I am a silent lotus. I once spent a comfortable and happy childhood in cool water. After many years, I learned how to hide my breath so that people outside this mirror can't see the bubbles I breathe clearly. I'm afraid they will separate my body from my soul.
I am a lotus flower who likes to make friends. Watch carp every day and tell each other what's on their minds. They told me that they would never see each other in the distance again. As transparent as glass, water seems to be injected with a cloud of fog, which makes the water clear. They also told me about human cruelty and selfish behavior. Gradually, I began to like the mist in the water because they separated me from the terrible human beings.
I am a proud lotus. I want to close my eyes, hold my breath and drown my body and soul. Don't let the worldly fog defile my body, and don't let the worldly hypocrisy erode my soul.
I am a lotus that likes to be bound. I like the staggered branches to imprison me, so that my body will never grow up and I will never see the world outside the clear water.
Time, like a quiet stream, flows away silently from my years. That branch is dying, and it can no longer protect my body.
I closed my eyes tightly. As my body gradually floated, despair touched my heart and my eyes, and my eyes were full of tears.
Sunlight gradually penetrated through my closed eyes, making me frown.
I know, I'm breaking ground. I'm still groping for branches that can protect me. As a result, I was exposed to disappointment again and again, and desolation again and again.
A breath penetrated into my nasal cavity, and I took a timid breath. A smog entered my body, eroding my soul and almost suffocating me.
I slowly opened my eyes, surrounded by empty bottles and layers of garbage.
Suddenly, a creature came to me. He smiled. I know that this creature is the terrible animal that carp often mentions-human beings.
I saw his smile getting brighter and brighter. He turned around and shouted something to his peers behind him.
He came up to me slowly, stretched out his hand and touched my forehead, wiping away the tears flowing like a spring for me.
This is the warmth I have never had, and it is also the happiness I have never had. Maybe I was wrong about them.
On the lake, there is a little pink blush on my cheeks-a happy color.
Suddenly, he started pulling my neck. He tugged hard and saw his teeth clenched like a wild animal and his expression as ferocious as a mad dog.
Soon, he turned. His fierce expression disappeared, and a triumphant smile appeared on his kind face.
In his hand, hold my body and head!
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I am a lotus that loves tears, but my tears are not mixed with water. They are trapped at the bottom of the lake, accompanying my soul. No one has seen them, let alone found them. I looked at the confused sky and the desolation around me. What can I do? I can only shed helpless tears and elusive tears.
I am a lotus, a lotus from a pure country, looking forward to happiness.
I am a lotus, a lotus that has withered before my dream is over.
I am a lotus, a lotus eager for peace and tranquility.
I am a lotus, I am just a lotus. ...