The boat is clear and the lake is sparkling.
The man held up a white lotus, brushed the heart of the lotus with his cool fingertips, and smiled and asked the young man in front of him
"When can I pick you like this clear lotus?"
The young man picked up a glass of light wine. The breeze blew by, and the dark green hair brushed his cheeks. He snatched the white lotus and put the wine into the man's hand.
"Okay! I will promise you when you plant all the white lotus trees next to my Jingqing Palace!"
The young man held the white lotus to the tip of his nose.
The man drank the wine and looked at him gently.
"Okay!"
The boat rowed slowly towards the white lotus group, and the light laughter floated into the distance...