Li Zhongxin was very satisfied with the inquisitive Haruko. Haruko's desire for knowledge is very good and will definitely be of great help to his future growth.

Li Zhongxin! He is very happy to let Haruko and Masako Mitsui understand Chinese culture, but he is afraid that no one will ask. If no one asks, then what he thinks about later will be in vain.

Li Zhongxin gently stroked Haruko's head and slowly spoke, "This is a form of ancient Chinese literature. We call this ancient prose, and the name is very appropriate, called "Love Talk".

Just now! I am talking about ancient Chinese, and it is normal for you to not understand. After you translate this article, you will understand it and feel a unique charm.

What I say about love lotus! It refers to the plants and flowers on water or on land, and there are many people who like it. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty prefers chrysanthemums; since the Li Tang Dynasty, people in the world have particularly liked peonies; but I only like the nobleness of lotus originating from the mud and not being contaminated by filth. It is washed by clear water and looks pure and not charming. It is clear and straight in its heart, not like vines spreading everywhere, nor is it like branches and trunks. The fragrance is far away and pure and fragrant, and it stands tall and graceful like a beautiful woman in the water. It can only be appreciated from afar without being played with.

I am a metaphor for chrysanthemums, which is a secluded person among flowers. Peony is a wealthy person among flowers. And what about lotus? It is a gentleman among flowers. Oh! Tao Yuanming rarely hears people who love chrysanthemums after their death. How many people do I love lotus like me? And people who love peony are suitable for most people."

Li Zhongxin told Haruko in detail the translation of Ai Lian's words. If Li Zhongxin didn't have much memory of other essays, but Li Zhongxin memorized this essay very much. He liked it very much and remembered it with all his heart.

Li Zhongxin really likes this prose, not for the sake of people learning something to pretend.

Li Zhongxin loves lotus, in addition to the love lotus statement! Li Zhongxin also likes an article about writing lotus flowers. This one! In fact, it is also considered a love lotus statement, but it is a kind of writing written by later generations.

This prose describes that there is a lotus in the water. She is like a fairy falling into the mortal world, dancing the wind and the moon in the indifference far away from the world, guarding the tranquility of another world alone, and her weak muscles and bones illuminate the poetic meaning of life one by one.

The big lotus flowers condensed into the young girl's pink and tender cheeks, leaving only the shyness of the cool breeze and the swaying light flowing, which made the breeze drunk and the poet.

In the autumn of the south pond, lotus flowers pass by the head. Lower your head and make lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. Put them in the sleeves of the lotus, and the lotus heart is completely red. There is no secular meaning, only the hazy and lingering under the breeze, the primitive simplicity and purity.

It is also like Zhou Dunyi's writing "out of the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being charming", it is not as quiet and beautiful as it is, with only a hint of ethereal floating at the height of the sky, and there is also a noble, a desert, and an unknown idleness and stubbornness.

Drink a poem that is very famous in Jiangnan, China to praise lotus flowers. The lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and the lotus leaves are everywhere.

There are two carp in the middle, playing with each other in the blue waves. Fish plays with lotus leaves in the east, fish plays with lotus leaves in the south. Whose girl is in the deep lotus leaves? She laughs through the water and throws a lotus branch.

The south of the Yangtze River can pick lotus, but the lotus leaves are not in the fields. The home does not worry about the daughter, but her appearance is beautiful and beautiful. The fourteenth can recite books, the fifteenth can sew shirts. The sixteenth can pick lotus leaves, and the diamond songs are leisurely. The sun is wearing lotus leaves and leaning against the south pond.

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaves are everywhere. The water covers the green color of the sky, and the flowers bloom in cold beauty. How lucky are you to passers-by? Here we meet. Meng gave lotus roots, and the lotus heart is full of thousands of silks. Meng gave lotus roots, and his heart is bitter like a fried one.

The south of the Yangtze River can pick lotus, how can the lotus leaves be? How easy is it to pick lotus, how difficult is it to stop a horse? The sound of geese crying in the distant mountains, and the clouds are as white as sails. The far bell urges guests to go, and the far road is long waiting for guests to return. Lead me to the green horse and whip my willow silk.

I came to the way of the times and looked for my old joy. Looking back at you, you were already across the shore, and you were already crying. Seeing you covered your sorrow, you were laughing and moving the boat, you were confused and thoughtful, blocked and unable to speak.

The lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. The lotus leaves are empty. Don’t say that you can pick lotus together. Don’t say that you can pick lotus alone. The west wind blows the fragrance of the lotus pond, and the night of a guest dreams like the cold water.

The lotus leaves in the fields are quietly sleeping in the embrace of the water, unrestrained and quiet.

How could summer be silent here? Look at the countless pinks, either swaying beside the slender bridge, and the beautiful figure of Posha; or under the boundless waters, they are free and full of beauty, and look down on the fragrance.

From the light powder that first reveals the lotus to the gorgeous pink that blooms in a gorgeous pink. Even if you pass through the festivals that have passed through time and have completely flourished after the fireworks, you can't hide the redness at the moment. It is the color of life and has the power to travel through the world.

It spreads to places that cannot be reached by the sunlight, and is still sacred and smooth, full of vigorous tension. Even if it cannot withstand the wilderness sweeping by the autumn wind, it must end life in the cold purity.

This independent lotus is a wisp of smoke rising leisurely in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. It is a pearl and green fragrance that is not too late to describe under the makeup of a beautiful woman.

It is more like a graceful woman who wades in the water, from the pre-Qin period, from the so-called beauty, on the water side, so beautiful and graceful, it has become a masterpiece of eternal songs. Going back to the stream, the exquisite young man who is roaming the boat, the graceful lady who is picking lotus and Jie Zi, and the long lotus that is swept through the breeze, has become the most beautiful poem in the ancient civilization of five thousand years.

The pure lotus is not plagued with the world and becomes an immortal. Life is like a dream. When you wake up from a dream, you should be like a lotus. You know that you have enough to accumulate so much. You will rub the miserable into the brilliant bones and blood, and then become a quagmire of thought nutrients, and chuckling lightly between success and failure.

When you play with your hands, you are proud of the world. When the wind blows, everything is determined and everything changes. The lotus is Prajna, which blooms quietly, which is a kind of compassion for yourself and a kind of high spirit for the spiritual world you are waiting for.

The lotus is between you and me. The heart is like a lotus, which is between a thought.

These things that describe lotus rose from Li Zhongxin's heart, as if at this time, Li Zhongxin returned to the scene when he and his wife admired lotus in later generations.
Chapter completed!