Stroll by the West Lake

The willow catkins on the broken bridge, the drizzle among the wutong leaves, the boats on the lake, the branches across, the most memorable should belong to the West Lake.

The West Lake in midsummer, of course, is not a paradise on earth. The whole body is wrapped in a thick layer of hot air, and only a few hot air can be fanned out. However, the hot air is more heavy, and you can't see the light on your feet, but you can still feel the warm heat, which seems more uncomfortable than the scorching sun.

A boat with one leaf is a boat with two OARS. The laying of the ship was perhaps a little rudimentary, and a few bits of cotton wool were floating away on the breeze from the tattered cushions. I'm afraid this is Jiangnan slim and weak bar, not loud singing, just holding the boat, closed eyes thinking, such as willow in the gentle warbler. The lake flowing quietly, people think of is not satin, or warm jade, but more like a cold several hours of salted duck egg shell, still some warm touch. West Lake fish, most of them are giant mouth fine scale perch, it is said that Wu "the perch", I do not know whether Zhang Jiying knows the perch in Xizi Lake?

Sunset together, the lake group scales competing Yue, everywhere is silver glittering fish scales, fish head broke the water, along the tide. The lake is like a magnet, living to catch the fish, not a little friction, is still lightly sinking, no wonder the lake can not afford waves. The lake seems to be green eyes, can not distinguish the deep ridges, only the road is still Ying Ying spring water, light spring mountain.

Heaven and earth suddenly "spin wipe red makeup", Hongxia Yan Yan expanded most of the sky, some gray clouds were reflected in some spirit, as if to talk with people. The willows on the edge of the embankment seemed to have no place to vent general, leaning against the wall of the family with faded paint. Who would know that five miles away in the bustling city of hundreds of high-rise buildings, but here only sparse two or three homes. This is where seclusion comes in.

The red glow gradually dispersed, and the clouds hurried to cover the rest of the red light. The sky was cold and clear, but I could see some struggling lights between the dense clouds, the Baoshu steeply-pointed top, too, was dim, like a red glow thrown off, so the night came slowly. Bald top son, thin body, veritable, keep lady quiet and demure. She is not as majestic as Teng Wang Pavilion and Yellow Crane Tower, both of which are too aggressive, and not only too hard, but also messy. She is, after all, a small pagoda by the West Lake. Stepping on the lotus pond in the fields, it is natural to carve and decorate, which gives people a more intimate feeling.

Walking West Lake shore, far away from the high-rise study, left and right look, overlooking and looking up, are flowing Jiangnan beauty. I remember that Zhang Dai in the Ming Dynasty had a special love for the West Lake. "It has been twenty-eight years since I was away from the West Lake, but the West Lake never fails to haunt me in my dreams. So, a "West Lake Dream" was born, no wonder some people say that "all the cloud author crazy, who solve the flavor". From North West Lake Road to the exterior of West Lake, every scenic spot was left in the book, Lin Bu, Su Shi, Bai Juyi, Liu Yong... Poets go into books. The first place to travel in the summer vacation is still Hangzhou, although the heat, but at twilight, can have such a stop to stare, fantasizing, is also beautiful! These literati and poets seem to be in front of them, they for the open-minded search of life, or plum wife crane son, seclusion mountain; "Or" the boat died from now on, Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life "; Or be demoted here, still want to dredge the river, make a difference. Now that I think about it, it's still impressive.

"If you can't get to Hangzhou, half of it is the lake."

Dream of the West Lake, but I do not know the dream has been driving a boat short, lingering in the West Lake.