Dream back to the lotus pond

In my sleep, I went back to the small lotus pond by the village.

In the spring, the breeze blowing on the lotus pond surface has a little green starlight. It is a pointed little lotus that emerges from the surface of the water and shyly curls up its green face in the sun. When the people who took the cows to the ground and passed the lotus pond, they used to say: "Hey, the lotus leaves have grown."

Days and days spread out and spread to the summer of the fire; Xiaohe also spread out sharply and spread into a series of Chinese paintings. The lotus leaves have long grown into a deep man, stretching the dark green leaves straight, and joined hands to form a huge blanket, covering the water surface of the entire lotus pond under his body. Opening a lotus leaf, the flock of small fish is busy with an emergency dive or hiding under another lotus leaf. How many times, the lotus leaf made my natural cool hat, giving me a cool summer. On the lotus leaf, there are graceful and graceful lotus flowers, some are white as snow, some are powdery like Xia, and the rhyme wrapped by layers of petals is the bright yellow as the new moon.

In the autumn season, the petals fell, but the lotus pond had no dying bleak, because the ones that were full and full of lotuses teased your taste buds.

In the early winter, the lotus pond is not lonely, because the underwater lotus roots are going to show up.

It is the dead leaves that will also cause the poet to "remain the burden of listening to the rain" poetry. Lotus pond, my lotus pond, the lotus pond surrounded by dreams.

The first day: Luo Xiaomo