My lotus
There is a kind of flower, which is not as passionate as a rose, not as gorgeous and generous as a peony, not as fragrant as osmanthus, nor as delicate and charming as a lily.
It never competes with other flowers, nor does it wither because of the temporary wind and rain. It only sings in a low voice in the fountain of the Holy Spirit, and with the sigh of the wind, the faint pink is its faint rouge makeup, winding out the memories of the years in its pure mind, and the thin lines are unrestrained after absorbing the essence of heaven and earth for thousands of years.
Although its reputation is above flowers and herbs, it always keeps its posture low, clings to that thin layer of water, and smiles quietly, as if it has seen through the cold world, so sacred and elegant.
Wind and rain did not make it forgotten by history. After the wind and rain, it was gently rippling on the water with the most beautiful crown in th—— shed lotus pond on the moon. Listening to the whispers, your elegant posture and charming charm are unforgettable memories for me.
For the sake of the wizard&;s hard work ~ give more points ~ don&;t be stingy ~