I sat in the pavilion and looked at all kinds of lotus flowers. I just feel deeply attracted by the lotus in front of me-a little shy, with fresh and lovely pink buds. Some just bloomed, and several butterflies couldn't wait to get in. The oval stamens inside are about an inch long. The blooming lotus is as white, tender, sweet, pure and lovely as a baby's smiling face. What about the bustling lotus before? Although the petals have withered, the lotus still stands in the lotus leaf, which is covered with emerald-like green particles, which are the seeds of new life. From a distance, the lotus is like a big family, with generations living under one roof. These scenes constitute a poetic "summer lotus map".

Looking at this wonderful scene, I was deeply intoxicated with it, as if I had become a lotus flower, dancing under the breeze. I sat in the pavilion, enjoying the beautiful scenery that only exists between heaven and earth, while savoring the aging of the Millennium. I didn't think I would be so drunk. After only a few drinks, I was so drunk that I couldn't sit still. I just feel like I'm on cloud nine, as if I'm in a fairyland on earth. I feel like a fairy again!

Unconsciously, it was getting dark, and it was not until my interest was almost exhausted by the passage of time that I remembered it was time to go home. I waddled into the boat. But at this point, I am still a little drunk, and I have given the route home; It's everywhere. I have to move forward with vague memories. However, the paddler refused to obey orders. You let it shake to the north, but it turns against you and shakes the paddle to the south. You asked it to roll the paddle to the south, but it rolled to the north. The boat stumbled as if it were a toddler. Unexpectedly, I actually rocked the boat to the depths of the lotus root.

At this point, I broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly woke up. I saw myself in the depths of the lotus, surrounded by it. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. I tried my best to row the boat, but the lotus was taller than me, and it didn't help to row. But the sound of my paddle alarmed a group of waterfowl among the lotus leaves, and they flew into the sky.

I collapsed in the cabin like a deflated ball. What should I do in this uninhabited environment? Finally, I had to spend a long night in the cabin.

That night was deeply imprinted on my mind!