The residual lotus welcomes the winter and keeps the wind and bones.

In a blink of an eye, the summer lotus with infinite lotus leaves and different colors disappeared quietly, and the lotus pon

The residual lotus welcomes the winter and keeps the wind and bones.

In a blink of an eye, the summer lotus with infinite lotus leaves and different colors disappeared quietly, and the lotus pond in autumn and winter also became extinct. Lotus leaf, lotus stem and lotus leaf form residual lotus, which is bleak and bleak. On the path leading to the lotus pond, few people look at the lotus, which seems to have lost the passion of chasing and enjoying the lotus in summer and interacting with the residual lotus.

I always like to shoot lotus flowers. It is precisely because of any season of spring, summer, autumn and winter that the lotus pond will show the ultimate charm. At this time, taking off the residual load of burning clothes in autumn and winter is rarely perceived and experienced by people. The residual lotus in the ancient poems "Lotus is exhausted without rain" and "Leave the withered lotus to listen to the rain" give people more ruin and desolation. In fact, for me, the unique beauty of the residual lotus, which is unattended and unattended, has given birth to inexplicable feelings. Isn't it? Looking closely at the lotus pond in autumn and winter, the lotus leaf, lotus stalk and lotus leaf interweave the lotus net, which looks complicated and messy, but also has endless charm. That large piece of residual lotus, like a clanking and tough iron painting, makes people suddenly move and trigger associations. Facing the end of life, the residual lotus in the lotus pond is still tenacious, without losing the pride of Leng Yan and Xianfeng.

The lotus pond that has not been frozen in autumn and winter has a different artistic conception. In late autumn, the quiet and seemingly quiet lotus pond changes with the sudden change of temperature. Lotus leaves, lotus stalks and lotus flowers in the lotus pond are quietly waiting for the moment when the river condenses into ice. A few days later, the ice layer in the lotus pond gradually thickened, quietly wrapping the unfrozen river, and winter came. The residual lotus solidified in the water, crystal clear and resolute, has become an eternal ice lotus map in winter.

A sudden heavy snow covered the frozen lotus pond with soft and thick snow. In extremely cold weather, the soft snow gradually froze into particles without much effort. When you step on the snow, your feet will immediately respond to the crisp sound of "quack". The howling north wind is tearing at the lotus on the lotus stem. Lotus leaves are scattered in the snow, lotus seeds are gone, and empty shells are hollow. I saw a lotus just falling, instantly drawing an arc in the snow ... residual lotus, the last evening song, the last rhyme, looking tragic. At this time, the metaphor of "dancing away from the roots" must be appropriate.

On the snow lotus pond, there are bare lotus stalks without lotus leaves everywhere, leaving only straight and curved lines. These monotonous and unobtrusive lotus stalks have quietly changed and staged their own wonderful. Some are like tangled lovers; Some are shaped like frightened snakes; When a wanderer misses his hometown, some of them will look back ... At this time, the black and white lotus pond presents the unique charm of winter residual lotus, which is full of fun.

On the shore of the lotus pond, the exposed soil left deep and shallow waterfowl footprints. Presumably, before the lotus pond froze, all kinds of creatures we didn't see had been foraging, swimming and inhabiting here. Autumn came and they didn't leave. Winter has come, and the paradise for survival has been lost. Those reluctant waterfowl left their attachment footprints before moving. Do these traces imply that these waterfowl will fly to this beautiful lotus pond when the spring blossoms next year?

The golden lotus in porcelain was picked from the lotus pond in winter. Looking at this eternal lotus flower every day, I can't help chanting my friend "proud snow and lotus leaf reflecting snow, dead branches are elegant and cold-resistant." There is no burning monster, but there is a poem "Shuo Xi Feng Jie". The immortal spirit contained in the bones of the residual lotus hits people's hearts directly. The long road of life, each section has a unique scenery, and each stop needs to leave memories of that time. Even at the end of my life, I still have my own residual beauty. Even if it is not vigorous, the real me still exists, leaving a unique charm belonging to that season.