辛巳仲夏,既望晴夜,余闲坐姑家。倏尔窗外喧噪,凭窗观之,或指望邻家阳台盆景,曰:“昙花开矣。”遂擎相机、携孩童登邻门者如潮涌来。邻家唯一老妪独居,老者素爱邻里。余叩之门。笑相迎进。灯辉月华之下,肩颈耳鬓之间,余幸窥昙之雪貌,其如冰似玉之瓣,赤金难易之蕊,缥缈清幽之香, Xin Xia Zhong Xia, both looking fine night, I sit idle home. From outside the window, you can see the view from the window, or you can count on the balcony bonsai next to you, saying: “The flowers are open.” The only old man in the neighbourhood lives alone, and the old man loves the neighbourhood. The door to the rest. Gradually welcome. Under the light of Luna Yuehua, between the shoulders and the necks and ears, there is more than a glimpse of the snowy landscape. It is like a piece of ice-like jade, the core of red gold is easy and easy,