Strolling in the Rain at the Old Summer Palace

In the early morning, fine raindrops fell like silver needles, covering this ancient royal garden with a hazy gauze. The ripples on the lake surface spread gently, like an ink painting crumpled by the wind, with circles of ripples overlapping, as if humming a long poem. Raindrops fell on the lotus leaves, gathered into crystal dewdrops, and slid down the veins of the leaves, making a "tick-tick" sound, like the sound of a piano in nature. The lotus flowers in the distance were in bud, and they looked particularly shy in the drizzle. The pink and white petals opened slightly, as if breathing the moist air, waiting for a blooming ceremony. Lake surface: mirror and poem in the rain The light rain gradually turned into moderate rain, and the lake surface became a dynamic ink painting. The ripples on the lake surface continued to spread, and the raindrops were like countless tiny painters, using silver-gray brushstrokes to outline circles of ripples on the lake surface. Occasionally, a koi poked its head out, breaking the calmness of the water surface, leaving a fleeting arc. The willow trees on the shore drooped in the rain, their branches brushing the water, as if whispering to the lake. The shadow of the bridge in the distance was reflected in the water, swaying gently with the ripples, like a flowing painting. Visitors: taking shelter from the rain and watching quietly There were few visitors in the Old Summer Palace in the rain. The scene of tourists taking shelter from the rain was particularly interesting: some hid under the eaves of the pavilion, staring at the rain curtain in a daze; some held oil-paper umbrellas and stopped by the lotus pond, with a layer of fine water droplets on the umbrella, like a blooming transparent flower. Children wearing rain boots jumped in the stagnant water, splashing water, and their laughter was as clear as bells. The elderly sat on the bench, quietly looking at the lake, with a kind of tranquility in their eyes that had been precipitated by the years. Lotus leaves: swaying green skirts The swaying lotus leaves are another scenery of the Old Summer Palace in the rain. Raindrops hit the lotus leaves, making a "pa pa" sound, and the leaves sway gently, like dancers in green skirts dancing in the rain. Some lotus leaves are weighed down by the rain, like open green umbrellas; others stand stubbornly, and the water drops on the leaves accumulate and eventually roll down, taking away a trace of dust. In the gaps between the lotus leaves, a few lotus buds occasionally appear, like shy girls, hiding under the protection of green leaves. Koi: The elves in the water The koi in the lake are particularly lively in the rain. They don't seem to care about the disturbance of raindrops, but instead swim under the water, sometimes jumping out of the water, splashing a string of water, like a silver meteor passing by. The scales of the koi glimmer in the rain, contrasting with the dew on the lotus leaves. Their tails swing gently, as if conducting a silent concert, and the raindrops are the best accompaniment for this performance. Buds waiting to bloom: waiting for flowers to bloom The buds of lotus flowers are the highlight of this rainy travelogue. The lotus flowers in the rain look particularly fresh, and the pink and white petals are fuller under the nourishment of rain, as if they have absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Some buds have opened slightly, revealing tender yellow stamens, like butterflies that have just woken up and are about to spread their wings and fly. The drizzle casts a veil over the lotus flowers, making them look more mysterious and elegant. Thoughts in the rain Walking in the Old Summer Palace in the rain, the pace slows down unconsciously. Tranquility and comfort are the most real feelings here. The sound of rain, wind, and lotus leaves are intertwined, as if it is a symphony of nature. The air is filled with the fragrance of soil and the fragrance of lotus flowers, which makes people can't help but take a deep breath, as if breathing the breath of the whole summer into their lungs. Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping passes through the rain curtain, crisp and distant, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet garden. The Old Summer Palace in the rain is a flowing painting and a silent poem. Here, time seems to slow down, and the hustle and bustle is washed away by the rain, leaving only tranquility and beauty. The lotus buds, the ripples on the lake, the tourists taking shelter from the rain, the swaying lotus leaves, and the koi in the lake, these scenes together constitute a feast in the rain, which makes people linger and feel happy.