A classic essay about the West Lake in Hangzhou: Night Rain in the West Lake
The rain is getting smaller and smaller.
Walk along the lakeside in the night rain of the West Lake.
Seen from a distance, the whole sleeping West Lake is inlaid with faint yellow lights, like a bright necklace.
under the street lamp, a couple are kissing. No one's watching. There is really no one in the West Lake in the rain at the moment, except me. Suddenly remind of a sentence: and as raindrops brighten yellow leaves, the lamp illumines my white head.
It's still raining, and it's woven obliquely. I don't like to open an umbrella, bathe in the cool rain and draw water to the shore. Pebble-paved paths are bumpy, and street lamps are reflected in stagnant water, swaying. Standing by the water's edge, the lake became dignified and precipitated, digesting all the light, so there was no reflection. Everything is black, in the water and in the night sky.
The surrounding street lamps are round, like the fifteenth moon. If it were not for this pillar holding a lamp and hanging high, it would be similar to the moon. Stretching, like a hole floating in January. Ten miles on end, an endless stream. In this rainy night, it seems extraordinarily quiet and distant. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, the river's lake night rain for ten years. I like this "moon", which adds vivid brilliance to this night color. The stars are scattered and exquisite. Du Mu has a famous saying: On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. On such a rainy night, the West Lake is also appropriately poetic.
the rain is beating on the camphor tree on the shore, and the night wind is blowing, and the wind is rustling, and the bones are rustling, like tickling the ears
. In the lake, the withered lotus stalks are extraordinarily cold. On the lake, there are still sparkling waves. Walking along the zigzag bridge, I think of Mr. Zhu's words: on the winding lotus pond, I hope that the leaves of Tian Tian are high in water, like the skirts of graceful dancers? The moonlight in the lotus pond is hazy, and the summer fragrance of the West Lake fills my mind. Walking along the zigzag bridge, the lake beats against the stone shore. At this time, it is a little distance from Nanshan Road. The shade, the lake and the night sky wrapped me thick. The rain caressed her cheek without any hindrance, but she didn't feel cold. Looking up, I saw a thick white cloud, like cotton candy, floating on the West Lake. In the distance, the beautiful image of Baokui Pagoda can be seen in the Baoshi Mountain. Lakes, mountains and mountains, faded colors, soaked by rain, like a dizzy ink landscape. If you hold a boat and wash away to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it will be more like Traveling in a pictorial world.
the wooden boat has long since disappeared after stomping across the dock on the shore. Only the original boat stands. Like a castle in the air suspended on the lake. Fold the bridge again, and it is close to Yongjinmen. The eaves and treetops outside the coffee bar and teahouse are shining with colorful neon, drawing a vague outline. The open-air cafe, theme restaurant and film bar on Nanshan Road are submerged in the bright white light. Such as decorative lights of water curtain, will reflect this road brightly. Hanging lanterns, European churches, ancient archways, antique tea houses, exquisite coffee bars, like restaurants on Chang 'an Avenue, like the left bank of Paris, like scenes in Van Gogh's Starry Sky. And all this, submerged in the noise during the day, submerged in the crowd. At night, lead you to see an extraordinarily silent beauty. It does not usurp the host's role at all, but reflects the West Lake.
I hurried by during the day and refused to look at everything in front of me carefully. Only on this night, the West Lake belongs to me. Only belongs to the night. As Mr. Zhu said, you can think about everything and think about nothing. Living in such a city, I can't help loving Hang Cheng, a beautiful planet that fascinates me. The night rain in the West Lake is enough for you to meditate. There are thousands of images in my mind, flashing with flashes of light. This lake, this rain, this bridge, this person, this cloud and this tree will always turn into many symbols and be swallowed up. The night in the south of the Yangtze River, the rainy night in the West Lake and the rainy night in Gusu are all silent and lonely.
Walking around the West Lake, one person or two people, each has its own comfort and warmth. At that moment of bow, at that moment of low eyebrow.
The classic prose about the West Lake in Hangzhou: West Lake Love
When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I was unprepared for anything. In a hurry, I thought of traveling to the West Lake, opened my notebook with me, lost my route, and couldn't wait to run away.
Dongpo said, "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on light makeup and heavy makeup", while Zhu Ziqing said that the waves of the West Lake are too bright. Yu Dafu said that the lakes and mountains of the West Lake are too neat and small to taste. Opinions vary, and opinions vary. I approached the West Lake with trepidation and watched the changes of the world.
The first place I arrived was Bai Causeway. Willows and peaches are separated by trees, and cruise ships are dotted. In the distance, the mountains are empty and the indigo is green. More than 1, years ago, Bai Juyi, 5, was demoted to Hangzhou, and he was naturally in a bad mood. However, he saw that the West Lake was full of silt, Hang Cheng was full of water when he fished it, and the lake was dry when it was dry, so he immediately set out to build a project and used grass. Administering the West Lake and dredging six wells. When people commented on it, they all thought that his achievements were outstanding and his merits were boundless. Many years later, he also remembered Hangzhou. "After leaving the Qiantang landscape, I didn't drink too much and was lazy to recite poems. I want to report this intention to the West Lake by going back." It can be seen that anyone who has visited the West Lake has left the position of the West Lake in his heart, and time has passed by, which is also lingering. To be a real Hangzhou native, he bought land in the West Lake, moved nanmu doors and windows and mahogany furniture from his old mansion in Liu Zhuang, and built a "Shuizhuju", which can be described as a terrace, a pavilion with a winding bridge and a pavilion, blending with lakes and mountains.
