Appreciating lotuses under the moon, viewing lotus flowers in the rain

The most pleasant thing in life is to sit in front of the window and read an old book.

The moonlight dappled through the window lattice and fell on the page of the book. I simply turned off the lights and enjoyed the coolness and tranquility. The words were graceful in the water-like moonlight, as if the lotus flowers in Pingting were blooming one after another, with a faint fragrance. Yes, I opened a copy of Shen Sanbai's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". It was just the right time for the bright moon and the scent of lotus flowers on a summer night, and I was also reading about Yun Niang brewing scented tea with lotus flowers in her delicate hands.

Shen Sanbai wrote: When the lotus flowers first bloom in the summer months, they are held late and bloom at dawn. Yun uses a small gauze bag to pick up a few tea leaves and places them in the center of the flowers. Take it out tomorrow morning and soak it in Tianquan water. The fragrance will be outstanding. The fragrance of lotus is better than that of fine wine. After soaking in tea for a night, how can it not be fragrant and penetrate the soul? I am afraid that I am already drunk when I am in it, but I think the nature of lotus is pure and pure. If the heart is drunk, how can the fragrance it reveals not be fragrant and moving. Throughout the ages, all the orchid hearts are no match for Yun Niang’s cup of good tea. She is a woman with a lotus heart. The beauty of red sleeves adding fragrance can only be surpassed by the beauty of Shen Sanbai. He spends his days reciting poems and painting, drinking wine in the wind, and the most lovely woman in Chinese literature in Mr. Lin Yutang's mouth is waiting in the deep court to prepare another one for him. The wind and moon are boundless, and the lovers in the mortal world do not envy the mandarin ducks nor the immortals.

After Yun Niang, there is no more exquisite heart in the world.

In the middle of the night, the moon disappears, the air is heavy and stuffy, and it starts to rain lightly while I am half asleep and half awake. The rainy season is here, and the rain and lotus are softer, as if lovers from different worlds have met in this life, and they can express endless sorrow. . When the sky was dim, I took an umbrella and went to the East Pond to look at the lotuses. In the past, Su Shi lived in seclusion on the east slope, farming and studying hard. But now that I live here as a guest, I am fortunate to have a pond full of lotus flowers in the East Pond to accompany me while studying.

The lotuses in the rain have the air of dust, and it is quite shocking to look at the petals peeling off like young pigeons. Life is like that of an anesthesiologist who has been employed for many years and has numbed his mind. The things and things that are moving in his heart have become vague and thrilling in an instant. It is not because time has diluted the effect of the medicine, but because He's aura is too majestic. After being absent-minded for a long time, I faced a pool of summer flowers in silence. The wind swayed by, and a chill came on my feet. Only then did I realize that my shoes had already sunk into the soft mud.

At this moment I am also a lotus plant, standing in the mud with the lotus flowers in the pond, listening to the rain in this floating life. The rain lotus is the most beautiful, the quietest, and the most proud. When the raindrops stick to the lotus petals, they instantly merge into one, as if they were made of natural jade. No trace can be seen. They just quietly jump along the gaps onto the fields of lotus leaves, like a plate of pearl, agate, and emerald soup. , the beads are round and jade-like, rolling around, crystal clear and trembling, the leaves tilt when the wind blows, the rainwater wrapped in lotus fragrance rolls back the bead curtain, hanging silently. There are also raindrops that are nostalgic for the heart of the lotus. They jump into the stamens of the yellow jade and linger there until they overflow from the petals of the lotus. The lotus is silent, how can her heart come and go at will.

In Buddhism, lotus and lotus are collectively called lotus, and lotus has a Zen meaning. Lotus means green lotus in Buddhist language. It is clear blue and white, high and pure, and is not stained by dust. It is used to describe The eyes of the Buddha. I have no discerning eyes, but I love these two lines of ancient poetry: "Seeing the lotus is pure, you should know that the heart is not stained." I pity the purity of the lotus as much as I love the lotus.

I often build a shabby house luxuriously in my heart, with thatch as the roof, wind and rain and mud, and vegetation as the backbone. It has a natural character and is inhabited by people like Zhou Dunyi, who know how to stay clean in the mud. The purity of the lotus becomes more and more elegant and beautiful after hundreds of baths. In the depths of time, Lian has traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, but she has always maintained a slim and straight waist. There are no vines to cling to, and no ostentatious branches. She just stands straight in the middle of the water, like a beautiful woman.

It’s night, and the moon outside the window hangs completely in the sky. It is clearer and more honest, soaked in the words filled with lotus fragrance. At this moment, I know lotus better than Shen Sanbai. In the Yingying water, most of the lotuses hide their faces in meditation. Sometimes they look back and sniff the green plums mischievously. The white moonlight brings together the luster of the silk, but it is not as good as her color. All living things, the lotus is just a lotus, keeping its own shimmer. , not stained by dust.

Admiring lotuses under the moon and watching them in the rain, there is nothing you can’t see through.