The Prose of Mud and Lotus

In the community where I live, there is an artificial pool. The swimming pool is spotless, exquisite and beautiful. The pool is crescent-shaped, and a rockery stands at one end of it. Running water gurgled down from the top of the mountain, splashing a lot of fog on the protruding rocks, which looked like a fairy mountain from a distance. The gurgling water flows into the pool at the foot of the mountain and slowly flows to the other end of the crescent lake; There is an underground well at the other end, through which water returns to the foot of the mountain. The interior of the rockery was originally empty with a water pump; The water pump pumped the water to the top of the mountain, and the water in the pond came alive. The pond is very shallow. Against the cobblestones, you can clearly see carefree red fish, yellow croaker and goldfish. Colored lights are hung on the wall of the pool, and the night looks brighter, almost like a fairyland depicted in the book. At the widest part of the crescent pond, there are some lotus leaves, which are either high on the water or lurking underwater in twos and threes; There are also several lotus flowers that bloom on the stems of high-spirited lotus, but they have not produced a canopy all year round. Later, I heard that the lotus is as fake as a mountain.

After dinner, I often walk around the swimming pool hand in hand with my wife. My wife says this pond is more beautiful than that in Shan Ye, but not as interesting as that in Shan Ye. Such a reminder from my wife naturally reminds me of a lotus pond not far behind my home when I was a child.

The lotus pond is not big, and it takes about ten minutes to go around. There are fish in the pond, small and dark, and they are used to swimming in groups. Those small fish less than an inch long often hover quietly in the water. When they were frightened, they immediately jumped forward, and the fish fled to the depths and lost track. They are not as bright as the fish in the crescent pond, but they are more lively than those colorful fish. In spring, the lotus pond is very quiet, and the veins on the vines of underwater aquatic plants are clearly discernible. Tadpoles often sway in groups. By the end of May, a lotus leaf will suddenly appear in the lotus pond. In a few days, countless green leaves will lie on the water and spread out. They will hold fresh lotus fragrance and go around perfunctory. Then, when the first lotus flower was in bud, other lotus flowers responded and sang lilies. The pond was full of pink and white lotus flowers.

Maybe I was still in chaos at that time, or maybe I watched the lotus petals fall year after year. I replied to the poet's poem "There is no scenery in the familiar place", but I didn't see the beauty of the lotus; It was not until I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" in the textbook that I realized that the shabby wild pond could also stand up to aesthetics. So, at night, I often take Mr. Wang as an example, carry my hand to see the silhouette of trees around the lotus pond, and look for the "Bi Hen" on the lotus leaf where the wind blows through the lotus pond. Later, after reading Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus, I realized that the lotus flower is not only like a "beauty who just came out of the bath", but also has the character of "emerging from the mud without being stained, making a clear wave without being demon", so I remembered the taste of seeing the lotus flower in the past and felt ashamed. At that time, I was at the edge of the lotus pond and said to myself: When I have a child in the future, I must tell him the truth about the lotus as soon as possible.

However, this wish has not come true. When I was a big boy, the lotus pond was buried for reasons I didn't know.

When the lotus pond was buried, it was already midsummer, and the green lotus leaves had already occupied the surface of the water, and only a few shy scattered branches of the lotus flower were left, jumping on the green leaves, which had not yet formed a prairie fire. I stood by the lotus pond and looked at a car full of bricks, muck and mud. All kinds of garbage were thrown into the pond and splashed with smoke. The pond fell a foot and an inch, and the polluted air finally prevailed, and the original lotus fragrance was dispersed and disappeared without a trace. The mud at the bottom of the pond roared angrily, spitting out turbid blisters, growling like a dying old man, spreading his anger. The lotus leaf is broken, and the round leaf surface has cracked a hole, even directly pierced; Some lotus leaves stuck in the water can stubbornly resurface, and muddy tears tremble on the scarred leaves, bearing the pain of the destruction of their homes. Brick slag smashed the lotus in groups, and the lotus bounced proudly and stood up again and again under the storm-like blow. Her delicate body turned into a cool and heroic spirit, bravely blocked this cruel thunderstorm, and the petals fell one after another, losing the charm of the past; Her kernel is covered with dust, and the unformed lotus seeds are exposed to the dusty war. Yes, this is a war, a war to defend our homeland, and a war to pursue the right to life. In such an unequal war, their failure is inevitable; Although their resistance is so weak, their blood has been proved beyond doubt. This is the most meaningful struggle of the lotus pond. Here, I also experienced the stubbornness of silt, the stubbornness of lotus leaf and the fortitude of lotus for the first time, and also had a different understanding of silt and lotus.

