Dutch village in the afternoon sun

At the time, the threshold of the steps forward in June, is the Dutch ingratiate Quchong to the Spring and Autumn season. Wind River Qingxu the slip line coerced a chill across the Yellow River to the village started to shop, they sent over the streets of the Lotus, are sent along with the unrestrained impulse to open the soul. Thus, in June, the Netherlands thoughts exposed, and a kind of longing towards the wind, toward rain, towards the sun you gamely elongation growth.
Hawthorn mile away from the village, such as the eyes are blocked off from the secular party paradise. Alcohol side of things of the world Wai Fung Cheong end of the village stream reflecting the Lang Lang events, Ching Ming and peaceful, dotted with willow trees also caused open Hawthorn added some deep flavor. Morning morning mist filled the air, so the addition of a mysterious third Hawthorn shy. Evening smoke everywhere, then the weather Xiao Shu, smoke Lin Ching-Kuang, the old Cang and refined gas is pressing. The most amazing is that at noon, to the lotus pond, eyes full of green trees green water, everywhere are slim shy stubborn Dutch and the stuffed lotus. Patton felt that their people are green throughout, and even the soul seems to have become rainy magic calm clear stream water to the green. Luxuriantly around the cropland in the frog stopped singing, apart from the distant village where a TWO cuckoo's call and a quiet surrounding.
Grazing to a village south of Yellow River Dipo waist; Shimoda not go due south, knife, dam nest is to the 50 mu; peasant women washing clothes in streams in the nearby scrub, so far away from the hubbub away from the busy streets of the pond is quiet and peaceful, with no livestock of your hospitality, plus lotus pond surrounding muffled by layers of green plants, pond is natural to open up one Pure Land.
In a quiet afternoon, into the sunlight the lotus pond, the lotus Fang listen to the sun, whether it is a suffering and dying of heart wind and rain, with a whisper away alone in a pool of quiet as the Son Office Bibo Li, for love is not to change the dream. Open the flower in the autumn under the powder charge, doomed blossoms full season of my life now, you are the nearest neighbor and happiness, flowers disperse yesterday sections of Hua Shi, and Hui-sun was overwhelmed by the wind and walk away, and Hua Lu vegetation serves as contrast Interesting.
It filled a pool of clear water of the pond, Xu Zhao a long waiting. Shaped like a dog walking horse Cang like clouds gently drifting across, a sight that gradually become open, looking around the vast lotus pond, the heart, floating almost too lopsided, as in shallow fantasy of exile. The afternoon sun, the leaves were green structured, tender lips real pressing. Deep and shallow, flickered. Lotus is pink, pink Oh that is intoxicating, thick pale, like a shy bride's face flushed red Nama, touching. I think it is the artist painting the eyes of the flow of "fairy floats on the waves."
Sun in the Netherlands, jumping dance of life, once for danger in the confusion, the soul-deep lake bottom, such as fluctuations in vibration, lush grass contains Zuo unpredictable changes and unpredictable force. Pond near the willow the cicadas have stopped shouting. And everything is so quiet, endless vast water, wind, and suddenly leaps of birds, the blue sky and the waves in between, a small point, a small point of white, slowly stretch, near the I increasingly bright mind, how quiet, how wonderful Oh, Happy Tour overwhelmed discovered that there were large U.S. do not speak English can not help but think of Chuang Tzu: "World Journal of cloud that can not be with the Zhuang language."
Hee in the warmth of the sun, watching this little quiet on such a pure blooming lotus. My heart, I do not know why, Meng's Yi Chan, like love at first sight with my woman in the mortal world. Far from the flower lotus, bathing in the sun, lovely, and tender lips. It is charming, it is pure, and even the green lotus leaves are so seductive, born in the mud it actually carve out a beautiful bright and clean flowers, this is a miracle of nature. Each flower is like a jewel-like benevolence. I think it is the Buddhist holy heart flower "Great Lotus persons."
Chu described by moonlight Hawthorn is not appreciated, but the lotus pond during the day gave me another kind of feeling. Long the rising sun shining throughout the pond, awakened sleeping lotus leaf. In the thick leaves the sun cast a golden Kuang-Liang Huang shallow layer of color, such as painted in the morning to their makeup. Paint is not uniform, irregular mottled, but the lotus leaf is thus even more wind, seemed in high spirits. Greeting the sun looked that largely tiled round lotus leaves in the water, like a plate full of a crystal pearl, also as full of delicious food, my nose has been filled with the inter- bursts of lotus fragrance. Lotus in the sweetness of a mixture of scattered children, it is refreshing.
Lotus fragrance is pleased drunk people, it is sweet, this is a strange taste, smell it every time, you will have a feeling, this feeling never to repeat, so you want to hear the news, its aroma and its color, like pink pink, which includes warm, cool and natural.
A bit strange these days the wind did not, in my eyes is a static show landscapes: Hawthorn side of willow leaves bowed and motionless, and like the memories of the past in silence; the opposite side of the island fishing lake Some old people are waiting patiently and quietly; not far from the shade of a tree in the Lotus Pond Pavilion showing the most beautiful silhouette, very lovely in the sun. Occasionally a few bugs in the lotus leaf below the water jump, causing a circle of tiny ripples in the pond to add a little quiet dynamic.
If the peony is a lady, then more like a lotus in bloom girls. Lotus, as she has a pink sunset-like dress with a blue green umbrella, for her shelter. Lotus, she has 出淤泥而不染 the character, even with the general character of steel, she never bent body, bow to the wind and rain.
After the home far, far away from a pond near the village. Alone countless days and nights in the exotic, I have often been a number of tangible or intangible heavy "burden" of pressing, choking me, so I decadence. I tried to put it, in exchange for one's easy. May already know, once down, we would have no excuse and let it drift in the capital. Or is this really where human evil, a little frustrated and would like to let the world know that the world is the most unfortunate and most painful one, to win people's sympathy and compassion, to cover up their inner weakness and emptiness.
Each summer comes, I have embodied the desire of the new life; each flowering season, are raised on love's longing.
By water, neighbors, and I used my key to open your heart no one can Kai's Xinchuang Stewards. So, I followed your veins to find your soul that aromatic.
May go home when they see my pond. Standing pond, I shame. Fortunately, my life has a lotus, like a baton to guide the direction of my future.
Ah, Jun lotus opened, Iraqis, Where Are You?