A classic prose work describing the lotus?

The perfection and otherworldly aura of the lotus flower is regarded as a spiritual symbol of eternal transcendence. The content I bring to you below, I hope it will be useful to you.

Chapter 1: Dreaming back to the lotus pond, the heart of the lotus

A quiet song, a pool of rootless water, purifying the heroic ambitions full of world ambitions, and falling among the thousands of flowers. The shy and shy youthful feelings, the memories of eternal dreams have indifferently faded the long and long sentiments that have lasted forever. One indulgence and madness have forgotten how much the return journey has been. One flower has fallen away and washed away the eternal impetuousness, leaving behind the confusion of a dream. Looking back at dusk, tears of vicissitudes of life are all over the road. .

The first time I dreamed back, I woke up from the dream.

The whirling world, the Asura hell, the wheel of time turns gently, Youhuang's book of life and death, His Majesty Yama's lotus pond, the thin water under the Naihe bridge, Po Meng on the bridge, the travelers coming and going, The whine in Yuxi, the fluttering of a familiar figure, the pale cheek, the soft whisper, the unforgettable instructions, the thin body, the last afterimage when returning. Changes in time and space, broken walls, blood-stained nightmares on the battlefield, the projection of the old gramophone, the swing of the old rocking chair, the a cappella singing of old songs, the replay of Huangmei Opera, the echoing words in the empty valley, awakened the dreamer, and left behind a The horror of autumn will never be forgotten, but I don’t know that the changes in spring and autumn, the changing of times, and the hesitation in the hazy fog have long since drifted away.

It’s hard to look back on homesickness dreams, and it’s hard to remember a dream and a sad autumn. Afraid, afraid, afraid.

Dreaming again, this night will be unforgettable.

A ridge of jade lotus stands tall and graceful, on the lush lotus pond, in the pavilion and attic, the long skirt is blowing in the wind, the long hair is fragrant, sprinkle a handful of beauty tears, watch a touch of cinnabar mole, smooth the beautiful Luo Shang The kiss mark, the frivolous white and translucent fragrance, hugging the slender waist, pressing against the hotness of the chest, savoring the lingering fragrance on the lips, letting the silky hair slap the cheeks, slowly caressing the frost on the pretty face , bringing a trace of trembling, leaving a wave of ripples, intoxicated in that gentle country, sleepless at night. Just because I am nostalgic there, nostalgic for the return of the swallows, the mandarin ducks playing in the water, flying together, in exchange for many lingering dreams, looking back after thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life, opening the yellowed title page, unforgettable that time and tonight, I can only... The song is flying.

The beauty sheds tears, and the memory breaks the heart. Even if you sing a song, it is always unforgettable. Alas, alas, alas,

I dreamed back three times, full of pride.

Deep in the old mountains, peach blossoms are in full bloom. Pick a peach petal and fill your heart with ethereal beauty. There are small bamboo groves, a stream of flowing water, and a ladle of clear water. It makes people greedy for the fragrance, brewing a pot of peach blossom wine in the quiet lotus pond, with bead curtains on the pond, waiting for friends to chat, smelling the fragrance of lotus flowers in the pond, refreshing, looking at the dense shade of lotus leaves, accompanied by the winding water, watching the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, it is a joy to wait. Friends come, warm a pot of peach blossom wine, drink it carefully, pour out your heart in one cup, talk about the past and present in the second cup, talk about life ideals in the third cup, wouldn't it be fun? Discuss world affairs, don't seek fame after death, just get the beautiful scenery of this mountain. The feelings of good friends may be sad or joyful. They just want to have wine today and get drunk today. They are all drunk and alone. It is so straightforward and happy. What's more, some sing songs and are full of pride, which makes people sigh in their dreams. How can such heroic and lofty ambitions be achieved? It can't be compared in reality. It's better to drink until you grow old and die today.

It’s hard to pity people for a passionate banquet, a cup of wine, and a lifetime of wasting time. Do it, do it, do it.

Now when I return to my dream, there is the fragrance of a cup of tea.

