One day in late March this year, I went to the West Lake and walked along the cloister of Mao Mao Liu Zhuang Garden. The thin rain keeps falling, silently and invisibly, quietly on trees, grass and flowers. Under the cloister, I just felt a little wet. Being in the realm of the middle way, it is quite appropriate and vivid to recall the taste of the poem "I want to wet my skirt, and I have a bright future." However, this is just "getting wet". I don't know where the "blowing breeze" has blown to Guanshan. The blooming apricot flowers, as white as snow, are particularly beautiful among the green trees. The drizzle condensed into small drops on the flower bones, crystal clear. The water drops on the leaves trembled and rolled down from time to time. Distant mountains near water, pavilions, a quiet, enjoying the caress of drizzle. There is no wave on the surface of the West Lake, and the weeping willows are graceful on the shore, which is less bright and more subtle. The drizzle is falling slowly, like a shy girl, hiding behind trees and flowers, quietly dyeing the lakes and mountains. This is a gentle beauty that nourishes and nurtures people. People's internal organs and limbs, as if rooted in the wet soil of flowers and trees, bear the love of nature, breathe the fragrance of vegetation, blend the soul with the drizzle and melt into the ethereal green world.
It rains lightly at night. Open the curtains, open the windows, let the cool wind blow in and let the rain drop in. Looking at the West Lake, strings of lights are reflected in the water, which is not very clear, but the rain rustles. The light rain is tight and slow, and the sound of rain is heavy and light. The branches under the window trembled slightly in the light rain. When the light rain becomes intermittent, you can hear the sound of water dripping on the concrete floor, on the eaves, on the trees and by the West Lake. However, the light rain blurred the night view of the West Lake, and Su Causeway only showed a looming shadow. The lights on the shore opposite the lake were scattered and flashing. The water in the light rain is long and mysterious.
The beauty of light rain and the beauty of the night scene of the West Lake blend together, which is a seamless and hazy beauty. This light rain brings people to the hazy world. The rain is hazy, the scenery is hazy, and people are hazy. In the hazy light rain, I fell asleep and enjoyed the artistic conception of "listening to the spring rain all night in the small building and selling apricot flowers in the open alley"
The heavy rain in the West Lake is another scene. I once visited the West Lake in June, which was the poetry and painting season of "It rains at home in Huangmei season and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond". It rains constantly at ordinary times, so it is rare to have a sunny day. Listening to frogs at night is also a pleasure. After a morning, the light rain became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the sound of heavy rain from far to near, the sky poured down, and it rained cats and dogs in an instant. Like an ink painting of the West Lake, it was washed to a vague outline, and the rain feet on the lake and the lakeside stirred up clouds of white water mist, which rose upward and spread everywhere. The heavy rain opened hundreds of rain curtains, falling from the sky and fluttering in the east and west. In a short time, the West Lake disappeared, the plantain disappeared, and all kinds of vegetation disappeared. Only the heavy rain splashed and jumped, and the sky and the earth were misty and rainy. This kind of beauty is very strange. Is this the beauty of confusion? People are eager to try and want to devote themselves to this confused misty rain to explore the truth. Is this illusory beauty? The world disappeared in an instant, and only the heavy rain made Sunday make a loud noise. Where is the West Lake? Qingshan is here? Who knows the direction of the boat painting?
After the rain cleared, the West Lake washed away by the rainstorm reappeared under the blue sky, becoming graceful, clean as jasper, lovely as orchids, graceful and affectionate as a beautiful woman who just came out of the bath. All people's troubles and distractions have also been washed away, and the soul returns to this beautiful world with everything in bright and lovely beauty. (Published in People's Daily Literature Edition)