荷叶上有只蜻蜓,一个早上一直停着有时,抖抖翅,跟着风兜了个圈又停下,露出黄褐色的小斑点,像小小的眼睛盯着还没开放的荷花看个不停从叶梗到叶尖,脉络一丝一丝向上爬却依旧触碰不到包裹的心事包裹的心事,是夏天的小秘密属于荷花,不属于短浅的目光 There are only dragonflies on the lotus leaf, and one morning, I parked it all the time, shaking the wings, followed by the windsock and stopped, exposing little brown spots and staring at the lotus not open yet Stop from the leaf stem to the tip, the context of a trace of the climb but still can not touch the intention of the package wrapped things, is a summer secret belongs to the lotus, does not belong to short-sighted eyes