Not only dreaming about it, but also trying it many times, looking forward to the dreamland, a set of tea sets, boiling a pot of water, listening to the sound of boiling water, playing a melodious guzheng song, and burning a piece of sandalwood. Fragrance, surrounded by fragrant mist, let go of thousands of thoughts, sit quietly alone, brew a pot of tea, and watch the broken tea leaves floating in the clear water, washing the walls of the cup, and even deeper in the soul, floating everywhere, looking at the clear water Yellowing, forgetting memories and worries, everything is quiet everywhere, without the interruption of the world, slowly enjoying your own world. The night is still so quiet, everything in the dream is still so peaceful, I am sleeping, the stars are turning, the shooting stars are flashing, everything seems so quiet, only the words "Good night" in my mind are left, and the lotus pond in the dream.

Dreams are fragrant, lotus blossoms bloom, and fragrant dreams spread thousands of miles away. It is always difficult to wake up. Be still, be still, be still.

The lotus dream is a dream that is hard to wake up from. In the dream, one forgets about the human world and leaves a space for dawn. Only when he returns to his hometown, can he talk to the beautiful woman and talk freely with friends, can he wake up from a peaceful sleep. Daydreaming, dreams eventually break. It is better to dig a pond and plant lotus roots in the pond. When the water is warm next year, the lotus roots will sprout and reap the lotus dream and lotus heart.

Chapter 2: Lotus flowers bloom in the heart

The heart is like a void, with lotus flowers blooming all over it. The light pink and pure white are all so light, so light that they are otherworldly and not stained by a trace of dust. The lotus comes out of the mud but is not stained, and washes the clear ripples without being evil. Buddha said: One is everything, everything is one. I think that the mud lotus is the most true, kind and beautiful Sanskrit chant.

The Buddha sees all living beings, and all living beings are Buddhas. The lotus heart reads all things, and all things are lotus. The self-nature is the Buddha, and all things are created by the mind. Lotus, true and true, blooms in every particle of dust. Its fragrance filled the entire void.

One flower and one world, one sand and one pure land.

The universe in my heart is just a flower, a flower, a leaf, and a floating cloud. The water in the bottle, the moon in the sky, the clouds in the sky. A Buddha's name, a Zen mind. The Buddha said that life takes one breath. A moment is eternity.

Everyone is pure lotus, and everyone is Amitabha. This is the realm of Buddha. Walking in the world of mortals, wild bees and dancing butterflies, falling flowers chased by running water. But I am often shocked by the blooming of every lotus in the world.

How pure is the nature of the flowers in the turbid water? Who is the fragrance of the bright moon in the red threshold? The heart is empty, the flowers are quiet, the moon has no shadow, and the fragrance has no trace. Lotus, ice soul and jade soul, has an ethereal and pure nature, and is transcendent.

The coldness of Cézanne’s apples, the heat of Van Gogh’s sunflowers, the leisureliness of Tao Lingju, and the thinness of Banqiao bamboo. A swan song that brings our souls. Only the Buddha's lotus is eternity, silence and light beyond the soul. Not dirty or pure, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither birth nor destruction.

Poetry is the lotus. The book is the lotus. Painting, lotus is it. Song, lotus is it. The lotus is both in the heart and not in the heart. Walk into the lotus, close your eyes and listen to the silent Sanskrit singing in the void, and return to your true home. The Buddha compassionately called us: Come back! Come back! You and I are one.

If you don’t see me, there will be clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, the Huaqing Lake will be empty, Farewell My Concubine, and the snow will remain on the broken bridge. Love is lingering, leaving the misery. One inch of lovesickness and one inch of ashes, the flowing water and falling flowers are filled with sadness.

If you don’t see it, the imperial city, palaces, emperors, generals, and merchants are all covered in dust. There are only ruins of broken walls, barren grass and the setting sun, and a few jackdaws. Since ancient times, beauties have had bad lives, and heroes have lived in vain and regretted their lives.

Love, hate, and hatred are just a romantic game. Fame and profit are ultimately a dream.

The Buddha said that this is a Saha world. Everything is like a dream. Since it is a dream, both sin and good are illusions. Since it is an illusion, what is the meaning of persistence? It is not as good as the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, with bells in the morning and drums in the evening, wooden fish and Buddhist chants, and a cassock to control life and death.

Buddha said: Let it go and let everything happen.

Let go, there is no mind and no dust, there is pure land everywhere. Follow the fate, have no self and no desires, and be blissful all the time. Just watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky, feeling at ease. Watching the flowers bloom and fade in the world, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

The heart lotus blooms, and the flower blooms to see the Buddha.

