There is an urgent need for an 800-word summer travel note, which is about the world of flowers and dances, preferably about lotus flowers.

July is expected and beautiful for me, not only because July is the beginning of summer vacation, but also because July is the season when lotus flowers bloom.

Lotus flowers have no jasmine fragrance, which means that one flower can smoke a room. I don't want to miss the charm of apricot flowers or the brilliance of sunflowers. However, I just like the poetry it contains.

Looking at lotus flowers during the day seems a bit dull and straightforward; Look at the lotus in the fog, it looks too vague and blurred; Watching lotus flowers in the morning seems a bit of a one-man show; It's too quiet to watch lotus flowers at night. Today, I'm going to see lotus flowers in the rain.

In the rain, I heard a cheerful piece of music, like a tinkling river. Today's West Lake is really beautiful! Walking into the lotus pond, the first thing you see is the lotus scattered all over the place. The lotus is pink, white and blue, and the flowers are all so watery. No wonder there is a saying in Lotus, "Mud comes out without staining".

Some lotus flowers in the lotus pond are in bud, like shy girls, blushing like red apples, trying to find a place to hide. The considerate light rain gently covered her with a beautiful veil, which made her feel a little better. Some are only half open, like a baby lying in the arms of a lotus leaf mother and falling asleep. As soon as I get hot, I lift the scarf on my head to show my chubby face. Everything else is open, like the princess wearing a green skirt to the dance!

Look at the lotus leaf-shaped boat floating on the water below the lotus flower. In the light rain, pieces of Ye Er are like jasper plates, which are inlaid with many transparent crystal gems, which are very delicate.

The rain stopped and a rainbow appeared in the sky. It's like a fairy dancing ribbon, and it's almost comparable to the lotus flower! I don't know when several dragonflies flew around on the lotus, adding a bit of romance to this beautiful pool.

It's just that this beauty is not enough to attract me. "Fresh and beautiful, fragrant, ashamed to kill Jolie ladies-in-waiting" apricot flower is more beautiful than her, "I'm afraid of falling asleep at night, so I light a candle and shine red makeup" Haitang is more beautiful than her. But they are just flower pillows, which can't reach the spirit of lotus bones-although the leaves and stems are full of sediment, they are still so proud, and the surrounding chaos can't hide their outstanding charm. Sometimes I really feel sorry for them: most other flowers grow on fertile soil, and their situation is really miserable at this time. However, I can't help but feel happy for them: that's why I have the reputation of "coming out of the mud without dyeing, being clear without demon".

I love lotus, I love it. Love its graceful, charming and fragrant, but also love its implicit poetry and painting.