Experience of photography appreciation of lotus pond elves

Like lotus, like her faint fragrance, like its faint pink, like her slim, like its lotus but not demon, like its gentleness. ...

There is nothing in my eyes but pity. Just like the girl with lilacs in the rain lane, in her dream, she didn't wave or walk away. In addition to her figure or her figure, in addition to her handsome or her handsome. Peony? Roses? Lily? Chrysanthemum? In the face of these harem beauties, I am like a picky gourmet and an artist who pursues perfection. I always feel that they are missing something and can't give me a feeling of complete joy. Maybe that's why I like lotus more!

Love is blind. Lotus, let me feel that it is the king of flowers, no one can compare. My friend said that I loved it too much and neglected the beauty of other flowers. Maybe! In late spring and March, flowers are blooming, and peony and peony are delicate and charming, which makes people only shocked; In the hot summer, violets and magnolias exude a faint fragrance, which dispels the meaning of summer and makes people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is crisp, chrysanthemums are proud of their branches, and they are proud of their integrity. Rumbling in the cold winter, Mei struggled for beauty alone, not afraid of the cold, spitting out fragrance and full of praise. However, I still stubbornly believe that the lotus is perfect.

My love for lotus makes me an unfair judge of flowers. In life, are we still judges on the merits of unfair things?

Late at night, I lay quietly in bed, troubled by this question. The box of memory was secretly opened, and the past reappeared like running water.

I became his guardian because of my worship of the individual. If others have a slight objection, they will add their fists. My friends were awed by it and kept silent, which made me slightly happy. Because they are close friends, no matter what is right or wrong, they are indiscriminate and have the cheek to stand by their friends; Because of a slight prejudice against individuals, as long as suspicious things appear, the focus will be on him; I don't know what I'm doing because of my own preferences and blind obedience.

Suddenly found that once, I was so indecisive. I became a rootless orchid, a chasing duckweed, a dancing autumn lotus and a dandelion drifting with the wind, and I became a judge of unfair life.

The world is very big. If we want to know everything clearly, we should put aside my personal feelings and look at the essence through phenomena, so that our lives can be more independent and we can feel our existence. Like a giant pine, it is rooted between cliffs and does not change its position with mountains and rivers and hurricanes; Just like a wild lily blooming alone in the valley, it still blooms so brilliantly and happily no matter whether anyone passes by.

Love the lotus, but don't spoil it. Love life, should be a fair referee.

When the lotus flowers are fragrant again.

Xi Murong once said: No one even understands your mind.

I am a muddy and impure lotus, standing by the nearest river. Day after day, year after year, I open and thank, thank and open, waiting for the day when you love me forever!

When the bright sunshine is dotted with beautiful summer days, I am wrapped in silver in the watery night, brewing a romantic and warm night, when you and your friends come to the river with me; The wind is blowing gently, which makes me graceful and attracts your attention. It is drizzling in the sky from time to time; Moisten my lonely heart, ah ... this moment! Lotus brings rain, and the style is touching!

You see me standing in the middle of the water, you see me standing by the green leaves, you see me sometimes competing for beauty and sometimes enjoying myself, but my heart is actually infinitely desolate ... My heart is deeply grieved, tears often roll down beside me, my heart is shouting and my heart is slandering; Because there is no shadow of me in your loving eyes ... don't blame me for coming out of the mud, and don't blame me for being beautiful for the public to appreciate, but I am always sad and can only hide my roots under the cover of glamorous appearance and bloom for you next year!

You have no chance ... you are either too early or too late. How can I let you see my most beautiful moment? I think, this summer; I will still try to show my beauty and release my fragrance. I hope you open your eyes wide, because we are predestined friends, and I believe that one day, your gentle eyes will be locked on me, your words of praise, your loving eyes; It will turn me into a beautiful woman named Lian, and you will wake up the sleeping princess like a prince in a fairy tale. I am looking forward to this day hopefully!

I am a muddy and impure lotus, standing by the nearest river. Day after day, year after year, I open and thank, thank and open, waiting for the day when you love me forever!

Read the lotus in the depths of the lotus swing/see the bright moon in the breeze.

There are many poems praising the lotus in history, but I only like "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun in a different color", thinking that this artistic conception is vast and far-reaching, magnificent, and contains the clearness and profundity like a cool breeze and a bright moon. This is my favorite scenery.

That day, I took my wife and daughter to visit Sihe Garden. It's really like being in a fairyland. For the first time in my life, I saw a thousand hectares of green lotus flowers, mottled colors, shining attractive luster in the sun. Water can be seen everywhere in the lotus swing, and there is a path in the secluded place, winding around and hidden among lotus leaves, reeds and green cattails. The quaint windmill rotates the rhythm of lotus flowers in the wind, conveying the sound of water. Just like that kind of loud and thin voice, it makes people feel shocked from the bottom of my heart. There is a waterwheel in the depths of the lotus swing, lying alone in the ditch, just brushed with tung oil, with clear color and fragrant tung. Only the mud marks on the leaves under your feet prove that its existence is known. But that's the trace of tourists, and no one really feels sorry for it. My wife and daughter stepped on it excitedly, creaking loudly in the silence. The water wave turned over in the work of the waterwheel, overflowed from a height and returned to itself. Much like the process of wandering in life. My wife and daughter are very happy. I was infected by the sound of the waterwheel flowing.

