[E-Magazine] - Sparkling lotus love

I watched the lotus leaves floating on the water. Like dark green plates bobbing with the waves. A few sparkling drops of water rolled on the leaves like transparent crystals. The color of the sky, the color of the leaves, the color of the early season royal poinciana flowers shimmered in those crystals. I just wanted to pick them up, to look at myself in them. I just wanted to pick them up, to pin them to my shirt and admire them like a pretty flower of early summer. I was often curious about the water drops and the lotus leaves. Touching each other, being together and becoming more beautiful in every moment. But when separated, the lotus leaves were not wet at all. As if indifferent, as if indifferent and not entangled at all. The lotus calmly lifted the leaves out of the water, that big round green plate no longer measuring the ripples of the pond. The lotus was in the water but not contaminated by the water, the lotus was in the mud but not contaminated by the mud. The lotus made the water clear and blue, the lotus spread its fragrance amidst the vast blue of the sky and clouds in May.

The person standing by the lotus pond suddenly felt peaceful and light. Suddenly realizing that in the ups and downs of life, I have let myself get too attached. I looked at myself in the lotus, told myself about the worries I have, and whispered: let go, let go! I am tired, where can I find peace? Peace in my heart. Peace in the lotus scent and the spring sunshine.

The boat drifted under the moonlight. The gentle wind was like the gentle swaying of lotus flowers and leaves around the boat. The scent of lotus flowers and the morning sunlight mingled in the cool scent of the water. I looked up at the sky, trying to guess the twinkling signals of the thousands of stars. Which signal was for love, which signal was for longing? I only saw the fragrant scent of lotus flowers, only felt vague thoughts about things that had come and gone.

I listened to the sound of birds falling through the leaves, touching the water surface, resonating like magical notes of the night. The moon spread over the leaves, over the flowers, forming a pair of golden strips shining in the water. Following the flickering moonlight, I thought of the lotus stems submerged deep in the mud, thought of the lotus's patient days. Both love and admiration. Half a year of silence, half a year of silence. Suddenly one day, leaves and flowers burst forth. Fresh and full of vitality. The lotus surprised and moved people. One clear summer morning, the pond surface was covered with lush green leaves, swaying and swaying to the rhythm of the water and the wind. The first pair of lotus flowers of the season opened their pink and white petals. The bright sunlight made my heart skip a beat with emotion. Beautiful and graceful like a fairyland.

Birdsong filled the moonlight. The night dew soaked into the pieces of moonlight filled with lotus scent. The leaves gently swayed in the wind. The lotus on the pond had closed its petals and was sleeping dreamily. The night deepened. I rested my head on the beam across the boat, drifting between the vast starry sky and the immense lotus scent. The boatman rowed the boat for a while then brought out a cup of tea, telling me: Lotus heart tea! It's very good to drink. Every lotus season, my family often makes this tea to drink gradually. After separating the seeds to cook the tea, I save the lotus heart. Sometimes I pick a few more lotus leaves, that's enough for the next season. It looks like that, but lotus has many uses. When the lotus blooms, people will gradually harvest it, at that time you come again.

The water is gently oar, the moonlight is mysterious, suddenly remembering a story I heard long ago. The fairy with small, pretty feet dances on the lotus, holding the heart of the gentleman. In the midst of the gathering, blue eyes look for each other, hoping for a promise.

Every year when the sun rises and lotus covers the pond, I return. Like searching for the girl from that year. Like searching for a bit of the lotus scent of the old season. Lotus love, lotus fate, faded and still remembered. A thousand years of lingering love, the boat has crossed the river, the person has gone far away. Why does the lotus scent still remain?

The boat turned its bow toward the shore. The night was restless in the gentle fragrance of the day that still lingered. Tomorrow, the lotus will bloom again. Tomorrow, the lotus will still shine in the fresh sunlight. How many people brought their worries here, and the beautiful flowers and leaves comforted their sorrows. And then when they left, they seemed to have a little enlightenment, to realize. The lotus not only makes the water clear but also makes people's souls more peaceful and tolerant.

Content: Tran Thi Hong Anh

Photo: Internet Document

Graphics: Mai Huyen

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