Wentu/Ying Zhigang

The mulberry seeds have passed and the summer solstice is approaching.

At this time in midsummer, the lotus pond is as youthful as fire, with layered veins spreading out an intoxicating picture.

The breeze blows day and night, and the petals fluctuate and breathe, exuding waves of refreshing dark fragrance.

This fragrance is mysterious again, as if it has been infused with the sentiment of literature, art and holiness due to thousands of years of chanting and copying by literati.

The lotus pond in Huqiu Wetland Park was met by me while filming the Metasequoia forest in early winter last year. It has always been guarded as a secret by me, and I only want to amaze my circle of friends at this time.

A 15-minute walk from the Xiangcheng entrance of Wetland Park to enter the fisherman's style area, cross the path full of flowers, follow the running water, and walk through the wooden bridge. A lotus pond is hidden behind the verdant metasequoia forest.

In the huge lotus pond, pavilions and pavilions are built on the water's edge, and a curved bridge spans it. The lotus leaves are graceful and green and natural.

The lotus flowers emerging in twos and threes are painted with bright makeup, and the clouds and temples are elegant, exuding a fresh aroma like after bathing, making people think about the beauty outside the world.

Few people set foot here.

This lotus pond, hidden deep in the woods and lakes, has not yet been disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the world. It is surrounded by birds and frogs. Sitting in the pavilion and watching the wind rise and clouds fade, opening or closing your eyes, I feel very beautiful.

Deep in the lotus pond, I can't bear to recite the song "Dream Order" by Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty: I often remember that the sun is dusk in the river pavilion, and I am intoxicated and I don't know how to return. After returning to the boat late, I mistakenly entered the depths of lotus roots. Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, startled a pool of gulls and herons.

I often think about the intoxicating lotus pond of the girl Li Qingzhao, whether it is as I see it before my eyes: the sunset is setting in the west, the gorgeous haze falls on the lake, the lotus flowers are swaying in the evening breeze, and the egrets foraging suddenly emerge from the dense lotus leaves. Startled, several swimming fish spat out a string of blisters and hid deep in the lotus bushes.

There was suddenly silence between heaven and earth. In the sunset, red dragonflies danced all over the sky.

This seemed to have brought me into a kind of Zen realm. In the rosy clouds of Yong and lazy, I followed a dusty lotus into the pure world of Qingling.

When I was young, I always wondered why Buddhas sat on lotus thrones?

Only by rolling red dust can you understand Zen.

What does it mean to get out of the mud without being stained?

Dirty is an environment and a condition for high purity.

A pond of clear lotus reflects the transcendental spiritual character and the open-minded and straightforward realm of life.

Therefore, it is not only Buddha who smiles at the flower, but life is also the same. No matter adversity or humility, our souls can always bloom at high places.

Come and take a walk in this lotus pond in Huqiu Wetland Park. Life doesn't need to be colorful and colorful. Just use this season's lotus to soothe the mud of the world. No matter how life is reincarnation, you can harvest that from different seasons. A meter of sunshine that only belongs to you.