Life is a wandering journey, and meeting everyone is a beautiful accident. The experience of meeting a late lotus at Daming Lake is enough for me to walk happily in this wandering center. In early autumn, I met with my old friends in Daming Lake, Jinan, Shandong. I went boating in the upper reaches of the lake, but my mind was not on the scene. The distant mountains lost their trail at the junction of water and sky, the mist in the morning was lazily filled, and the original endless birdsong gradually calmed down. I couldn't help feeling bored. I greeted my friends and went ashore alone. Unconsciously, I walked to a bluestone arch bridge and put my elbows on the railing. The breeze blew, as if blowing away something, and a pool of lotus ponds appeared in front of me. "Where's Lian?" I was pleasantly surprised, and then I thought about it and began to look around for the beautiful image of Lotus. But when you look around, it's full of withered lotus leaves, like a stream of withered green ink, which is quickly rendered and drifts aimlessly on the dead water surface. There is neither vitality of "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the lotus flowers are red in the sun" nor interest of "Xiao He only shows sharp corners", leaving only a few minutes of desolation and a few rays of "cold". In the expectation of meeting Lian, I was a little late after all. I was thinking so disheartened that I was going to leave this desolate place. Suddenly, the wind came, just like blowing the curtain of the stage: a pool of lotus leaves in early autumn pushed and squeezed each other, making a rustling sound. In the distance, a graceful lotus appeared in front of my eyes, as motionless as Tsing Yi. Thousands of lotus leaves bowed sideways, and she walked out of the curtain like a light makeup ornament, and walked towards me, with her hands and eyes moving like water, singing and doing everything, and three layers of red petals dancing around the stamen; Like a charming Hua Dan, swaying with the wind, it made a dazzling debut in the embrace and exclamations of lotus leaves ... A Hua Dan in Tsing Yi, a gripping Peking Opera was slowly staged in the gradually dispersed mist. That's a late lotus. After all, we met, and the flowers and people looked at each other quietly. I smiled at her as if I understood something. This so-called flower comes out of the mud and is not stained. This so-called human place is muddy and out of reach. People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and there is no change in life. Even the lotus I met will eventually sleep in the mud, starting again and again year after year. But isn't this the beauty of meeting? Meeting each other is a kind of fate, even in the wrong time, wrong place and wrong season. Cherish those beautiful things you have met, which are precious scenery in your rambling journey.