Earth, yellow, white, red and black, is the foundation of all things; Whether fertile or barren, there is no virtue. The soil is noble. In many movies and books, helpless vagrants are described. When bidding farewell to his hometown elders, he did not forget to take away a hot land that raised him. In the history books, there is another story. A cultivator gave Zhong Er a handful of soil in exile, and Zhong Er was very moved. In his eyes, this soil is given by God, a sign of his rejuvenation, and an ideal petal sown by the goddess. It is a symbol of country and kingship. Soil is also sacred. Throughout the ages, countless heroic sons and daughters, covered with blood, were buried in its arms and turned into rivers and mountains; Therefore, we always haggle over every inch of land. Soil is also simple, it silently performs the sacred duty of nurturing and maintaining life given by God, without anger or resentment. Sow a millet in spring and harvest ten thousand tons of grain in autumn. It is honest and trustworthy, never takes credit and never shows off. It is selfless, regardless of gains and losses. "Mandarin Zheng Yu" praises: Jin Mu is a land of fire and water, and there are hundreds of things. Gold can wash copper and iron, wood can form columns, water can get pottery, and fire can get porcelain. It is all-encompassing and sincere.

The mud in the river pond is an excellent soil, which has all the excellent qualities of soil, and is more introverted and deeper than other kinds of soil. Sludge containing a lot of organic matter and inorganic nutrients is a kind of soil, which lives in seclusion, but does not live alone. Most of the time, it silently sinks to the bottom of the water, quietly absorbs the plasma of phosphoric acid, ammonium and potassium, and continuously supplies nutrients such as nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium to the water, which not only nourishes the fish and plankton in the pond, but also nourishes the lotus root. In the dark water, mud carefully breeds lotus roots like a great pregnant woman, constantly giving them nutrients and letting them sprout and beat in their own bodies; It is also like a tough and virtuous mother, caring for the lotus root to blossom and bear fruit all the way until it is jointed into a lotus root. Our parents, like underwater soil, have been supporting us in obscurity, giving us vigorous life, strength and courage.

However, mud has been criticized and despised by people because of its ugly appearance and abnormal smell, and even used lotus flowers to rudely oppose it and belittle it. For thousands of years, poems praising lotus flowers have been bottled with water. Who ever praised the goodness of mud? Why are we so unfair to mud? However, Mud never cared. It still bears the burden of humiliation, takes care of the overall situation, balances the ecological environment of the pond as always, and still cultivates its lotus daughter enthusiastically. What kind of mentality is this? Only such a mother can raise a beautiful, elegant, Li Zhuo extraordinary and unyielding daughter; Lotus is the daughter of mud, the spirit of mud and the most ordinary legend of mud. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more", and so is the thriving lotus flower. She never thought of abandoning mud, and she knew that all the praise she got came from the fertile mud under her feet. So, when her youth disappeared in time, she resolutely shed her gorgeous clothes and happily formed a simple lotus flower, floating on the clear water, bidding farewell to sunshine and air one by one. She wants to thank the sun for shining, and she wants to thank the wind and dew for moistening; Then, she reluctantly dipped into the water, slowly sank into the pond, returned to her mother's arms, and became a part of the mud. She came from the mud and finally returned to the mud; Although the lotus was defeated, it still exists. We know that it is difficult to fly out of golden phoenix in a chicken coop. However, it is more difficult to get Phoenix back to the henhouse. From this point of view, the lotus is countless times more noble than the phoenix.

