This is a poem recalling the past. A few words seem to pop up at random, but in fact they are as precious as gold, and every sentence contains profound meaning. The first two sentences, write intoxicated and excited mood. Then I wrote "Xing Jin" and went home. I also "strayed" into the depths of the lotus pond, which was even more fascinating. The last sentence, innocence, endless. There are two existing Li Qingzhao's Dreams, both of which are written to remember the tour. They are drunk, beautiful, fresh and unique. This song "Like a Dream" expresses the interest and artistic conception of Li Qingzhao's early life in a unique way. The realm is beautiful and pleasant, giving people enough beautiful enjoyment with a short scale. The phrase "Chang Ji" is plain, natural and harmonious, which naturally leads readers to the realm of words she created. "Long Ji" clearly stated that the location was "Xiting" and the time was "Sunset". After the party, the author was too drunk to recognize the way back. The word "intoxicated" expresses the author's inner joy, and "I don't know the way home" also conveys the author's lingering feelings with twists and turns. It seems that this is a very pleasant trip and left a deep impression on the author. Sure enough, the following two sentences "Xing Jin" took this interest to a higher level, and Xing Jin returned to the ship. So, what about Xing Jin? It just means that you are interested and don't want to go back to the boat. The sentence of "going astray" is fluent and natural, and there is no trace of axe chisel. It echoes the previous sentence of "I don't know the way back" and shows the hero's forgetfulness. There is a boat swaying among the blooming lotus flowers, and there are young talented women on board. Such beautiful scenery suddenly rises and falls, and it is ready to come out. Two "struggles" in a row express the anxiety of the protagonist who is eager to find a way out from the lost road. It is precisely because of the "struggle for crossing" that "a beach of gulls and herons was awakened", scaring off all the waterfowl parked on the island. At this point, the words came to an abrupt end, and the words were endless and intriguing. The words in this poem are concise, only a few fragments are selected, and the touching scenery and the author's happy mood are combined to write the author's good mood when he was young, which makes people want to go boating with her and indulge in it. As the saying goes, "the feelings of teenagers are born", this poem is full of natural beauty without carving.
Note: I may not be very beautiful in this sentence. Let me expand it a little.
If you are making up a story, write it like this.
I often think of when I was drinking in Xiting-
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.