The years are long. Turning the page of history, it is not difficult to find that after living by the West Lake for more than 2 years, there is not a single poem left in the face of the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. "There is not a single word on Yi 'an's mind." It can be seen that in the face of a country's turbulent and nameless misery, no matter how beautiful the scenery and the intoxicating waves are, I have no time to enjoy it. I stand at the Qingzhao Pavilion and watch. It is a portrayal of Li Qingzhao's melancholy wandering life.
"Castle Peak has the honor of burying loyal bones and white iron to cast innocent courtiers"
This is a pair of couplets on Yuewang Temple, which is a model of Confucianism. Four treacherous courtiers kneeling in front of Yuefei's tomb, Wang Zhang Jun, have never stopped lettuce, so we can distinguish between loyalty to the liver, righteousness, bravery, red blood and red heart. What is shameless and treacherous villain in the bones of many China people? How many people hate the fatuous and cruel emperor? He is the master of the national hero's life. He is a naked murderer of life and dignity. Is it because we are too poisoned and used to following others' advice? Similarly, more than 2, years ago, Plato and Aristotle systematically expressed this so-called thought. In Plato's Republic, he believed that only philosophers with reason and wisdom can become the rulers of a country, they are favored by heaven, they are the best and noblest bloodlines, and they are natural rulers. Then the masses are born fools, servants and untouchables, and they are the most humble race of mankind, only worthy of being ruled and disciplined by others, and these fatuous and incompetent people deserve to die. If Mr. Lu Xun held a kind of "deep love and deep hatred" for the common people in those days, did he hate iron and not produce steel? Sad for its misfortune and anger at its indisputable attitude, and finally can't find a realistic way out and regret it until the end of the day, but now we have to swallow it blindly? Do you still want to be the weak one who dare not resist?
In the past, our ancestors didn't have the courage to resist, or they were fully enlightened. Lin Hejing is the best proof. Taking Mei as his wife and cranes as his son, the poems sung were also quite heroic. "The shadows are thin and the water is shallow, and the fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon" is carefree. There are too many hermits in China. Tao Yuanming's "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Zhang Zhihe's "Cisse" in the Tang Dynasty. They put aside all the world of mortals' distractions, and love mountains and water. Yu Qiuyu said that it is not difficult for anyone to follow Lin Hejing and others. Where can you find a few flowers and trees and a few birds? In modern society, if you run into a wall and are blocked, it is still the easiest to pretend to be half of Lin Hejing. In a modern and fashionable tone, if you can't afford to get hurt, you can find a quiet mountain stream to rest for a few days. We will proudly say that this is an open-minded state of mind, cheerful personality, gentleman's etiquette and Confucian demeanor, so many people are willing to immerse themselves in this short silence to relax themselves, but also numb themselves. As Lu Xun said, although the lakes and mountains are good, they will also kill people's ambitions. I don't know whether the environment has killed people's ambition or ambition has killed people. Time flies. When we went to Qiu Lai in spring, human thoughts didn't seem to change. Whether it was Mei's wife and crane, or the drizzle didn't have to return, they all stayed in the seal of the long river of history and were dressed up at will.
The hill with a height of over 1 meters is a crouching tiger mountain. There are many places of interest on the hill and below, such as Qiu Jin, a female revolutionary under the west cold bridge of the "June 1 Spring" in memory of Ouyang Xiu, and Zhou Enlai, a century-old shop "Louwailou", accompanied foreign guests to Hangzhou and invited them to taste Hangzhou's special dishes many times. The lonely mountain is surrounded by the blue waves of the West Lake, with lush flowers and trees, pavilions and attics, and secluded paths. Climbing the lonely mountain, you can see the scenery of the West Lake. From Mi Fei, a great calligrapher in the Song Dynasty, when he carved the first seal, to Zhao Mengfu, a great calligrapher in the Yuan Dynasty, when the seal character "Yuan Zhu Wen" was originally created, a unique knowledge was formed? In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, India was divided into Wu Sect, Wan Sect and Zhejiang Sect. Wu Changshuo, the first president of Xilang India Society, was the representative of Zhejiang Sect, and the one who impressed me the most was Zhang Luan, a member of India Society. He was the fifth generation head of Zhang Tongtai's shop, and his business was booming, but he didn't care very much. Only this antique little seal made him fall for it. He bought a whole set of "Zhang Tongtai" for 1 silver dollars. A silver dollar can buy 8 kilograms of rice, and the county magistrate's monthly salary is 2 silver dollars. He has collected 433 prints and more than 1,5 seals. We can't estimate the price paid by Zhang Lu 'an to collect these treasures in those years, but the historical value now can't be measured by money. Of course, I won't forget to come to this elegant garden and breathe through the golden stone atmosphere for a hundred years.