晨曦,荷塘边。我依栏观望,莲花池内生机盎然,仿佛一夜之间所有的莲花都钻出来了。往前凑凑,看清了,好多露珠依附在荷叶上,身披霞光,似大自然的眸子,那么明亮圣洁,那么晶莹无瑕,那么玲珑剔透,那么浑圆优雅,那么璀璨祥和。她们在呼吸,在闪动,在瞭望,在警戒,深深地眷恋着绿的亲情。露珠是有生命的,但不知道她从哪里来,要到哪里去,为何为清晨的花朵增添亮丽。风起,荷叶颤抖,露珠在荷叶上轻轻晃,滚动着,颤抖着, Dawn, Lotus pond edge. I look at the bar, lotus pool vitality, as if all the lotus are drilled overnight. Lean forward to see, a lot of dew attached to the lotus leaf, wearing a glow, like nature’s eye, so bright and holy, so crystal clear, so exquisitely carved, so rounded elegance, so bright and peaceful. They are breathing, flashing, looking out, vigilance, deeply attached to the green affection. Dewdrops are alive, but do not know where she comes from, where she wants to go, why bright morning flowers. The wind, the lotus trembling, dew gently on the lotus leaves, rolling, trembling,