We can't live without land, our survival and development need land, and everything we have is built on land; However, we despise land. Soil is rare in our city. We cover the loess with cement, asphalt and colored bricks. We are worried that they will stain our shoes, and that they will attach to our trouser legs and stain us. When we enjoy delicious food, we are not tired of meticulous food, but seldom think of the chef who cooks and the land where these crops grow; When enjoying a song and dance, we pay attention to those beautiful women with heavy makeup. Our ears don't let go of any natural melody, just ignore the silent efforts of backstage staff such as lighting masters. Of course, there are too many such examples everywhere; However, this is not entirely correct.

Lotus is beautiful and deserves our praise; And shouldn't the silt that created the lotus be respected by us? If the lotus is beautiful, so is the silt. The beauty of silt is a beauty of strength, a beauty of morality, a beauty of creation, and a magnificent beauty that is constantly and involuntarily emitted. Such a kind of beauty, in the vast fields, comes from the bare backbone of farmers crawling on the land; This kind of beauty, in the middle of the night, accompanied by the bright moonlight, gently flowed out from the broom brushed by the cleaner. In father's eyes, we can find such beauty; We saw such beauty when mother's delicate palm prints rudely occupied her forehead. Such beauty is everywhere; So beautiful, beautiful. Mud is speechless, and greatness is self-evident. "Concealing one's fame and burying one's merits" is the best portrayal of these people and things that have created beauty.

If you wander around the dreamy crescent pond, lifelike lotus leaves stand in front of your eyes, as if to commemorate the lotus pond as a teenager. The developer is also a layman who loves lotus and hates mud, so he made such a scene, or a specimen. Mud is really dirty, and it is really annoying to get it on your body. However, is there anything perfect in the world? No. The sun has black spots and the moon has a full moon. Have we ever turned them down? In that case, what reason does our city have to refuse the soil? Why can't we accommodate a real pond around us? Why should we seek falsehood and deceive ourselves?

Our attitude towards the land is just squeezing, with no respect. Those who truly love and respect the land are those farmers who are as simple, humble and great as the land all the year round. Farmers can't live without the land, perhaps because of this, they are infected with the habits of the land and have a simple, honest, hardworking and upright nature. In today's materialistic era, this quality is very valuable.

From this, I thought of an old saying: those who are close to ink are black. What is ink? We cannot live without ink. Although ink is very dark, it is a carrier of our cultural heritage. If you get a little ink, why not? Perhaps, with a little mud, you can harvest a little lotus spirituality.

At home, my wife took out the beauty mud she bought as usual, debugged it and warmed it, and put it on her face. I asked her if it was effective, and she gave me a positive answer. I said with a smile, then roll in the mud, and the whole body's skin looks good. The wife turned and said, this is called mud bath, and many people are washing it; If you don't believe me, you can search online.

There's this. I have always been ignorant and lack enough sensitivity to new things. Immediately ran to the computer to torture Baidu. This search is incredible, and information related to mud bath is pouring in. The so-called mud bath is actually soaking in mud, which can be washed in natural mud ponds, artificial mud ponds or soaked in wooden barrels alone. Mud not only beautifies the skin, but also has the ability to treat some diseases. I don't know if these statements are true or not.

I turned over the pictures of mud bathers specially posted on Baidu, and looked at these happy people who were close to mud and felt envious. I can't help but wish them deep blessings in my heart. I hope that the mud bath is not only healthy and beautiful in appearance, but also healthy in heart. If we can really get what we want, I will definitely encourage everyone to roll in the mud pond once, so that we can get a little mud.