Hangzhou remembers Jiangnan best. Every wanderer has a Jiangnan in his heart, which is his hometown. No matter how far he goes or how long he leaves, he looks up at the moon in the dead of night, as if there is a line pulling his heart to find the direction.
Familiar and unfamiliar hometown, unforgettable mountains and rivers, flowing with countless happy fragments, are all played back in front of us at this time. The most beautiful and deepest memory is called hometown.
Answer 2:
The lotus pond at the head of the village is beautiful. Some lotus leaves are like inverted straw hats. Some leaned out of the water and stood in the water, waiting beside the lotus like sentries on duty; Some float on the water, like a green porcelain plate, collecting rain and dew for the lotus. Large and small high and low lotus flowers are dotted among the lotus leaves, swaying in the wind. The pond in autumn really seems to be an unparalleled landscape painting. Standing in the distance, I saw the lotus like a slim girl, occasionally blown by the wind, swinging from side to side, dancing like a girl. Take a deep breath.