I said to my wife, let's go and enjoy the lotus flowers. My wife rented a small wooden boat. Boatman is in her forties, very enthusiastic, and her face is full of vicissitudes of work. She smiled and said, yes, the lotus should go deep. She skillfully placed the pole, and the small wooden boat coordinated with her. We got on the boat and swam into the lotus swing. Bosun is not good at words and always smiles at us. She supported the boat intently and was very excited about our fuss. Maybe she wanders in it every day, and there is no scenery around. Into the depths, that is the real lotus world. At first glance, the blue waves are rippling and the green is flowing, and some of the lotus flowers dotted with them are in full bloom and some are in bud. The blooming leaves are gorgeous and colorful, which is confusing; Bud is reserved, quiet as a virgin, full of temptation. Lotus has many colors, including red, yellow and white. I have a soft spot for white lotus, not only because it is clean, but also because it is quiet when it is open, but it is shocking. This is in line with my mood. I asked the boatswain to stop the boat in front of a huge Bai Lianhua, and I said I wanted to watch it for five minutes. The boatwoman looked at me strangely and said, there are very few guests like you. I smiled. For what you like, five points in Zhong Zhen is a moment. I don't know if this is my meanness or nature's meanness. I have seen photos of lotus flowers more than once. The silent beauty and flowing wantonness once made me feel in tears. Now, when I really face her, I suddenly feel that she is not as lonely as in the photo. She blooms in such an intoxicating mother river, and the powerful stems from the bottom of the river firmly support her. She is accompanied by enchanting brothers and sisters and carefully cared for by huge lotus leaves. Reed and Qingpu are another landscape in her life. They grew up together, swayed together, listened to the sound of the wind and accepted the sunshine and rain together. If she knew and thought about it, I think we and many tourists who see her must also be the scenery she saw. It must be. The huge petals spread like the wings of a waterfowl, and the lotus directly reveals its heart. The yellow stamen is full of enthusiasm and unrestrained life, and the delicate lotus under the stamen shows her massiness and composure. I magnified this lotus in my eyes to the inexplicable feeling in my heart before I wanted to tidy it up. This is why I love lotus.

My wife was also infected by this silent beauty, and there were crystal tears in her eyes. Like water drops on petals, it is clear and transparent without a trace of dust. I know our understanding and feelings may be different, but the shock at that moment is the same. I held my wife's hand tightly and she snuggled up to me. We passed on our inner excitement to each other, like a small bridge flowing water and warm as jade.

The sailor laughed. People in the city are very romantic. I laughed too. Romance is not anyone's patent. As long as there is romance in your heart, it will be romantic. Such as lotus, life is extremely short. At the moment of blooming, the beauty of life began to fade, but she never gave up the blooming light. Because in this vast lotus swing, she is not alone, and her life can be continued in the form of lotus. That's what she has been trying to do.

I am fascinated by this state. I wrote in an article that in the face of mountains, I never hide my humility, but I never feel inferior easily. Just like lotus, every flower has its own right and way to bloom. The difference is the process of blooming and the understanding of life. Bosun can't understand my feelings, but I'm satisfied to have a bosom friend like my wife.

I said to my wife: "The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the next day, the lotus red is different." This is the passion and excitement of life. Vast waters, lotus leaves, hibiscus water, self-luminous, we don't want to be exquisite, but we don't want to be vulgar. For example, I usually burn inkstones and pens, just to keep my hands stiff and my heart alive.

My wife was in tears. Yes, we are all guests in front of the wind, so we don't have to dance. It is best to be yourself, live like summer flowers and die like autumn leaves. What an extreme state.

The small wooden boat continued to paddle deeply, and the scenery was still beautiful. I was addicted to enjoying the lotus for five minutes, and other prosperous scenery suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes.

● Different Dutch/Li China

Reading the article "Appreciating Lotus in Summer" published in the Tea Pavilion column on July 4th triggered the author's love complex for lotus. Because my hometown, Jinan, Shandong, is a place with "lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides" (poet Liu Yinyong's sentence of Jinan). Relying on the geographical environment of "one city has mountains and half a city has lakes", patches of green lotus branches are decorated with summer and autumn scenery in red and Chinese.

However, in the appreciation of lotus, the author does not agree that many lotus lovers in ancient and modern times regard lotus as the embodiment of "Excellence" in a subjective and metaphysical way, or impose some spiritual symbol Song, but pay more attention to its inherent physical properties and connotation as a plant, hoping to read a different kind of lotus from it that has never been seen in the eyes of scholars.

