Who has the full text of the snow scene of Zhong Jingwen West Lake?

-dedicated to many friends who can't enjoy it with me.

People who never talk about the beauty of the West Lake usually focus on spring and summer; And tourists from all over the world, more than this time. -There are fewer tourists in autumn, and it is even rarer after winter. There are natural reasons for this. Between spring and summer, the temperature is warm, the scenery on the lake is timely, or "miscellaneous peanut trees, birds flying around", or "gulls flying in the sun, the wind is blowing", all in order to teach people not to forget their feelings as soon as possible. In this festival, traveling on the lake and indulging in the gentle and charming fragrance, who says it shouldn't be? But the spring flowers are lovely and the autumn moon is charming. The smoke scene at four o'clock is different, and real appreciators can have their own tastes; However, this is not easy for ordinary people. Mr. Gao Shen's father once told us: "If you can be open-minded, broad-minded, detached and refined, and have a unique vision, it will be really interesting." Although we are not successful, should we ignore the more experienced sages?

Since the Song Dynasty, there have been so-called "Ten Scenes of West Lake and Ten Scenes of Qiantang" in Pingzhang. Although it is listed as "Broken Bridge Snow" and "Lonely Mountain Ji Snow", not many people really appreciate this cold and impersonal scenery. The author of "Four Seasons Enjoyment Record" talked about the snow scene in the door of "Enjoyment in Winter", accounting for 78% of the total; Its names include Snowfall in Xun Mei, Snowfall at the Peak of Sanmao Mountain, Snow Playing on Xixi Road, Snow Sweeping, Tea Making and Painting Playing, Whispering with Taro on a Snowy Night, Listening to Snow on a Mountain Window and Knocking on Bamboo, and Watching zhenhai tower Cook on a Snowy Night. Most of the scenery described in it can't help but make people tempted after reading it, but it's not just the essence of the text. But he is a handsome celebrity, so he can have this unique reward; On the one hand, we naturally admire his profound state of mind, on the other hand, it can be proved that people who can appreciate Austrian flavor are rare.

I played the snow scene of the West Lake twice. The first time was on the third day of snow here. I didn't go out until ten before noon. A man got off at the lake by rickshaw from the school gate and walked out of Qiantang Gate. Via Bai Causeway, turn into Gushan Road. Go west along the lonely mountain, go to the west cold bridge, and turn back through the avenue. It's not snowing hard, so it's too late to go out. Most of the snow covered in Shan Ye has been eliminated, so there is nothing to move. What I want to elaborate now is the second revisit. That's 1 4th of the month. Because it was unexpectedly cold in bed, when I woke up in the early morning, I predicted that it snowed last night. Sure enough, when I opened the door, all the tiles on the opposite house turned white, and a small pile of white powder was stuck on the branches and leaves of a osmanthus tree in the courtyard. Looking closely, I think it is bigger than two or three times a day before. Because although the roof was built before, some tiles were still black, but today they are all white, and there are few irregularities. And they are all very thick, about one or two inches high. Although snow covered the roof a few days ago, it seems that it has nothing to do with the sweet clover tree. This time, it was not spared, which is also proof that it snowed more.

Lao Li gets up very late as usual, and sometimes I have two classes. I saw him dressed in his room, ready to go to the office. On this day, I got up and ran to his room. After waking him up, he still asked me with a little drowsiness: "Old clock, is it snowing outside today?" I answered him, "Not only yes, but also quite big." He was suspicious at first, until I opened the white curtain on the window and let him see the roof. "Old Zhong, shall we go to Lingyin to play today?" He said happily. I snorted and went back to my room.

It was about nine o'clock when we got on the bus at the school gate. When it rains, the cold wind blows people like water. Looking out from the gaps on both sides of the car curtain, the heights along the road and all the uneven roofs are covered with white flour, like new quilts. Most of the streets turned into mud, and cars ran over them, making a continuous chirp, mixed with the sound of wheels rubbing against the middle rail when turning.

