I slept under the West Lake for thousands of years, and when I woke up I forgot who I was.
When Du Huan came, I was sitting on the lake with a lotus leaf mat on my head to cool off. I remember that the sun was bright and golden that day, reflecting the swaying waves of the water, making everything look golden and bright. I buried myself in the sky to catch the lotus leaves, lowered my head to peel the lotus seeds, and the song of the lotus picking girl in the distance was scattered into the lotus wind. Then Du Huan, with fluttering clothes, stepped on the clouds and stopped in front of me, like a water chestnut with the skin removed, white and tender.
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