In June, lotus flowers filled the lake, and red and green fans reflected clear waves. Mulan's boat is like a flower girl, and the lotus house is full of love. The wind lotus in Quyuan-raising eyebrows to smell the aroma of old wine in the spring breeze, stepping on the dew of tender grass in the morning, strolling through the jade belt of the West Lake, looking at the clouds around the north and south peaks. On the road paved with Millennium incense, there is sparse and messy wormwood, which extends all the way to the new green larch forest, where a touch of Xiangxi flows. Stepping on the flat bridge made of Chinese fir, I caught a glimpse of a crescent eyebrow with dark green eyes staring at the tourists who came to visit. Stone bridge railings worry about elbows and arms, pouring out endless words for thousands of years; The seagull's wings touched the water, enclosing books that could not be read for thousands of years. Under the tortuous stone bridge, long sleeves are pulled like clear waves, and the graceful wind load between clear waves is changing the graceful posture. The breeze rubbed the fresh green leaves, like an oil umbrella propped up by a boudoir girl, covering the bright and dazzling lake waves and shy and affectionate lips. The water waves bounce off the green leaves, just like the skirt of a cheerful girl, revealing the delicate and provocative jade feet, exuding the passion of youth. In Wu Nongyue's words, the delicate swallows are combing the floating willow moss, telling the love they admire each other and enjoying themselves in the high sky and green water. The fat frog climbed on the leaf surface, stared at the lovers coming, made a fuss without understanding the amorous feelings, and told the Iraqis to get out of the way and lean on their shoulders. Melodious guzheng sounds slowly floated out, playing the melody of the first Tang Dynasty and then Song Dynasty, hovering on a green lotus root and lingering in the half-carved terrace and waterside pavilion.