Today, I suddenly want to go to the next county to see the lotus, this county is about to engage in characteristic industries, all the farmland in the county is raised lotus ponds, and it is very beautiful in summer, and I will go to see it every year in recent years. After driving all the way, entering the gap of a hill, I saw a cluster of white walls and black tiles around the peaks and peaks on all sides, with it as the center, extending in all directions is full of lotus ponds, stretching endless green, full of lotus leaves - it is too early, it is not yet the season of lotus flowers!

I was groggy at home, and I was confused about my days, only to know that some time ago was the day of loquats, and a few loquat trees in my yard grew to my balcony on the third floor. No one picks its fruit to eat, it crackles and falls down every day, and it is eaten by birds. When I have free time, I get up in the morning and sweep away the fruit that is all over the ground. Later, I slept lazily and no one swept it. One day my dad climbed upstairs to look for me, and I thought he was waking me up, so I jumped up, but he said, "Look, we both stood together by the window and watched a squirrel pick loquat in a tree to eat." It held and ate half of it, and the rest in its mouth ran away along the wall.

It's time for bayberry, the park is full of bayberry trees, a deep red, like a layer of background color precipitated by the sunset on the ground. If no one picks it, the fruit falls to the ground and ferments, creating a wine aroma that spreads far away. In the barren mountains of my hometown, this is the way it is, every time I walk through the forest, I get drunk with alcohol. But in the park of the town, there are always people who want the fruit, and the aunts from all over the country bring their own frames and baskets to pick, and the sound of huhe fills the sky for a full week, like a lively market.

The bayberry in a nearby county is the most famous, and it is said that it is because of the superior water quality. I'm used to being a picky eater, so I only picked two of them this season and ate them, which matured purple-black, and they were really sweet.

But where did I go? I'm talking about lotus flowers! The day of lotus flowers has not come, and the day of lotus root, water chestnut and lotus pod has not come. We were so disappointed that we drove to see a new landscaping project by the nearby river, which was really eye-opening, a large complex of buildings built by a wealthy businessman. The palace made of white stone and mahogany is built on the riverside, with double traffic, carved beams and painted buildings, overlapping and towering like a real palace, each brick is carved with patterns, the pier is floating with pleasure boats, and a huge golden Guanyin is being built on a small island in the middle of the river.

The palace in the middle has a five-story platform, and in the center of the white stone steps leading to the main hall is a royal road like the Forbidden City, and the funny thing is that there are no dragons and phoenixes in the patterns on it, mainly unicorns and cranes. I don't know which angle this is the rule of avoidance. I mean, you see, your house has been built like this, so why be modest with a little decoration!

I walked around this palace complex for an hour, my feet were worn out, and I felt very eye-opening and could be included in the list of "what to spend if there are a billion billions". Unfortunately, the huge inscription on the palace plaque (the Thanksgiving Gate, for example) is the default Song script of the printer - I hope this is temporary! And this huge project has not yet been completed, on the new soil turned over at the edge of the palace, next to the sixteen-hole stone bridge and antique street lamps, the villagers see the stitches, neatly planted with corn, sweet potato vines and pea shelves, beside the gravel pile are drying the shorts of migrant workers, and a flock of clucking flower hens are running in the red soil.

It was an interesting trip, and I forgot that my original intention today was to complain about the difficulty of writing essays! There was only one thing that was rather disappointing, my family drove back, parked at the door, and found that the civilization construction volunteers carrying paint buckets and ladders when they went out had conquered the wall of our house facing the street, and left a propaganda slogan on the white wall: Firmly believe in science, oppose evil cults! It is also a loud Song style, and the last two words are still in red.