Lotus flowers（三）

Later, the conversation that she called the white lotus, is a well-known television journalist Hamid, born to like white. Pastoral suffered two days before the storm I heard, the lack of hundreds of thousands of head of livestock forage, pasture cover specially rush Zaigou Tartar, partial case of snow again today afternoon. Yiwu County, originally intended to return to re-transmission of television productions back to Hamilton, cameraman seriously injured are now back to Yiwu has no meaning.
Speculative space chat, I asked her career interviews with the likes of white snow Is there contact? Forget the way she wound pain, proud to say: "like white, is like snow. For snow-related coverage, of course, is to fight in the first line on the road."
"White like snow or like what reason?"
"Yes. White is pure color, pure and clean, it does not doping of any alien, no pollution, is a timeless color. The snow was white, white, bright. I especially like the feeling of snow; In the snow when the hills are covered with a vast expanse of whiteness, and people feel there is no cleaner than this world. If carefully understand that such a cold world where there is the breath of life, many, many white lotus in full bloom in the race, contests. "
"Ah? Where."
"Oh, of course, everyone's heart in myself."
"Telepathic?"
"Yes. A man standing in the snow of flowers, the most emotion-laden, the most intoxicating moment. Close your eyes, you can see the opposite mountain, the mountain trees, birds in the trees, as well as the eagle hovering in the air; They are spirits of nature, courageous, fearless, people of weak and narrow-minded so small. "
Clearly, the White Lotus says earnestly; now she is immersed, intoxicated, and his own nature into an icy world, white and white lotus flowers.
Pause, she added: "In the snow-covered plateau, eagles snow elf. It is better than geese, once lost a wild goose pairs, the other is to whine dies of. Snow-capped mountains, although goshawks is alone, alone all of nature but it was born in the storm, snow in the struggle, struggle, until one cold night to die Pathetique. So, the eagle is the pride of the snow. "
"Do you like snow, the snow had thought such a thing, no wonder the first line to be rushed to the snow."
"Ah."
Snow is still falling, to gradually cease the evening. Workers on a track road cleared of snow all the pass road, the long motorcade slowly forward. Yiwu's car did not go back, squeeze a few people sat scattered in different car. Although tired, the way I have in remembering what happened, try to figure out the scene in the snow white lotus and every detail, she said. Maybe she likes and all her inner world and real life has a different, but after all, is there; there is the last word. In fact, everyone has an inner world of the Pure Land, like the white lotus love snow, snow white and look like white lotus in full bloom; but others did not know it.