白荷

Fall is here. My garden starts to show its autumn mood. Leaves are not fresh, shiny green. They exhibit a tint of grey. My white lotus fower is long gone and the lotus leaves don’t look happy. They are drooping. They must be missing the white lotus. I miss it, too, but not the hot summer days when it was blooming.

虽然仍穿夏装,毕竟深秋了,我的天台花园里,荷花早谢了,剩了几片无精打采的荷叶。下雨时,学李商隐借残荷听雨,未免造作。还是荷花盛开的时候好。今夏仅得一朵白荷。那些天,Tom还在广州。他天天早起,起来后就到天台看日出,然后看我的荷花骨朵儿。他每天都向我汇报它今日长了多少。白荷盛开那个早晨,他说,你的天台花园要给你一个惊喜。我就知道荷花开了,说,是荷花开了吧?我自然欢喜,却算不上惊喜。然后上去天台看,果真是个惊喜:它居然是一朵白荷!

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