莲的心事,如尖尖的角,很鲜很嫩,连那蜻蜓的抚摸都很轻很柔。骄阳般卷着,立于清波之上,很慵懒,日上三竿,没睡醒,如似开未开的眼睑,似欲退还穿的纱衣。莲的心事,才长出来,很鲜很嫩,临水一笑,云也羞怯,花也自惭。莲的心事,如含苞欲放的蓓蕾,站成村头远眺的一棵树,等你归来。独立山垭,把圆月望成残舟,载一叶惆怅西去。心情很潮 Lotus’s mind, such as sharp corners, very fresh and tender, even the touch of the dragonfly are very light and soft. Scroll like the sun, standing on the top of the wave, it is lazy, on the three poles, did not wake up, like the open eyelid, like to wear the dress returned to wear. Lotus’s mind, it grows, very fresh and tender, a splash of water, the clouds are shy, flowers are also ashamed. Lotus’s mind, buds like buds budding, standing in the village overlooking a tree, waiting for you to come back. Independence Mountain Pass, the moon as a potential boat, carrying a leaf melancholy West to go. Mood is tide