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As we all know, "there is heaven on earth and Suzhou and Hangzhou on earth", and we also know a little about the origin of the West Lake and Xizi. During the summer vacation, I was lucky enough to visit the West Lake in Hangzhou, but I couldn't help wondering. The beauty of the West Lake is not only the exaggerated romance of ancient and modern literati Li Bai, but also the suspicion of grandstanding. This trip to the West Lake, which was a cursory tour, was also fascinating. I filled in a little scholar and plundered a lot of ink for the scenery of the West Lake.

"The West Lake is full of clothes, and Qian Shan is faint in autumn." On the night when I first arrived in Hangzhou, my good friend and I stumbled into the park of the West Lake by mistake-not as beautiful as the park in Guilin, Nanning. My good friend and I sat down on a floating iron similar to a ship's deck by the West Lake. There are several cold stars hanging in the night sky, and the moon is hiding in the boudoir and covered with gauze. With the faint moonlight and scattered lights under the cover of the dark night, I only know that there are clusters of dark trees beside the road, swaying with the sultry Xia Feng. In front of the left is a series of dark mountains, and in the distance are modern buildings with neon lights. The water waves swayed gently, looking like an unpolished bronze mirror. Colorful spots are reflected in the lake, held up by water waves and swaying frivolous. Occasionally, several fishing boats cross the lake, mostly to attract customers. There are fishing lights at the front and back of the ship, and the light is just dark enough to see the hull. A boatman slowly paddles, which is quite like "when night falls, birds are singing and frost is all over the sky, and Jiang Feng is fishing and sleeping".

"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." The next day, I first went to Huagang to see fish. The trees by the lake are dotted with flowers, and the whole tree is covered with strings of flowers, such as colored fog and Xia Hong, which are colorful and fragrant all the way. Looking down, the fish is red and green, like a mixture of jasper and agate. Flaming fish crowded together, like dragons and phoenixes, lying on the shore enjoying flowers. Then I took a boat trip to the West Lake, retired from the red and green glitz in front, and the green sky came into view. Green water makes thousands of green waves, and green willow makes thousands of green silk tapestries. Several kinds of green reflections are intertwined in the lake, reflecting the secluded pavilions, abrupt and quiet rocks and clear green sky, with a faint fragrance. In the distance, there are mountains and trees. Lei Feng stood in mid-air at arm's length, and the broken bridge was looming in the shade of Populus davidiana.

"The short strip is short and the long dike is short, and there is an oriole Chen Wenjing on it." West Lake, I have to praise the willows on the shore. It's like being carefully carved by a skilled craftsman, with a graceful and slender figure, hanging down, dressing and reflecting jade makeup, and occasionally being gently pressed by a high wind, elegantly tracing a water mark, just like the curved arch eyebrows in Xi Shi, or the cloud temples she cut. It is also like being carefully colored by a wonderful pen, gorgeous but not demon, charming but not charming, deep but not dark, green but not floating, heavy and light, harmonious, like a nephrite bead curtain from a distance, and delicate lines from a close look. Coupled with the blue sky, clear water and other green trees and red flowers, it is no wonder that there are many poems dedicated to the willow, but it is a pity that it is willing to make a beautiful bun as a foil.

"I love the lack of lakes in the eastbound direction, and I love the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana." Scenery is inseparable from people, and people by the West Lake have never been silent. In the evening, although the light and shadow are dim, there are couples snuggling and telling each other, and there are also three or two literati who are romantic about the moon. There are fishing boats soliciting guests and visiting the West Lake at night. During the day, large and small cruise ships, speedboats and canoes are crowded with tourists, and there are endless people strolling on the Su Causeway, and many people who have no chance come and go on the broken bridge. "Warm wind makes tourists drunk and Hangzhou becomes Bianzhou" can't blame the Southern Song Dynasty.

Generally speaking, the West Lake is an ink painting with a little color and many strokes. There are mountains, water, flowers, willows, pavilions, boats, lakes, mountains and colorful flowers. It can be said that it is appropriate to say goodbye or sing and dance.