【Original Works】
Written by Li Xuguang
Jinghu Jinglei - Li Xuguang photography
Jinghu Lake is more than a lotus pond, but few people take care of the wattles. Swimming in the lake this morning, they have seen the buds of the flowers, obviously, they have been ahead of the hibiscus, and will be the most in the nave of the lake, in order to stand among the ice and snow pressure, for the longest flowering period in the lake.
Mirror Lake Lotus - Li Xuguang photography
Mirror Lake Lotus - Li Xuguang photography
The habit of the water vessel, in fact, is more than the lotus, and the same as the reed, so it is also called "water lotus" and "golden lotus". However, the mud is not stained, the floating waves are not demonic, often nestled under the lotus, the reeds, neither intended to be straight with the reeds, and the iris to compete for the green, but also gold but not precious, willing to play a supporting role in hibiscus and spring first, autumn after... may be because of Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Said", when the people below cherish the ink like gold for the vegetables.
Jinghu Jinglei - Li Xuguang photography
The ancients were different, and the first to appear in the "Book of Songs" and chanted repeatedly was "jagged wattles". Walking with love, self-love, or the cultural image given by the ancients to the viburna.
Mirror Lake Wattle - Li Xuguang Photography
Mirror Lake Wattle - Li Xuguang Photography
When he first retired from his career, a friend once met Harnao for night fishing. It's okay to do it once; For the last time, I had the misfortune to become an "Air Force" *. Out of boredom, I put on a water jacket and walked into the lake to photograph the water chestnut on the shore. This is certainly the best angle one by one, because no one has ever arrived. It is early autumn, the water is warm, and the water is unbridled, which makes the iris retreat and the autumn reeds are eclipsed, which is impressive and can't help but love.
Jinghu Jinglei - Li Xuguang photography
Now, the organizer has passed away, and Harnao is drifting away, which makes people sigh infinitely. After that, what emerged in my heart was no longer the jagged shadow in the Book of Songs, but boundless melancholy and deep longing...
(Xuguang, 2024.6.19 on the shore of Mirror Lake)
Author: Li Xuguang
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