When we arrived at the lake, we changed to a bus. This route used to be quite lively, but now it is very scattered. There are less than ten people in the same car, and I'm afraid less than half of the guests come for sightseeing. When the car passed by Bai Causeway, we looked out and saw the scenery of the inner lake and the outer lake, but it was a misty water vapor, with only a faint shadow on the opposite mountain peak. On the side of Geling and Baoshi Mountain, because of the close distance, you can generally see the snow and trees on the mountain; The higher-ranking Baota (Chu) Tower is in a haze. As I approached the West Cold Bridge, I looked back at the lake, only to see the withered and bald trunks around the pavilion in the middle of the lake, standing there as if afraid of the cold. I can't help but think of Tao An Meng Yi's love story of being afraid of seclusion:

Ghost five years in December, living in the West Lake. It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It was even more settled, so I went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake by boat, holding clothes and fire. The sky, clouds and water are white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board. On the gazebo, two people sat opposite each other. A boy was cooking wine and the stove was boiling. Yu Daxie said, "There is no such person in the lake!" I took Yu to drink together and took French leave and drank three large glasses of white wine. Ask them what their surnames are. They are from Nanjing and are guests in this place. When he got off the boat, the boat muttered, "Don't say" xianggong "is stupid, there are more idiots like" xianggong "!" (Looking at the Snow in the Lake Pavilion) I wonder if there is such an idiot on the lake pavilion at this time? I felt cold for a while. After crossing the West Cold Bridge, the car temporarily drove on the wild road connected by the mountains on both sides. All the mountains are piled with thick snow, although it can't be spread evenly like on the tile house, but the childlike brilliance is enough to make me feel the coldness, grandeur and purity of jade wood! The snow piled behind the branches and leaves of evergreen trees is very different from that on dead trees. Because of the leaves, the former is piled up in large chunks on the snow. From a distance, it looks like white camellia or water brocade in my hometown. In the latter case, only a small piece of snow can stick to it without falling off, similar to the newly blooming plum tree Jedi. In fact, I almost got the plants on the roadside wrong for the first time. Most of the semi-yellow or all-red hay in the wild is pressed under a snow mattress two or three inches thick; Some trees with weak branches also languished and fell down. There are few pedestrians on the road. In the savage's house by the roadside, I saw old men and boys in shabby and heavy clothes warming themselves around the stove. After reading the simple and pitiful situation, I seem to have forgotten the confusion and complexity of our time.

At the gate of Lingyin Mountain, we got off. As soon as I walked in, the air was strange and cold. Not only are there no tourists, but also small vendors selling rosary beads, ancient money and Tianzhu chopsticks have disappeared. There is deep snow mud on the stone slab road: there are many snow blocks scattered on Feilai Peak, and white carpets are laid on the top of buildings such as cold pavilions. A photographer, when we first entered the door, followed closely. Because Lao Li was happy, we took two photos beside the pavilion.

Curiosity touched me and made me feel dissatisfied with what I saw before, so I went to the deep Taoguang Temple. I walked forward quietly, and Lao Li followed me quietly. This mountain road from Lingyin Temple to Taoguang Temple is actually not very long. But it is deep and the wind is tolerant. The snow here is bigger than that in the city and anywhere on the lake. The snow on the path is about half a foot thick, and the snow on the trees on both sides is thicker than what we saw on the road. No one who has visited will forget how tall bamboos are planted on both sides of this road. At this time, most of the branches and leaves of bamboo were covered with snow and hung down. "Enjoy the Four Seasons" and "Listen to the snow and knock on the bamboo at the mountain window" say: "Flying snow has sound, but it is the most elegant among the bamboos. Mountain window cold night: "when listening to snow sprinkling bamboo forest;" Whistle rustling, even rustling, long rhyme, I can hear it clearly Suddenly, the return air is urgent, and the bamboo is broken. My cold feeling is even colder. " It's a pity that I didn't enjoy the taste.

Winter is the time when tourists are left out, not to mention such a cold rainy day. So when we ran to buddhist nun, there were no other tourists, as we could see when we went up the mountain, and there was a strange expression in the monk's eyes. We ran all the way to the last sea pavilion. There, the stone steps are covered with foam-like snow, and the trees in front of the pavilion are covered with snow, and ice cubes are formed under the snow. There are several camellias next to them, with pink flowers. Some flowers have fallen, half hidden in snowflakes, red and white set each other off, and the colors are bright, which makes us feel flashy, clear and not cold; Then, I recalled the beauty of "forgetting her thin sleeves and cold, leaning against bamboo at dusk".

