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Prose: the charm of respecting tigers and remaining lotus.

In winter, it is rare for the sun to show a bright smile for several days in a row. I went out to Shang Hu at the foot of Yushan Mountain to relax and enjoy the scenery. Walking along the lake, I saw weeping willows kissing the lake in the distance, and the lotus leaves in the lake withered and withered, as if they would spread when touched, which made me a little sad. Broken lotus flowers and dead branches are of course endless desolation.

For thousands of years, the bright lotus flowers in the lotus pond in summer have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people with the image of a gentleman who "emerges from the mud without being stained, ripples without being evil, straight through, and does not ramble ...".

There is no smoke and rain cage on the vast lake, but it is very clear, and the water is as heavy as dark blue, but it is not pure. That kind of color, which combines the artistic conception of early winter and late autumn at will, has its own agility in silence, is not boring, and is not as passionate as it is. It just smiled, deep and soft enough to cover everything.

The withered lotus on the huge lake is low, the light and shadow are high, and the thin clouds are rolling away. The residual lotus in the eyes, without the brilliance of summer flowers, withered lotus leaves and withered lotus branches, snuggled side by side, no longer full of youth, charming posture, no longer smudged with pink flowers, and the scene of the lake thriving in midsummer disappeared. However, the withered lotus in cold water has formed a strange pattern, just like a freehand brushwork ink painting.

After late autumn, the cold wind is like a whip, the cold rain is like an arrow, and first frost is like a knife. The clean and green lotus whip was beaten, shot and chopped, which made its color fade and the rust-like lotus leaf curled. Broken lotus leaves hang down their once proud heads, leaving only many branches of bachelors, swaying in the wind with dead leaves, as if inadvertently telling people that they are full of vitality. Although it is sad and destructive, in the coming year, a large vibrant lotus will grow here.

The withered lotus leaves and stems are still straight. Against the cold wind, they stood on a slightly desolate lake, with the sun shining and the wind, rain, frost and snow invading. They stood tenaciously in the water, dressed up in front of the mirror, sang softly, naturally calmly and calmly, and interpreted the immortal legend. This residual lotus has become a landscape on the lake this winter. Some people appreciate it, others are depressed.

Many people walked by the lake, but no one stopped to admire them. The root of these decaying residual loads is produced from the soil. In my opinion, although the residual load is withered, although it is "reading the residual Peng pity and thin shadow", it has resolute tension, supercilious, upright, old and strong, immortal and lofty sentiments.

The elegant and holy beauty of residual lotus is the detached beauty after experiencing the bud of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the unrestrained autumn. Just like a weather-beaten old man, although the colors and scenery of the past are gone, he has read all the spring scenery in the world and his personality is still moving.

In the residual lotus painted by the painter, all the freehand brushwork pictures are composed of black lines. The outline and lines exposed in the oblique position of the thin shadow are constantly folded, and the big green lotus leaves become black spots of different sizes and shades, showing stubbornness and strength in the sad vicissitudes. I once saw a picture of "The Rhyme of Remnant Lotus" created by photographer Liu Rongsheng on the Internet, just like a calligrapher's exquisite calligraphy works written by Oracle Bone Inscriptions, which was refreshing. Thought of here, I feel moved and respected. Am I looking at the scenery? No, I'm tasting a life picture book.

The cold wind blows, and these dead branches and leaves keep shaking, bearing the cold and depression of early winter alone, perhaps sighing about the prosperity and sadness of the lake now. However, they don't seem to care about the indifference after this feast. Perhaps they are quietly accumulating strength, quietly waiting for the spring of next year and experiencing the accumulation of life again.

Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is still reluctant to part with the lotus leaves even if they are broken and withered: the bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Li Shangyin portrayed that decadent feeling as another kind of meaning, which made people feel a depressing scene, but it was a depressing beauty.

Flowers often fail, so they are often new. Maybe the flowers are different every year, but this illusion is eternal. Think about the past time, in the spring breeze, summer and autumn rain, how thick the lotus leaf is and how delicate the lotus flower is; Large and small, old or tender green lotus leaves are densely covered with lakes, and red and white lotus flowers are so holy and blooming in the green world.

In midsummer, in the lotus pond of Shang Hu, the lotus leaves fluctuate and the lotus flowers sway. Once I went to Shang Hu with my camera on my back, watching the lotus blossom and smelling the faint lotus fragrance. That pool of green lotus flowers is elegant and pleasant. I stopped by the pond, inhaling the faint fragrance of lotus leaves, and heard cicadas chirping around my ears on the willow trees on the shore. On the mirror-like lake, the green lotus leaves are reflected in it, and the blooming lotus flowers are graceful among these green lotus leaves. In the breeze, occasionally dragonflies landed on the petals. Looking carefully, underwater fish swim leisurely in it, and lotus and lotus leaves are slowly shaking, as if singing a cheerful and lyrical song with the beat.

Life in Holland is too short. From "Xiao He has just exposed its sharp corners, dragonflies have stood on its head long ago" to "autumn frost flies late, leaving the lotus behind to listen to the rain", but it is only a few days. Childhood lotus, delicate leaves attract everyone to watch; Lotus in youth, dedicated beautiful flowers to the world; Lotus in his later years also has the reputation of clank and iron. Lotus has a noble character, and now, the prosperity and ending of this pool of lotus handles are so vividly interpreted in a short time.

Vigorous, of course, it is particularly moving. In early winter in Shang Hu, the lotus pond seems to be quiet, although the red disappears and the apple branches are broken. A rotten lotus leaf and a few wild ducks foraging in the distance ... desolate and lush, thin and thick, make this water area present a rich level.

The residual lotus is speechless, and the meaning and rhyme still exist. I stood silently in the cold wind, feeling the light and shadow drifting away. Life is like four seasons, and each season is indispensable. Spring has its bud, summer has its intensity, autumn has its richness, and winter has its continuation. Is the residual load reminding us not to miss the beauty of every process of life? Yes, it must be.

Throughout the ages, people have given me a lot of emotions. The Dead Lotus by Xu Wei, a poet in the Song Dynasty, contains the rational interest of life: ten thousand violet stalks wither, and gulls sleep in the rain without shelter. At that time, the stack of green money was full, and it was late autumn in Kenxintang. The artistic conception contained in this lyric poem is profound. To cross the corridor of time, roll in the bustling heart, read and chew repeatedly, and get its deep taste.

Canlian struggled in the cold wind, refused to bend over and make faces, and even refused to kneel on the ground. Broken leaves still stubbornly show their survival and wisdom in autumn. Until one day, people were amazed to dig out white lotus roots from the roots of residual lotus. Broken lotus is the richest.

In previous years, I looked at lotus flowers, only lingering in the summer with flowers, and disdaining the residual lotus in winter. Today, I look at the dead lotus in front of me, and my heart is filled with emotion. The pride of the remnant lotus left me with the beauty of artistic conception. I once thought that life could not go to the end, but it was the distance from germination to yellowing of lotus leaves. And this short journey, I was walking in ignorance, and it seems that it was only at this moment that I slowly understood.

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