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我从小酷爱荷花,爱得那么投入,爱得那么久远,爱得那么执着,爱得那么深沉。1937年,抗日烽火燃起,6岁的我随父逃难赴川。为免遭日机轰炸,曾居蓉城郊县;既在芙蓉之乡的成都农村,岂有无荷之理。我跟一伙土生土长的川娃常常嬉耍于荷塘。每当玩兴正浓,阵雨骤降,个个头顶天然斗笠——一张张背面朝天的大荷叶下张张顽皮的脸蛋,笑得像怒放的荷花。自上中学读过周敦颐的短文《爱莲说》之后,我对荷花的认识方从感性提高到理性,完成了一次质的飞跃。“出淤泥而不染,濯清涟而
I grew up loving lotus, love so invested, so long, love so persistent, love so deep. In 1937, the war of resistance against Japan flamed up and I, six, fled to Sichuan with my father. In order to avoid being bombarded by the Japanese planes, they once lived in the suburbs of Chengdu and Chengdu. I was with a group of native Chuan Wa often play in the lotus pond. Whenever play is strong, the shower plummeted, all natural hats - a piece of the big lotus leaves on the back of Zhang Zhang naughty face, laughing like an angry lotus. After I read the essay ”Ailian“ by Zhou Dunyi from high school, my knowledge of lotus rose from sensibility to rationality and completed a qualitative leap. ”Out of the mud without dyeing, Qing Qing Lian