Folding lotus leaves to make a cool hat, sitting barefoot on the side of the boat, the lake is clear and full, and it flows between your toes. It's cool and slippery. It's really a good silk and satin, and it's wonderful to forget it. When you are in a good mood, singing folk songs is like singing a spring river, singing a small river rushing, singing at random, forgetting the words and running out of tune. It is found that what can best express emotions in nature is not grand western music, nor sad pop songs, but our indigenous folk songs, which roar on the mountains, hum a song on the lake, splash after splash, splash and fall.
there is an island in the middle of the lake. I didn't see the residents, but there were a bunch of grapes, which were densely knotted, with more green and less purple. I picked one and my mouth was so sour that I couldn't find my teeth. There are small plots of well-cultivated vegetable fields, beans covered with bean racks, and small cucumbers with burrs, with a small yellow flower hanging from the pedicel. Intentionally plucking to quench thirst, I don't know where the owner is going. Perhaps the fishermen came to plant it and went fishing in the lake. There was a boat passing silently across the street, and there were three people sitting inside, each with a snakeskin bag on his head. The midday sun shone straight, and they sat straight without saying a word, like the confrontation between two masters in a martial arts film.
lunch is eaten in a small restaurant near the river. The mung bean soju by Luoma Lake is famous. In the past, the palace served wine, and it is said that the craft has been lost. Today's people who are eager for quick success are just imitation wine, so don't drink it. Scrambled eggs with whitebait are genuine. Luoma lake's small whitebait, as pure silver' fish. Grass eggs by the lake are really golden eggs. A plate of whitebait scrambled eggs, like a golden breeze and dew meeting, won countless victories in one go. In addition, fresh crucian carp and flower fish are cooked with cheep-gawkish fish. At the end, only a few complete fish bones are left, standing in the soup, and the white fishbones are arranged in an orderly manner, like a sneer, looking at the cups and lamps on the table.
go home at dusk. The setting sun is shining, and deep in the smoke, there is a thousand-year-old ancient town Yaowan, which is a sigh left over from history, so don't say it. What needs to be recorded is only the beautiful scenery of this day, just the waves and clouds of this lake, just the graceful lotus of this season.