How to rewrite the drunken book of Wang Hu Tower on June 27th into a narrative?

Today is June 27th, a sunny day. The sun is shining and everything looks so beautiful. How can I let this wonderful time pass in vain?

So, I boarded the Wang Hu Building early in the morning. Wang Hu Building is located near the West Lake. When you climb up, you can see the panoramic view of the West Lake.

I've been wanting to visit here for a long time.

The waiter brought the wine, but it was only a faint water wine, but I drank it to my heart's content one after another.

Ha! How much sadness can life have, just like a river flowing eastward! I haven't had a good drink for a long time!

I didn't drink much and soon got a little drunk.

I continue to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. It's early summer, and the lotus is in full bloom, and it is crowded with the whole lake. Lotus is accompanied by lotus leaves, swaying gently in the breeze.

I don't want the sky that was just sunny to suddenly change face. The dark clouds in the sky gather together and are as black as ink. Dark clouds rolled in, accompanied by crackling thunder.

Dark clouds covered the sky.

Dark clouds developed from here, so fast that in the blink of an eye, the mountains in the distance were shrouded. I suddenly heard the sound of rain.

What a heavy rain!

It rained heavily and quickly, and soon it turned into a downpour. Transparent raindrops are as white as pearls, beating like beads and jumping into the boat.

It's raining harder and harder, banging-there are more and more beating pearls, and there seems to be a water curtain in front of my eyes.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up on the ground. The wind seems to be spiritual, and it blows away the dark clouds and falling raindrops in the sky at once.

A blush appeared on the horizon and broke through the clouds. The sun appeared again.

The rain came and went quickly, and people didn't react. They just felt as if they had had a wonderful dream!

Yes, it's just that water is dripping from the eaves and the ground is wet.

Before walking to the balcony, I held the railing and looked into the distance. At this time, I don't know if it is because of a rain. At this time, the West Lake looks so vast. Water becomes sky in the distance, and sky becomes water in the distance. Water is like sky, sky is like water, water and sky are connected, how spectacular!

The Wang Hu Tower is not as spectacular as the Yellow Crane Tower, but there is always beauty. The Yellow Crane Tower has "the yellow crane will never return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly." Li Bai, the immortal poet, can only be written off, and Wang Hu Building should also have a poem!

I, Su Shi, with a half-drunk and half-awake look, wrote a poem upstairs in Wang Hu:

Drunk book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.

Dark clouds can't hide the mountains.

Bai Yu jumped into the boat.

The wind comes and blows away,

Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.

After writing, I put pen to paper, waved my sleeves and laughed-I wonder if this poem can become a representative of Wang Hu architecture and even the West Lake like the Yellow Crane Tower written by Cui Haobi? Ha ha!