Often do I recollect the time I was  amusing myself in a pavilion  beside the stream at sunset.  Heavily drunk, I hardly knew  which way to go back.   When, with flagging mood to stay,  I turned my boat in the stream homeward,  I was misled into a place thick with  lotus flowers. People striving to be the first to ferry  scared gulls and egrets to hover over  the beach.

　

By Li Qingzhao   Song Dynasty