Linjiang Immortal·Ouyang Xiu

It is raining on the Qinglei Pond outside the willows, and the sound of raindrops is broken by the lotus. The west corner of the small building is broken by a rainbow, and the railing is leaning against it, waiting for the moon to shine. .

Swallows fly to peek at the painted building. The jade hook hangs down the curtain. The cool wave does not move and the mat is flat. There are two pillows of water essence, and there is a fallen hairpin horizontally beside it.

1. There are Once, I was walking through a lotus pond in the rain. Green clouds stretched across the pond, and a half-open red lotus stood among them.

2. The sky is raining heavily but the vastness is vast. There is such a red lotus in the vast and unreachable gray! Like a fire about to light up, like a can of color about to be poured out! I stood by the pool. Although I didn't want to catch the moon, I almost lost my footing.

3. In the rain, the petals were scattered by the rain, and there was a small green lotus room inside, surrounded by yellow stamens. The sound of raindrops hitting the lotus leaves is like the beautiful music, and the lotus swaying in the wind is like the colorful dance.

4. The white lotus flowers after the rain have a different kind of charm. The water droplets on the lotus leaves rolled back and forth, sparkling like broken pearls. There are drops of clear water on the buds, and the newly bloomed white lotuses are shining and lovely, covered in silver and bright like the moon.

5. The excitement was strong, and suddenly a heavy rain came, and the lotus flowers in the lake were swaying. After a while, after the rain, the sky cleared up, the waves were calm, and the lake and sky were the same color. The lotus has been washed by the rain. It is fresh and bright, graceful and graceful. It is pure and elegant. It is really a fairy among flowers. Li Taibai's poem said, "Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed." I thought it was wonderful.

6. Look at that lotus, how solitary and selfless it is in the rain. When there is no sunshine, it itself is the sunshine. When there is no joy, it itself is joy! There is such a perfect and self-sufficient world in a lotus! A pool of green, a pool of silent songs--isn't truth only found in philosophy books? Isn't it only found in academies? Is there an answer? A simple stroke of raindrops can depict so much beauty beyond the image, and a green leaf has supported the pride of so many centuries!