My father's friend gave us two cylinder lotus, a cylinder is red, a cylinder is white, are placed in the yard.
In eight years, I have not in the courtyard to see the lotus -- but the native garden courtyard, there are many; not only have one, and three pedicle pedicle, four, is the lotus.
Nine years ago on a moonlit night, my grandfather and me in the garden the cool.Grandfather with a smile and I said: "we first Lian Di garden open three time, we just add you in the big family of three sisters.Everyone rejoiced, said to be the Rui hua."
In the middle of the night to hear busy rains, getting up early is overcast day, I feel a little boring.From the window and look outside, the lotus flower has withered, white petals scattering like small boats in the water.Stemmed only to stay a little water, and a few pale yellow flowers.The red lotus bud, yesterday, this morning but now in full bloom, Tingting stands among the green leaves.
Still not comfortable!-- lingered for a while, the rain outside the window was made, then come, fall more more big.The red lotus, the dense rain, played around Qi oblique.In the sheltering under the sky, I dare to order, also can not think.
On the mother's calls, I quickly walked over, sitting beside her mother -- a look back suddenly saw HL next to a large lotus leaf, slowly tilt down, was covered in red above… I restless mind cleared!
The rain was still heavy, but not shaken.The rain kept on, only the brave and loving leaves above, get some weak water flow.
My heart was deeply moved --
Mother mother!You are the lotus leaf, I Honglian, the hearts of the rain has come, in addition to you, who is my shelter?
July 21, 1922