It was another dusk. The poetess Li Qingzhao stood in front of the window, looking at the stream. She didn’t know what was going on in the pavilion by the stream. She gradually recalled the past events that flowed by like a stream. ...
"Hehehehe...you are right..." From time to time, cheerful laughter came from the distance. Who was it? It turned out to be the female lyricist Li Qingzhao and her good friends. It was so lively to recite poems and compete against each other. "Come on, you lose, you will be punished with three drinks." "Ha, you also lost, you will be punished with drinks." Gradually, several literati became slightly drunk, and the sunset began to get drunk as well. Her face was flushed. The light became softer and no longer dazzling. It shone on the stream, which flowed like amber. It shone on several literati, making them appear more energetic. But after all, there is no feast that lasts, everyone. They had to separate eventually. It was getting late, and Li Qingzhao said goodbye to all his friends.
But Li Qingzhao was already drunk and was staggering on the boat. He finally stumbled onto the boat, but he couldn't even tell the way. After clearing up, the world was spinning in front of my eyes, spinning so hard that I couldn't even tell the direction. The friends put the oar in Li Qingzhao's hands, and then watched her swing the oar and zigzag forward.
The lotus flowers around her were blooming. They were crowded together and surrounded by each other. The dusk sun shone softly on it, and the gold, pink and green were combined, and the beauty was unstoppable. At this time, Li Qingzhao was suddenly startled, and he seemed to have woken up from the wine. How could he be in the lotus pond? It turned out that Li Qingzhao was drunk and accidentally looked at the wrong road and entered the lotus pond. Li Qingzhao finally woke up completely. She held the oar tightly and rowed as fast as possible, trying to get out as soon as possible. Who knows, perched on the lotus pond A group of egrets on the beach were frightened by her. They spread their wings and flew up, shouting non-stop. At this time, the four colors of gold, pink, green and white merged here. How beautiful the world is!
It was getting late, and Li Qingzhao, who was standing in front of the window, closed the window and prepared to take a rest.
In the Catkin Spring, the level is like a mirror. Gazing at this pool of clear water, I can’t help but recall that scene. An interesting childhood story... That day, it was the midsummer evening, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the red light in the courtyard. My sister, brother, and I made an appointment to go boating in the catkin spring. When we came to the spring, we couldn't help but marvel: What an intoxicating scene. Landscape painting! The setting sun coats the sparkling pool water with a golden edge, which is so beautiful that people are fascinated by it. The clear waterside is dotted with strange rocks in various shapes, which is endlessly admirable. The strange rocks evoke endless associations in me, sister, My younger brother couldn't help but named them: Monster Stone, Admiralty Stone, Little Camel... We were having a great time, and I suddenly realized that time was passing by with the flowing water, and a ray of setting sun was gradually sinking, and it was getting late. We were just satisfied and were about to go back in the boat. Unexpectedly, as night fell, I couldn't see the way back clearly! In panic, I rowed the oars hard and sailed the boat into the lotus bush. I was dazzled when I looked up. Stop, we turned around and the leaves were full. Although it was a beautiful scene where the moon was closed and the flowers were shy, we had no intention of admiring it again. Unknowingly, I rowed deeper and deeper and accidentally broke into the depths of the lotus bush. I became more and more panicked. I was about to paddle again when suddenly, a group of waterbirds flew up. They must have been frightened. Little did they know that "people are frightened and birds are frightened"! We were also frightened. We saw how embarrassed they were. , we suddenly turned from surprise to joy, and all of us giggled... We all calmed down together, searched carefully, and finally found the way home. I rowed the boat happily, and I rowed the boat with my sister and brother. There was laughter and laughter on the road, and I returned home. After I came back, I still couldn't help it, and the scene at that time appeared in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but pick up the pen and wrote a short poem "Like a Dream", recording I remember this interesting childhood incident. I pulled myself out of my thoughts. The setting sun was still the same and the pool water was still the same. Alas, this is the first time I have recalled this incident!