Essays on Lotus and Buddhism, classic prose on the lotus in front of the Buddha

In my previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, solemn but elegant!

In the previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, the flower heart hides the mystery of the past life, I don't like the Buddha Hall, although it is fragrant, but with sadness, I incarnate in the world, and the lotus, has a 500-year relationship.

A friend brought me a local water lily from a different place, and I raised it in Clearwater Bay in my hometown. With the morning dew of every morning sun, with the twilight of every dusk, its roots stretch out to the soil in the water day by day, and it is like a newborn baby, sucking the nourishment of Clear Water Bay. Gradually, it made a home in Clear Water Bay.

Every hot one. In the summer, I would secretly visit it in the morning dew, for fear that my messy steps would disturb its morning-like dreams. When the first rays of sunlight in the morning dispersed in Clear Water Bay, the water in Clear Water Bay also became soft, it was like a loving mother, taking care of her children, and its pity looked rippling in the lake.

At this point, I hid and wandered on the shore not far away.

I have a relationship with Lotus for 500 years in my previous life. I raised it in my hometown in Clear Water Bay, just like my love for my hometown, I want to leave the most beautiful things to my hometown. I want to leave it to the clear water bay of my hometown, to everyone who walks by it; I want to send it into the hands of nature, back to Mother Earth; I want to send it to heaven, to the Buddha.

In the previous life, I was a dusty woman in the fireworks place, inadvertently, I met the lotus in front of the Buddha, just like the dew shaken down by the morning breeze, even if it is only a moment of preciousness, since then, the fragrance is deeply rooted in the heart, just like the solidified Zhaoye potato slices, never forget.

In my previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, although it grew in the mortal world, but it opened in the hearts of the world; In my previous life, I was a wisp of smoke in the world, and I was in the mortal world, but I lit fireworks in heaven.

I am a lotus in front of the Buddha, the Buddha allowed me to come to the world, take root and sprout, I bloomed in the earthly world, and the fragrance is filled with the same thoughts of the previous life.

There are thousands of regrets in the world, and there will always be one life that will not be missed again. Whether it is to love or be loved, passerby A and passerby B, there is always one who is destined to leave, and what we miss is nothing more than the fireworks-like wrong love in life.

In this life, the Buddha will not allow you to leave me!

The lotus flower is really beautiful, and there is a cone-shaped lotus canopy in the center of the words. There are several small round dots on the surface of the lotus pod, and the fruit in the lotus pod is the lotus seed. The following is a selection of prose poems about lotus flowers that I have put together, and I hope you will enjoy our articles.

The clear pond full of water is the charming figure of lotus flowers.

The water droplets that someone pulls up are a symphony of loneliness.

In the red flower tent, there is a hidden one.

The naïve and changeable heart, the hypocritical and complex heart, the helpless and panicked heart, are the lotus hearts buried in the lotus pod.

When I was a child, I had seen the silver of the water droplets, the gold of the sun, and the wonder of this heart.

And people don't know that she also had such a silence, such a mood, and such a scenery later.

The clear pond that is full of water is the echo of the lotus panic.

From a young age to the water droplets, allegorical of the later scenery.

The pond water in my house is beautiful with lotus flowers in the water.

The flower buds are affectionate, and the flower branches are spitting fragrant.

Swing a green skirt in the wind, and smile slightly in the rain.

There is no spring in the hundred gardens, only love the mud and water of the hometown.

The pond water in my house is beautiful with lotus flowers in the water.

The flowers bloom and fragrance for thousands of miles, and the flowers fall and bear the fruits in piles.

The mud is not stained with dust, and it is as clean and clear as water.

Flowers bloom and fall are love, only for love and beauty in the world.

I love the beauty of lotus flowers, how many dreams you accompany you;

I love the beauty of lotus flowers, how many journeys you accompany you.

Ah - the water in my pond, the lotus flowers in the water are beautiful.

Imaginary lotus flowers.

It's been opened a thousand times in my head.

Praise about lotus flowers.

Enough for a cup of afternoon tea to taste slowly.

Lotus flowers in practice.

It's only open in a friend's **.

Waited so long.

Have a date with the lotus.

Sunshine and rain and dew.

Gives birth to a loving encounter.

Leave a trail of footsteps.

Step on the rhythm of lotus flowers.

Write a cheerful story for summer.

A little bit of transparency.

Grow wildly under lotus leaves.

Oh my friend.

I heard that the lotus flowers have bloomed.

in your heart. There's not too much beauty that's also growing like crazy.

The beauty of waiting.

Will it pass by the regrets in life?

My friend.

If you. I heard that the lotus flowers have bloomed.

Then get ready to go.

Don't let the lotus flower worry about it.

Left in a pond.

Alarm the return of a small fish.

Lotus, I have always admired you.

Do not yield to sludge.

The proud. The harsh winter is a loss of your desire to cherish spring.

Resist the snow and ice.

In the face of March, you begin to sprout.

Swaying in the wind.

Summon. April is coming.

Dust can't stop your dreams.

A lonely, lonely, with the passage of time.

Far away. Gradually, your body fragrance sprouts.

From, deep in the lake.

With the vicissitudes of ancient and modern times and melancholy.

On the surface of the vast lake.