On a bright spring day, I believe Malay arrived at Qiantang Lake, from Gushan Temple to Jiagongting West. A spring rain has just passed. Clouds and gases are connected with microwaves on the lake surface, as if attached to the water surface. The lake is full, almost flush with the shore. There are euphemistic cries of orioles in the distance and near. These messengers of spring are playing and chasing, scrambling to fly to the sunny branches. The newly returned swallows are flying up and down by the lake. They are busy with mud and nesting. I spent a lot along the way, one east and one west, which was dazzling. Spring grass on the road just emerged from the soil, just enough to cover the horseshoe. Spring God hangs flowers on trees and spreads grass on the ground for people to enjoy, but I am most fascinated by the area around Hudong, where trees are shaded and Bai Causeway lies quietly by the lake, which makes people linger.