For example, Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus" in the Song Dynasty praised the lotus as a gentleman in the flower who is aloof, upright and self-sufficient. "The mud is not stained, and the lotus is clear but not demon." A lotus farmer who once planted lotus roots on the 100-mu water surface of Daming Lake in Jinan said with a smile: "If there is no silt, where will the lotus bloom?" If the lotus is beautiful by the nourishment of mud, how to dye it? "

Modern literati, inspired by Henon, will also have a new idea of lotus: flowers open to the sky, like the lofty orientation of human spirit, are rooted in the soil under their feet and get endless nourishment, which is a rich foundation for the lofty spirit to be carried forward. This reminder makes the world shorten the distance from the lotus, no longer far away from it, and also gives birth to a little love for mud.

The sincerity of serious thinking is like this.

The author consulted a variety of lotus root planting materials and consulted some botanists, and thought that if this view can be recognized by experts and supported by science, it can shape the image of lotus in the times. But I found something else:

For example, judging from the habit of this aquatic macrophyte with an area of more than 6,543,800 hectares planted in China, its life and beauty are not mainly benefited from the nourishment of "silt", but the unique product of "sky", that is, the high temperature and abundant sunshine in summer-relying on the organic nourishment provided by the photosynthesis of green leaves covered with water. And the cells of petals are full of gorgeous pigments, which, in the language of poetry, is the embrace and accumulation of sunshine!

The mud at the bottom of the pond is the birthplace of lotus.

Modern agricultural planting technology puts the growth of lotus on a three-dimensional mixed food chain. Let its beauty and life be mutually beneficial, relying on plankton, aquatic species, organic debris, solar energy, nutrients and carbonated gas in the sky and underground. It is better to say that lotus flowers are "beneficial" to each other than that they are not "dyed". It can be seen that the vigorous posture of the lotus leaf is not only to publicize the spiritual dimension, but also to enrich life.

The significance of this harvest, until the autumn is getting stronger, the lotus holds out a rich lotus house, and people find its rich lotus melon from the deep mud, and it begins to die and rot. Let people hear a sense of dedication from the falling rain. Such an image is comparable to Zhou's "emerging from the mud but not stained"-a person who is determined to lead an honest and clean life, or a fairy like Ling Bo!

Here, stroll around the lake in summer, pay attention to "the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful" or "return to the boat in the evening and wander in the depths of the lotus", and you will definitely read a different kind of red lotus.

(People's Daily Overseas Edition August 2002 13)

● Lotus leaf in full bloom/Chen Qiao

There seems to be more praise for lotus in my memory, which really wronged the lotus leaf.

There is a pond covering an area of about three or four acres in front of the new house. During the period of house decoration, because the season is from winter to spring quietly, and because every day is always busy, the branches looking up in front of you may occasionally make people find its new buds. This quiet water never caught my attention. Moving is also happy and busy. Shopping is arranged for delivery, and there is almost no time to stop and look at everything that has gradually turned green around. They went from shallow to deep, from shallow to deep, until the green turned into a large piece, until they covered the whole campus ... During this period of time, a pool of elves was born in the lotus pond.

At first, I just looked out the window from a distance. Occasionally, when you are free, you can see them through the window. From a distance, the green of the lotus pond blends with the green of the surrounding lawn and shade, and there are not many characteristics. On the contrary, the red pavilions in the pond are much more conspicuous, and sometimes couples or old people walk on them. I think, when the lotus is in full bloom, I should go and have a look nearby; Just want to feel the moonlight in the lotus pond on a moonlit night; I think this will be a good place to relax.

A moderate rain dispelled the idle people at dusk, and the intoxicating lotus fragrance penetrated into the humid air, leaving me alone by the lotus pond. No lotus, no moon, peace of mind, no need for comfort. The beauty of lotus leaves blooms in such an ordinary evening.

Lotus leaves are thick and wide, as big as farmers' hats; The petiole is tall and strong, supporting the lotus leaf like a straight arm. Probably because of the difference of sunlight and fertility distribution, the lotus leaves grow unevenly, sometimes high and sometimes low, transforming the water surface of the whole lotus pond into several huge green waves, which seem to be drifting away, suddenly rolling up the waves and rushing forward. Therefore, the lotus pond always wants to be quiet and motionless, and it wants to stop. ...

Lotus leaves after the rain add a little charm. Every lotus leaf holds a cloud and rain without exception, but it is by no means the dew we usually read. It is round like a ball, fat like an egg, lying quietly in the center of the leaves, soft and shiny, suddenly far and near, like the eyes of a lotus leaf, living in this vast green.

Next to the lower end of the petiole, some three-dimensional round objects puzzled me at first. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be dead leaves. It is not as poor, scattered and helpless as other rotten leaves. Life has left it, and its shape is still extremely beautiful-although the edge hangs feebly, the central part supported by leaf stalks stubbornly persists, like handfuls of yellow umbrellas, more like a huge and exquisite ant nest, completely standing on the water. People admire the quality of lotus that comes out of mud without dyeing. I appreciate the lotus leaf that rejects corruption. Isn't it just that its persistence explains such an aesthetic pursuit?

A gust of wind came, and the fragrance of lotus leaves became stronger. Suddenly I really want someone to share this dusk, and I want to call a friend far away. I am afraid that this rare peace will be disturbed, so I have to let her bloom in my heart and in a beautiful memory. ...