Chapter 404: 566 pieces, including lotus flowers

566 pieces, including lotus flowers

566 pieces, including lotus flowers

In a dusk where Wu Yun covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the autumn Rain drizzled continuously, I wandered alone beside the lotus pond in the wild. Seeing the startled Wind trembling, the lotus pond slantingly invaded by dense Rain, I occasionally recalled a few lines related to lotus flowers from the Classic of Poetry…

Part one

Really, I envy your purity.

It also includes your beauty.

Your fragrance.

Even,

It also includes those by the pond.

The air filled with fresh fragrance.

In the face of Wind and Rain

Upon the earth

I am merely a tree by the pond

A lonely tree

In the slanting Wind and dense Rain

Refusing the arrival of autumn

Part two,

Wind says, all beauty

are illusory shadows.

Because, all beauty

will wither in Wind and Rain

………………..

Part three,

Wind blows

lotus leaves

lotus flowers

also blows the lotus heart

the lotus heart in Wind and Rain

completely red,

Although in Wind and Rain

still does not change the beautiful aspiration

Part four,

This is the end of July

Already heard the crickets chirping

That is autumn's low murmur

Although autumn has already arrived

The lotus still shines splendidly

Not under the sunshine

is in Wind and Rain

She ——

a different kind of red

a different kind of beauty

But, I don't know

In the unpredictable years

whether she can still persist

her own red

her own beauty

herself………….

Part five

I am also striving to persist

persist in this ordinary life

in the rolling mundane world

like the lotus ——

rising from the mire yet not stained

…………

Part six

The lotus says, do not learn from me

I have spent my life avoiding

avoiding muddy waters

avoiding desecration

Avoid defilement

But....

the seventh\

He said, don't speak lightly of parting

Please look again

My beauty

Because after the wind and rain

You will not see again

I———

Today is so beautiful

I also know

All life will

From the beauty of patterns

Then proceed to wither

This is life

But, I don't believe

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