Listening to a handful of dew falling on the lotus

Listening to a handful of dew falling on the lotus (Alberta Times Yang Qiwei) Walking slowly on the road in late autumn, the slightly chilly autumn wind blows on the face, very refreshing...

Listening to a handful of dew falling on the lotus (Alberta Times Yang Qiwei) Walking slowly on the road in late autumn, the slightly chilly autumn wind blows on your face, which feels very refreshing. Under the dance of the autumn wind, the branches and leaves of the road trees rustle, as if they are whispering; occasionally, the autumn wind carries the cold rain and floats all over the sky, dancing classical poems and songs, with melodies that condense like water and ripple into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. I often pass by a river pond when I take a walk. I don’t know when the red lotuses bloomed, and the sunflowers beside the river pond were also brilliant. Red, purple, and white flowers bloomed gracefully, a wisp of quiet charm in the mist, lightly passing through the tassels in the curling black smoke, and a hint of coldness. The waves in the secluded river pond are slightly rippling, and the lotus blossoms are blooming quietly without being noticed. They are soft and graceful, with sparse shadows slanting, the piano and harp are silent, and the faint fragrance floats. Suddenly, Zhou Dunyi's "On Loving the Lotus" came to mind: I love the lotus when it emerges from the mud but is not stained; You can watch it from a distance but don't play with it. Just like this, I stroll along the riverside, letting the autumn wind gently caress my clothes. I look for a lotus pod carefully and listen to a handful of dew falling on the green lotus and red lotus. It condenses a leisurely and tranquil feeling, as quiet as a lotus and suddenly like a dream.