The sun makes us think of it as a balloon hanging on the horizon.

It's early summer, and the mild cold wind has blown away the heat and tranquility of summer. The burning sun in the sky, like a red balloon in A Le, hangs leisurely on the horizon, and cicadas are humming a cheerful tune in the tree, which makes people upset. On this day, when the weather was cold, I asked my friends to go for an outing. We rowed and came to the pavilion by the stream with great interest. There is no one beside the simple pavilion. We sat in the gazebo, talking and laughing, one for you and one for me, and drank wine. Everyone drank to their heart's content. Drinking, of course, singing poetry. The clear lake is as calm as a transparent mirror. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and ripples appeared on the lake, which made us feel very comfortable. Unconsciously, it was getting dark bit by bit. The sun, which had been active all day, hung on the horizon of the sea, with a crooked face, as if yawning and wanting to sleep. It was very late when we looked up at the sky, but we were already immersed in this sunset with afterglow, which was really intoxicating. But we had to leave sooner or later, so we all staggered to the boat. We came to the lotus pond unnoticed. I saw the lotus flowers, some graceful, like a charming little girl; Some are just in bud, like a shy little girl; Some of them are slim and graceful, like a slim little woman ... Lotus flowers are all kinds of shapes, really beautiful, which makes us intoxicated and don't want to leave. Beside the graceful lotus, there are a group of lovely seagulls and herons. They are playing freely, and some are perched on the lotus leaves. We rowed too fast and disturbed the beautiful seagulls. They flapped their wings and flew to the shore, looking back at us intoxicated, as if to say, "Goodbye! Dear friends! " Finally, they flew up, drew a bright arc in the sun, soared freely in the sky and flew away ... We rowed the boat home, although we had already gone home, but we were still intoxicated in the happy world just now. Therefore, since I am full of poetry, I immediately raised my brush and wrote a poem "Like a Dream": I always remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know how to go home when I am intoxicated. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. I can't forget this poem for a long time.