On weekdays, you can take a close look at the West Lake and overlook Zhejiang, even the ethereal sea, but now it's no good. The mountains, monasteries and bamboo forests not far from buddhist nun are almost invisible, but farther away, they are blocked in the misty smoke.

Kongzhai kicked the wall and lay down. Suddenly Meng Qianshan recovered. Ride a bald-tailed donkey to find the snow. The stone wall is solitary and loose, and there are no birds in the sky. Cold smoke began to copy the forest before seeing the distant mountains. (Huangshan Mountain in the Snow) I leaned against the pavilion column and silently chewed the beauty of Wang Yuyang's five-character poems; Especially in the last two sentences, the Samadhi of the snow scene is even more exposed. But maybe many inexperienced people will laugh at it as a tasteless poem. Real appreciation of literature and art is not easy, why should it be offensive? I explained it myself, and I was relieved.

I was going to be a vegetarian in the monk's room. I don't know why, so I went to the restaurant in front of the mountain to drink. Lao Li can't drink any more, and it's no fun for me to drink alone. There, I put a group of Leng Xue brought down from the mountain road into a glass to mix. The waiter looked at it and said, "This is the top ice cream."

Partly because we couldn't wait for the bus, and partly because we wanted to play more snow scenes, we decided to walk to Yuefen, which is called a boat trip to the lake. Along the way, although I took the old road where the car passed, I couldn't help but feel more affectionate when I watched it on foot. Our shoes and shoes, stepping on an inch or two thick snow mud, frequently make a crisp sound. Sometimes, the snow on the roadside branches suddenly falls and sticks to our coats, just like the predecessors said, "Jade becomes ice and wet clothes." I went back to the steps later, broadening my horizons, and there was a dense and mysterious poetry that floated to my heart, making me feel distant and indifferent. Zheng Qi answers people's own poems. It's really strange to know the interesting sayings of Snow on Baqiao Bridge and Back of Donkey!

When we boarded the boat in front of the Wang Yue Temple, it began to snow again. There are no boats in the lake except one of our oars. Pinghu is deserted, and everything is silent. The ship crossed Xiqiao Bridge and slowly flooded Lixi Lake. The lonely mountain and the opposite mountain, as well as the pavilions above and below, turned white and stood upright in the snow. On the mountain road, I can't see a figure; There are no traces of waterfowl on the lake, only some ripples when snowflakes fall. Liu Zongyuan's poem said: "There are birds in Qian Shan, and there are thousands of trails without footprints. There is a boat with a leaf and a bamboo cloak, and an old man is fishing for cold snow." I think if there are fishermen fishing at this time, we can use it to explain the scenery in front of us.

When the ship approached the broken bridge, the snowflakes flew more disorderly. Our northern coat is almost white and wet. The wind seems to be blowing harder, and my face can't see the direction of the wind. My feet are freezing because my shoes are soaked in snow. At this time, the boat, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked us, "Do you think it's cold here?" We asked him why. It is said that it is the reason why the snow-capped mountains around Baoshishan blow over. So I silently thought about the scope of knowledge and its acquisition and other major issues.

When we landed at the lake, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. There is snow everywhere in the park, and some of it has turned into mud. Except for a few boat people and other coolies waiting to do business, most of the boys, girls, gentlemen and ladies who come and go here comfortably every day are hiding in the "golden tent" at this time, drinking mutton wine at a low price, at least by relying on bloody stoves, accompanying family members or close friends and chatting about their idle days carefree, in order to enjoy their happy time and not want to come to the snow.

Although this skinny tour also gave me some complaints and other bitterness, I want to say with my conscience that the joy it brought to my heart is infinitely far-reaching! Unfortunately, my pen is dull and bald. Otherwise, how can I sing the passion beyond all ancient poets?

Well, I sincerely say here, thank you for the snowy West Lake, and thank you for the snow in the West Lake!

Written at the end of 18 1.