Rewrite 2: Sitting in the pavilion and looking at the lotus flowers in various poses, I only feel deeply attracted by the lotus flowers in front of me-some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely. 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!
Rewrite 3: The red sun, against the rosy clouds, drops bit by bit, like a red balloon about to leak in A Le, slowly drops, and like a shy little girl, slowly hiding in the hills and unwilling to leave. Not far away, there is a beautiful hexagonal pavilion, which shines against the sunrise. The top corner of the pavilion and the sunset complement each other, forming a beautiful light ring in the sky.
There is a clear river around the pavilion. The river rippled slightly. Like a magician, the sunset glow sprinkled countless bright spots on the river, which was intoxicating ... There were bursts of songs on the river. Who is singing? Looking inside, it turned out to be a woman sitting on a boat. She wore a stripped coat and rolled up her sleeves, looking hazy. She is only in her early twenties. There is also a pot of wine in the bow. She enjoyed the beautiful scenery while punting, so carefree!
It's getting dark, and there are herons crying from time to time in my ears ... gradually, the herons are also tired and hiding in the lotus. This woman is also a little tired, and her interest is gradually weakening. She looked up, and it was already dark, so she remembered to go home. Then where is the way home? She was a little anxious, rowing and rowing, and accidentally rowed into the dense lotus root, unable to find the direction, and then rowed and rowed hard. ...
"In droves-"awakened a large group of European herons and flew into the deep darkness. ...
Respondent: 292571151-probation period level 1 3-1511.
Everyone says I write well. In my opinion, I am Li Qingzhao, thank you for your compliment. My life has experienced two dynasties, the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty. During the Northern Song Dynasty, I was very young, only 25 or 6 years old. I write lyrics and learn painting with my husband Zhao Mingcheng, and my life is very leisurely. My friend invited me to the river again.
On that day, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. My friends and I sat in the Qingfeng Pavilion by the stream, enjoying the beautiful scenery, and at the same time singing poems and painting with my friends. By the lotus pond, willows are swaying in the wind.
Looking at this wonderful scene, tasting the Millennium aging, I was deeply intoxicated by it, as if I had become a lotus, dancing in the breeze. 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. Although I am wearing a cotton cloak, the wind blowing from time to time at night makes me feel a little cold. I waddled onto the boat alone. I'm still a little drunk at this time, and I've forgotten the route home. I have to move on with a vague memory. However, the hand that paddles doesn't listen to the command. You let it shake to the north, but it turns against you and shakes the paddle to the south. In a trance, I actually rocked the boat to the depths of the lotus root.