Imagine according to Li Qingzhao's Dream, and describe the scene in his own language.

The default classification of dreaming 21-3-17 19:52:1 Reading 3 Comments font size: large, medium and small

I sat at the window, staring blankly at the drizzle outside the window, thinking of my pleasant life as a girl.

I remember that it was a summer day. I was in a good mood, prepared a pot of small sprinkles, a small cup, put on a cloak and rowed a boat to a small pavilion in the lotus pond. The scene is simply beautiful: the lotus pond is in full bloom with various lotus flowers, some of which are ashamed to let go, and the pink buds are fresh and lovely; Some just bloom, and a few butterflies can't wait to get in; The blooming lotus is white, pure, sweet and lovable; While the petals of the lotus that had been in full swing before faded, the lotus still stood upright in the lotus leaf, and the lotus was covered with small particles like emeralds, which was the seed that gave birth to new life ... I was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me, sipped it and sang a poem by Yang Wanli at the same time as me: "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in red in the next day!" I sipped and sang poems to enjoy the scenery, so I was happy.

In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting. I quickly packed my things and set foot on the boat to go home. I don't know, because I drank too much, I accidentally strayed into the depths of the lotus pond, regardless of the southeast and northwest. Hey, where is this? I turned around and rowed, turned and turned, and turned to the original place. My head was getting dizzy! Looking up again, there are several stars shining in the sky, and my heart is very anxious: what should I do? What should we do? Mom and dad are still waiting for me to go home for dinner!

I'm afraid I beat the water with my paddle so loudly that I woke up a pool of sleeping waterfowl. The timid fluttered away and found another place to live. A little bolder, he flew to "spy" for a while, and then went back to his nest to dream his dream. It seemed to understand that I was a lost little girl and posed no threat to him. And some kind-hearted, "oh-oh" called a few times, as if to remind me: "calm, calm will definitely go home!" It's strange that my mind suddenly became cold and cheerless, and it was not as chaotic as it was just now.

After some twists and turns, I finally got home ...

I can't forget that experience!