It's getting dark, and I have leisure these days. I want to go for a walk in the West Lake. I have been to the West Lake several times before. It was cloudy at that time, and I don't know why I have to endure the wind and rain on such a day. When I was really cold and tired, the lead in my heart hit the wind and rain. It's sunny now, and the sky is exceptionally blue. After the annual meeting, it's almost past 5 pm. I left the army, wondering what I would think. Then I walked slowly on the bachelor road and suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of passers-by watching in a corner. I also stepped up and jumped in. I was shocked by what I saw, but I didn't expect it to be the sunset of the West Lake, as bright as the sky. In the distance, it has presented a golden picture with a yellow sunset. The lake is not so quiet, because in the distance, the ripples from the ship, the small waves on the lake rippling with colorful clouds, make my eyes intoxicated, the oblique light is full of water, and several boats are rippling in the colorful clouds. Because it is winter in the south, there is no surprise, but there is a wild duck sitting on the water not far away, which is very funny. Suddenly, however, I stood up quietly, because a musical fountain show began, and the posture of the water column changed like a dancer's clever posture. Sometimes it twists gently, sometimes it is thrown into the sky, and sometimes it is ups and downs. The distant sunset gradually approached the lake, and suddenly it seemed as if the water on the lake was steaming, which was like frying eggs. A song "Wild Goose" by Yun Jie and this fountain are like scattered fairies in the sky. The afterglow of the distant sunset seen through the water mist is so subtle and gentle, like a tired lover's eyes to say goodbye, tangled and chaotic, and it is a song to tell others. I am sighing, there are temples everywhere, which can be reached in three steps, but how many people are preoccupied and can't walk.
A distant greeting, like a bunch of warm willow branches sent by migratory birds, blows away the last frost between heaven and earth. In fact, the most beautiful you are not born like summer flowers, but are calm and calm in the long river of time. I appreciate the songs of the vicissitudes of the old times. At that time, the trend was the most inspirational, and the song world was full of twists and turns. I admire the real literati in the old days. At that time, the world was the most attractive, but the words written were beautiful. However, if the old time stays in the present time, it will shake people's hearts. The most beautiful thing is sunset red. I want to wait until the lotus is in full bloom, or when the willows are weeping, and then take the camera to describe and experience the beauty of life.
The sun is warm, and the sunset in the West Lake is beautiful and deep. If the two are combined, it will be perfect, but I am thinking that it will not be perfect without you.
If you continue to walk along the lakeside path, you will be afraid of accidentally stepping into the water, and there will be more pedestrians on the road, and the wind will slowly blow. If I am an artist, I have long hair, which is flowing. The blown hair tip slaps the streamer reflected by the shoulder angle and draws a picture of you in my mind with a brush. The sunset of the West Lake is hidden under the mountains, and the shallow aestheticism is like the fleeting time of youth. I turned around and looked at the unlit cigarettes all over the floor. The lake was very light and fragrant.