In the autumn when I was picking lotus in Nantang, the lotus flowers were over my head. I lowered my head to get the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds were as clear as water. The lotus grows old and becomes a lotus pod, allowing others to peel off the lotus seeds. The lotus root sleeps underground forever, donating its body to the next spring, but its soul can be reunited with the lotus. At the end of the story, did the boy who crossed the river to pick hibiscus see his wife? The lotus has not yet finished blooming its story, and the lotus seeds have not yet condensed the poignancy of the story. The author will tell you about it.