Chapter Three: Lotus and Lotus Leaves

Occasionally I go to the botanical garden to see the lotus. If it is daytime, the lotus pond is always crowded with people appreciating the lotus, for fear that the lotus will be gone soon. Thanks.

There are also some people who go to the lotus pond to sketch, some use paintbrushes, some use cameras, hoping to find the most beautiful corner in their minds and leave an indelible image, which will last when the lotus flowers fade. After going there, you can reminisce about summer days by the pool.

Once I met a group of photography enthusiasts from the Photography Association. They arrived at the lotus pond, gave a lecture, and then disbanded. Then I saw the photography enthusiasts carrying several cameras on their chests, as if they were possessed. Aiming at the lotus in the pond, he clicked the shutter, and sometimes there was a shout. It turned out that a photographer had found a good angle and called his companions to come and watch. In an instant, more than a dozen photographers were all concentrated at that angle, pressing the shutter like a thunderstorm.

After about half an hour, the team leader blew a whistle, and the photographers put away their cameras***. Everyone was very satisfied with the lotus photography just now, with a smile on their face, and moved to Their next stop is to use their lenses to erode the scenery.

At this time, I was surprised to find that the lotus in the pond seemed to have experienced a nightmare and came back to life from the nightmare. Just when the photographer was taking pictures in a noisy and vulgar way, the lotus flowers lowered their heads and frowned silently. When the photographer left, the lotus flowers raised their heads and talked to each other - who said plants are ignorant and insensitive? ?If we can experience it with a subtle heart, we will know the welcome or sadness of plants.

It’s true that when there are many people during the day, I feel that the beauty of life of lotus flowers is suppressed, and the turbulent voices of people silence them. At night, especially late at night, most people have disappeared, leaving only a few couples. At this time, sitting alone and quietly by the lotus pond, you can hear the noise of the lotuses rising from the silent night, making an uninhabited person. The lotus pond is more lively than the lotus pond with people.

Especially in several places where water lilies bloomed, the flowers were relaxed during the day. They were tired from the noise of tourists, so they closed their eyes and fell asleep gently. The sleeping water lilies seem to be quieter than the unsleeping ones, containing some loneliness that no one understands.

Beside the water lily pond and the lotus pond, there are lovers talking day and night. They come to appreciate each other's lotus blossoms in the name of lotus appreciation. Sometimes I see it, in the hearts of the lovers themselves. There is a lotus pond open. It is quiet when it is gentle and noisy when it is passionate. Then I realize that the lotus is blooming in the pond and also in my heart. If you see a couple quarreling by the pool, it makes people feel that their lotus flowers have bloomed into autumn and will soon be left to listen to the sound of rain.

When the lotus flowers are in full bloom in summer, they are beautiful. Why is it not beautiful when the lotus flowers are not in bloom? Because all the fallen leaves still carry their tender youth. The lotus flowers in autumn, in the wind of falling rain, recall the splendor of their season, and also have a quiet beauty. In winter, there are no more lotus flowers. How can we still see the beauty? Of course! The coldness of winter makes us expectant. Expectation allows us to see the beauty of the future.

Everything is beautiful, how wonderful!

The most true thing is that no matter how we bloom, we always know that the same lotus blooms.

Watching the lotus blossoms and the people beside the lotus always reminds me of a Zen koan. A Zen master came to ask Zen Master Zhimen: "How is the lotus before it emerges from the water?" Zhimen said: "The lotus."

The Zen master asked again: "What happens after it emerges from the water?"

Zhimen said: "Lotus leaves.

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——If you find the true heart of the lotus, what does it matter if the lotus blooms or not? It is much more important to find the lotus in our heart than to appreciate the lotus outside.

We can find the heart of the lotus in the windless afternoon, in the sunset, in the depths of the clouds, in the dense and rippled forest, and even in the rag shoes on the crossroads. In the same way, if. We are ignorant. Even if we enjoy the lotus all day long, we will lose the heart of the lotus.

This is when we can reflect on our clear and pure nature, we can "the dense bamboos do not hinder the water from passing by, and the high mountains do not hinder the flying clouds." We can listen to the breeze blowing the faint pine trees in the forest high on the mountain. , listening from a distance and hearing up close, it’s all so good!