Lotus is an extremely pure thing.
Coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil. The middle is straight and the outer is straight, without vines or branches.
Clean but cold and arrogant, gentle and upright.
The green water and the red lotus bloom one by one, and the thousands of flowers and grasses are colorless.
There is a kind of red lotus, which is as fresh as a drop of blood. It is like a letter under the karma fire of hell, blooming and emerging into Nirvana. Suddenly everything is colorless. The vast and quiet pond is full of flowers, not dependent on you, not dependent on you.
The fragrance is far away and clear, and the pavilions are clean and planted.
What is transmitted far and wide is not only the refined fragrance, but also the coolness and purity. It adds a touch of cruelty.
Make lotus flowers and make them into clothes; gather hibiscus and make them into clothes.
There is a kind of person who is absolutely like Honglian.
There are no more bees and butterflies to admire the delicate fragrance, and it is painful to take off the red clothes.
Not flattering, not humble, not demonic, not immoral. Extremely pure, extremely clear, extremely high, extremely elegant. Warm but not warm, close but not close, red but not fishy.
Like the red lotus in the pond, it repels people from thousands of miles away. It can be viewed from a distance, but cannot be played with closely.
There is a person in the world like this.
His surname is Wen and his given name is Jie. The courtesy name is Zhonglian. Everyone in the world calls her Honglian.
At his waist was a rongdao, about six feet long. The scabbard was painted black with fine paint, and a good carver was asked to carve a red lotus. Not biased, not broken, not dependent, not leaning. It's just that the fragrance of lotus leaves is gone, leaving a lonely red color.
Red lotus is Wenjie, Wen Zhonglian. He is weak in his youth. The second son of Jiangnan hero Wen Xi, he is a talented person. He was born with a pair of calm and calm eyes, and a half-hearted smile on his thin, bloodless lips. Gentleness is like a god in the sky who does not eat fireworks on earth.
A foot of wood must have its flaws, and an inch of jade must have flaws.
It's a pity that Honglian Wenjie has become mute as early as the age of her hair and cannot hear her voice.