Walking into the West Lake, the water looks like a mirror. No wonder Jigong regards it as wine, while White Lady regards it as tears. There are many pavilions by the lake, and Shui Mu waterfront is as graceful and sparkling as Xizi. A long time ago, the West Lake was once a bay. After thousands of years of tempering, it finally became a pearl. Standing on the edge of the West Lake, I seem to see Qiu Fei, Gong Zizhen and Qiu Jin, as well as the white snakes Xu Xian, Liang Zhu and Su Xiaoxiao in the distance.
Is it because of the beautiful scenery of the West Lake that countless beautiful and sad stories have been provoked? Or because of the romantic event that happened in the broken bridge of the Long Bridge, the West Lake has gone through many vicissitudes without changing its appearance. The footprints of Qiu Fei, Gong Zizhen and Qiu Jin have become the backbone of the West Lake, and all the secrets of the Millennium charm of the West Lake are hidden in the tunnel of time. The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, it is always an appropriate Dongpo quatrain, which tells the softness and elegance of the West Lake.
Because the West Lake has given me a lot of history and legends, even for me who visited the West Lake for the first time, I have the feeling of reliving old dreams. The lingering observation of the broken bridge and the long bridge, the sadness of Leifeng Tower. Bai Causeway and Su Causeway contain the childlike innocence of Bai Juyi and Su Dongpo, two great writers. Lin Hejing and Su Xiaoxiao's different attitudes towards the world add a strange color to the West Lake. Lin Hejing who sees through the world of mortals takes Mei as his wife and a crane as his son. "The shadow is thin and shallow, and the fragrance floats on the moon and dusk" to outline the charm of Meiying on the West Lake. Su Xiaoxiao, a famous prostitute, gives people a tragic beauty. Among the poems describing the West Lake, the poems describing Su Xiaoxiao account for the majority, with the embellishment of Su Dongpo and Qiu Fei: "The front door of Xiao Su is full of flowers, and the women on the Su Gongdi are deeply in love." "The weak willows of the Su family are still charming, and Qiao Song, the tomb of Yue, is also loyal." A dreamy coquette wrote a poem. It shows how much she likes it. But the lover has not returned, and the scholar who once loved each other is gone forever. Many things in the world can be exchanged at equal value, but emotions cannot be measured by giving and returning. Love to the extreme will hate to the extreme, and finally will use self-destruction to ease the pain in my heart. She despises Zhu Men and would rather walk into the dust than be a wife and concubine of someone she doesn't love. She didn't want chastity, just wanted beauty, and finally died in the clear spring, with no regrets. What kind of woman is this?
In the lingering fragrance, classical beauty and love meet again and again. Without those who are good at understanding romantic scenery, the West Lake, no matter how beautiful, is still an empty landscape.
Among the four great love legends in China, two love legends took place in the West Lake. Long bridges, broken bridges and ordinary bridges have become beautiful in legends. On the short long bridge, Liang Zhu sent eighteen miles here, as if he had seen their inseparable scenes. The legend of breaking a bridge and sending an oil umbrella on a sunny day is even more memorable.
As the saying goes, there is a plane tree at home, which attracts the phoenix. Suzhou and Hangzhou are full of beautiful women, and talented people and beautiful women are looking for them, leaving behind the romance of looking for beauty through the ages. Suzhou and Hangzhou have become a colony of talents. If beauty endows the West Lake with appearance, then talents endow the West Lake with soul. A talented person, a beautiful woman with mountains and rivers, can be beautiful. Smart people in Hangzhou will judge the situation and ride the warm east wind to make Hangzhou the capital of love.
When we enter Suzhou and Hangzhou, if the natural landscape gives people the feeling of beautiful appearance, then these sad and sad love stories or historical legends of chivalrous people endow Suzhou and Hangzhou with inner temperament and low connotation.
Walking in the hustle and bustle of the city for a long time, you will yearn for a kind of peace-a kind of innermost peace endowed by nature, but the real isolation is beyond your reach. So I chose Hangzhou, a city known as a paradise on earth.
I know little about the city of Hangzhou, but one thing is certain, and that is the West Lake.
Perhaps people who have never been to the West Lake will have illusions about it. The West Lake with heavy makeup and light makeup is just like the West Lake. It should be a kind of comeliness, a kind of grace, an indifferent beauty, with the femininity of Jiangnan women and the taste of classical elegance.
However, when I first arrived at the West Lake, I only saw endless waves-waves of people rushing forward, washing away the elegance of the West Lake. What's the difference between the West Lake, which has lost its charm, and the street parks that can be seen everywhere in the noisy city? Is this the West Lake? This is the West Lake.
People are particularly prone to fatigue when they lose their spiritual support. After a cursory visit to the West Lake, they went directly to Shambhala, a youth hostel in Hangzhou. Although the hostel is close to the West Lake, it is located on a high mountain. During the breath, a strange idea suddenly occurred: people who have lived in the city for a long time have almost forgotten all their instincts as animals, so they comfort themselves and exercise.
After all, some efforts pay off. The unique design of this "Shambhala" left a deep impression on people. First of all, the color is bright and refreshing, but it is not enough. It seems to be painted by a naive child who is not familiar with the world. It is ridiculous but more lovely. Cartoon posters and post-it notes are posted on the wall-messages bearing countless good memories. The overall random layout makes people feel the idea of "Ah, if I have a villa, it should be similar to this", just like the warmth of home.
Night, no dreams, is morning.
When I came to Hangzhou, I couldn't enjoy the charm of the West Lake. I didn't want to think about it after all, so I went to the West Lake twice. This time, in the evening, on an antique paddle boat, there was a gentle breeze and waves on the lake. The lotus leaf in the distance is shadowy, and only Leifeng Tower is particularly dazzling under artificial light. But it's too pretentious, but I think Lotus Shadow is more intimate.
Unconsciously, I put my hand into the water. Ah, even the water in the West Lake is gentle and soft. Compared with the freezing water of Tianchi Lake in Tianshan Mountain, it is a far cry from the water thousands of miles away. I still remember that the water in the West Lake is dark green, bottomless, not turbid, but rippling inside. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the oars began to swing rapidly. Half leaning on the boat, my fingertips cut through the lake, and a warm song was played like this.
That night, lying in the bed of Shambhala store, I dreamed of lotus flowers. ...
In the next few days, I was very busy. I traveled all over the nearby mountains and rivers, but I never returned to the West Lake.
It's time for my return trip, and I finally decided to visit the West Lake on the last morning.
Now that the Golden Week is over, the scary crowd has disappeared. Finally, I can hear the rustling of lotus leaves in the wind. The West Lake is still as gentle as ink painting, and everything is so kind and easy-going. Walking by the West Lake, watching the dark green and listening to the happy wind, I finally got calm.
I will never forget the West Lake, and I will never forget the ordinary Shambala Youth Hostel in Hangzhou. Return to the peak