Story: High School Student Full Marks Essay: ‘A Single Drop of Water Through Dongting Lake’
I am a snowflake, gently falling onto the summit of Mount Lianyun.
One day, when I woke up, I found myself frozen into a small, glittering piece of ice, and mingled with more ice, becoming part of the Mount Lianyun Glacier. I looked down, seeing the vast expanse of Dongting Lake, seeing buildings and roads. At that time, the warm sunlight shone on me, and I melted into a drop of water, in my memory, my previous life was also a drop of water.
Yes, I was transformed into a drop of water again. I rolled off the snow mountain, along the way, I experienced many things: I saw pine trees, smelled the fragrance of camellias, heard the chirping of cuckoos, and touched the soft soil. But, I heard many people riding in carriages saying: Baoling City, Baoling City. That's really an ancient city. From Baoling and Yuezhou, it became today's Yueyang. Continuing forward, at the shore of Dongting Lake, a group of people were carrying wood to drive to the other side. Later I knew that at that time was the Tang Dynasty, when Tang Taizong sent people to lead the people to build the famous Yueyang Tower in the world. After Yueyang Tower was built, a poet named Fan Zhongyan came and wrote about Yueyang Tower in books, making its name spread throughout the world.
I was moving forward along the Dongting Lake, suddenly, I went black, I seemed to have fallen into a well. At the bottom, was infinite darkness. So, in the silence and darkness, I fell asleep again.
After waking up again, it had been 1000 years.
I was awakened by the voices of people. I and other waters emerged from a hot spring, climbed to the surface of the water, saw many different people. I looked outwards, saw Yueyang Tower on the lakeside, saw Mount Junshan in the lake, saw Lianyun Mountain, with a majestic and desolate atmosphere, beautiful and exquisite.
At that time, Yueyang was a larger city, and now people from all over China and the world come to Yueyang to see it.
Following the Dongting Lake, I came to Mount Junshan Island.
At the foot of the island, I couldn't help but stop. It was listed as the tenth blessed land in the world by 'Dao Shu', though small in the 800-mile Dongting, it was still. I circled it, discovered many ancient sites: the earliest known Chinese rock carvings, Starry Cloud Diagrams, Neolithic ruins... Generations of writers and poets surrounded Junshan, writing and composing poems about it, or engraving scriptures on stone. On the island, there was an endless expanse of purple lavender, clusters of fragrant orchids, and a small stream that swirled, creating a mysterious and captivating sacred realm.
We had to leave, although we were reluctant, the journey continued, I arrived at Baoling Square on the shore of Dongting Lake.
In the center of the square stood the sculpture of 'Hou Yi Shooting the Serpent'. Children couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Following the footsteps of people, I passed through an old door and entered a bustling pedestrian street. I passed a stall where an old man painted with a large spoon on a whiteboard; I passed a shop where a small vendor selected good tea leaves with a sieve, it was Junshan Silver Needle, and I could still smell the faint fragrance; I passed a shop selling jade ornaments. I wanted to stop and see how Junshan Silver Needle tea was brewed. But I couldn't stop, I didn't see it. I really wanted to stop, to be mixed into the tea water, to infuse the tea with Junshan Silver Needle's rich and mellow fragrance, to be tasted by people.
At dusk, the setting sun sank into the earth, and the remaining clouds were illuminated by the setting sun's afterglow, and a dark purple hue remained. A short while later, at this time, only a trace of dark remained, and the sky drew an outline with it.
At night, with the lights flickering, people sang and danced joyfully, without any regret, the night was cool as water, and the heart was quiet as water.
Soon I and more water flowed towards the distance, I looked up, it was ', . , .'
