonight, although the moonlight is still faint.

I am alone on the road, carrying my hands on my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; I also went beyond the ordinary myself to another world. I love to be busy and love to be calm; I love to live in groups and love to be alone. Like this evening, a person can think of anything under this vast moon. If he can do anything, he will feel free. Things that must be done during the day, must be said, can now be ignored. This is the beauty of being alone, and I am getting better with this boundless moonlight.

On the top of the winding lotus pond, the leaves of Tiantian are expected. The leaves are high in water, like the skirt of a pavilion dancer. In the middle of the layers of leaves, sporadic places are dotted with white flowers, which are openly opened and shyly swayed; just like a pearl, like a star in the sky, just like a bath. beauty. The breeze passed, and the scent of the scent was sent, as if the song was on the high floor in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also had a slight tremor, like lightning, and passed by the side of the lotus pond. The leaves are squatting side by side, and this is like a ripple mark. Under the leaves is the flowing water of the veins, which is covered, and some colors cannot be seen; while the leaves are more visible to the wind.

The moonlight is like a stream of water, quietly diarrhea on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in the milk; they are like the dream of a veil. Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of faint clouds in the sky, so I can't illuminate it; but I thought it was just a good thing - it is essential to sleep, and there is no flavor in nap. The moonlight is from the tree, the shrubs in the high places, the mottled shadows of the staggered, sullen, and the sparse shadows of the curved willows, but they are painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played by Van Gogh.

The four sides of the lotus pond are far and near, high and low are trees, and willows are the most. These trees will be surrounded by a lotus pond; only on the side of the road, there are a few gaps, like the moonlight. One example of the tree color is cloudy, and it looks like a cloud of smoke; but the graceful shape of the willow is also recognized in the smoke. The faint of the treetops is a distant mountain, only a little careless. There are also one or two light roads in the cracks of the trees. The slouched ones are the eyes of the people who are thirsty. At this time, the most lively, the sound of the trees and the sound of frogs in the water; but the excitement is theirs, I have nothing.

Suddenly remembered that the matter of collecting lotus came. Picking lotus is the old custom of Jiangnan, it seems to have been very early, and the six dynasties are flourishing; from poetry, you can know about it. The women who pick the lotus are the young women. They are swaying in the boat and singing songs. There is no need to say a lot about the lotus pickers, and there are people who look at the lotus. It was a lively season and a season of romance. Liang Yuandi’s "Picking Lotus" said well:

So the demon boy and the girl, swaying the boat Xu; the dagger Xu back, and pass the feather cup; the cockroach will move and the algae hang, the boat wants to move and open. Erqi's waist bundles, prolonged and step by step; Xia Shichun Yu, Ye Nenhua at the beginning, fearing to smack and smile, fear of boating and convergence.

It can be seen that the situation of swimming at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed.

Then I remembered the sentence in "Western Zhouqu":

Picking lotus in the south of the pond, the lotus is over the head; the head is made of lotus seeds, and the lotus seeds are as clear as water. If there is a lotus seed tonight, the lotus here is also considered to be "over the head"; it is impossible to see some shadows of running water. This made me look at Jiangnan. - Think this way, suddenly look up, I don't feel that I am in front of my door; gently push the door in, there is no sound, my wife has been sleeping for a long time.

The 14th Middle School of Wanxiu District, Quzhou, Guangxi: The Braised Pork