If you are a tour guide, please write a comment based on this poem.

Lake cultural landscape is a world heritage. The West Lake is beautiful all year round, but I prefer the spring of the West Lake. I am a little tour guide of the West Lake. Please enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake with me in spring.

You see, you see, the trees by the lake are growing new branches and green leaves, and they are full of vitality and thriving under the sunlight. Long willows dance lightly in the spring breeze, like a little girl's long braids. Catkin flying all over the sky, like pure white snow, brings poetry and painting. Lovely children waving little hands, running and jumping in the catkin "snow" world, have a unique flavor.

You see, you see, the flowers in the park are delicate and charming, competing to open, including red, yellow, blue, purple, pink and colorful. Some two flowers are close together, as if whispering; Some flowers get together as if they were having a party. Bees and butterflies are busy among the flowers, collecting honey and dancing. Sometimes, a gust of wind blows, and the petals fall gently, like a goddess scattering flowers. Petals fall on people's hair, clothes, lawns, and even grass smells of flowers.

You see, you see, against the clear sky, the green lake is like a mirror, the green hills are reflected in the water, and the cruise ships are leisurely rippling on the lake, like beautiful pictures. Walking on the lake embankment reminds me of a poem by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the lack of lake in the eastbound direction and the white sand embankment in the shadow of Populus davidiana. " The West Lake attracts tourists from all corners of the country. People enjoy the scenery and play by the lake, but forget to come back.

Look, is the West Lake beautiful in spring? It is the most beautiful lake in my heart.