此时此刻,世界与你无关,安身于一方池塘,才可立命,才可将自己的欲望主动折叠藏起。此时此刻,蝉鸣被高高挂起,村庄被炊烟轻轻背诵,天空的眼睛里有着荷塘一样清澈的眼神。白云在上,莲叶在下,谁在用自己的胸怀托举一朵又一朵睡莲的盛开?没有涟漪,红尘远逝,谁在拿自己的高雅诉说一个人与一群人的德行? At this very moment, the world has nothing to do with you. It is only by setting up a pond that you can take the initiative to fold and hide your desires. At this moment, cicadas were hung high, the village was gently recalled by the smoke, the sky’s eyes have the same clear as the lotus pond. White clouds in the lotus leaves in the next, who is using their own minds to lodge one after another in the bloom of water lilies? No ripples, red flies, who are taking their own elegance to tell a person and a group of people virtue?