One City, One Experience —— Hangzhou (West Lake)

Many people who travel to Hangzhou mostly go to the West Lake. Although many people say that Xianghu Lake is actually more beautiful and the West Lake is too crowded and commercialized, everyone still chooses to go to the West Lake first, or just to the West Lake. Why? Because the West Lake has history, culture, legends and, more importantly, love. Walking by the West Lake, I asked O, Do you know why the West Lake has been enduring for thousands of years? Even if it is not so beautiful, even if the commercialization is serious, many people will come, and more people will come. Because of love, love is a permanent catalyst, which people yearn for forever. There is love on this lake, stories of talented people and beautiful women, and amorous feelings of red hearts and green willows. Only love can keep a thing attractive forever.

The first time we arrived at the West Lake was around 7 pm. It gets dark very early in Hangzhou in late autumn, and the night is very thick around 7 o'clock. We stayed in a boutique hotel near the West Lake with a view of the lake. Go out of the dark alley and you will find Nanshan Road. Go dozens of steps to the right and you will find the West Lake Museum. Then you will find the Qianwang Memorial Hall. Several merit pillars extend inward, which is very imposing. Behind the archway stands the statue of Qian Wang, which is heroic and magnificent.

Farewell to the king of money, two steps away are willow waves and warblers. There are no birds chirping here. Maybe all the birds are asleep. When I came back the next morning, I could really hear the euphemistic warbler. There are several huge pointed lotus on the West Lake. Made of transparent tulle, it is transparent and hazy on the sparkling lake under the irradiation of blue light. Add 10,000 kinds of customs to the West Lake, and there is no shortage of romance. There are many such silk lanterns, which are scattered on the lake. I always feel that some scenery is looming under the light, and people can't help but follow it, but they stay on the lake 30 or 40 meters away from the shore, if far away. The fog in the lake is thicker, and they are in the mist like a veil, which makes people feel pity and can't stop.

Today is not a weekend. Most of the people who play by the lake are locals, so it is not crowded. They may all be old people, so there are few sighs, and the West Lake is very quiet. This kind of feeling is very good. It is this night that the lake makes me feel the tranquility, peace, gentleness and moving of the West Lake at night.

Our three friends walked from Liulang Wenying to Broken Bridge along the path by the lake. We walked leisurely in the wind and willows for more than three hours. After the candlelight coffee bar, the teahouse with sparse tourists, enthusiastic square dance, accompanied by ancient songs.

This night, the West Lake wrapped around my heart in a charming state, which made me think a lot.

It was already past nine in the morning when I went to the West Lake the next day. Today is Friday, but there are still more tourists. The tour guide honked the noisy horn to remind the uncles and aunts to return to the team on time, and called if they got lost. Afraid to go to those big places again, I only picked small places to drill, but I met several antique bridges. I leaned against the railing of the bridge and watched the dazzling silver light of the West Lake rippling under the clear sky. I can't help thinking of the poem "The sky is high and the clouds are light". There are green willows dancing by the bridge. The willow trees in the West Lake are particularly soft against viruses, with their branches hanging softly and flowing freely without wind. If someone walks by, she can shake it, not to mention the wind, and jump more happily.

There are two main types of bridges in West Lake. One is that the bridge has a short arch height and is supported on a narrow waterway. The willows on both sides are shaded, and the posture is xiaoxiang, like a lady in a boudoir, beautiful and moving, shy and shy. Bridges with long arches, such as long bridges and broken bridges, stand on the vast lake and are graceful and dignified.

After a tour, I arrived at West Lake Square. In a pavilion, a group of old people are singing pingtan. I sat by and listened to a few paragraphs. It's really great. Pingtan is not like Beijing Opera, but it is gentle and touching to sing. The old man sang beautiful and resentful arias "Blood Handprint", "Disguised Wife Locked" and "Today's Marriage" in Wu Nong's soft language. I told my uncle in Mandarin that I am a fan of yours. He said in Hangbang, then I'll sing him a piece of "Bride".

The third trip to the West Lake was at 5 pm on Saturday, and the sun was already very low. The golden sunset falls on the long broken bridge in Bai Causeway, on the half-withered lotus leaf and on the restless lake, while the Bao Shu Tower in the distance forms a beautiful picture scroll. However, with so many people, the broken bridge in the distance is really going to break.

From dusk to dark, the Wang Yue Temple is brightly lit. This is the West Lake Historical and Cultural Street, which mainly sells snacks, silk scarves and special products of the West Lake. The ticket gate of Impression West Lake is located in front of the statue of Yue Fei. Many people are waiting in line, and some scalpers are collecting tickets. I want to enter the Yue Temple and get some patriotic feelings, but I find that the emotions are not always there. If I want to collect money, forget it. Patriotism is not easy.

When I returned to West Lake Square from Yuemiao, I couldn't help but spend 50 yuan to buy a cup of Longjing tea when I passed the teahouse. In the distance, searchlights of various colors radiate around the path, and ancient music rings. How can there be less autumn moon in Pinghu? Unfortunately, there is no moon tonight. The thick smell of wheat in the teacup tells us that this is Longjing tea, but the grade is very low. It's a pity that when Cheng Cheng rode meijiawu together, he couldn't have a cup of tea at the tea farm near the tea farm. It's a pity in my heart. When the fragrance of tea curled up, butterfly lovers sounded, and Ah Wu was drunk. It's a pity that the group of Xiong Haizi behind them, excited screams stole a lot of attention.

Su Xiaoxiao's tomb was gilded, and it was no longer that humble protrusion. The tomb of Wu in the Song Dynasty was built in the afterlife, and the rain pavilion is the tomb of Qiu Jin, taking a sentence of "autumn wind and autumn rain mourn".

The fourth time I went to the West Lake was at 6 o'clock on Sunday morning, and the genius was just dawn. The fog on the water is hazy, and the reflection of Santan is like a shadow of the moon, and several small islands are looming. Is that Penglai Fairy Island?

There is no one over Su Causeway, and the Leifeng Tower still stands on the mountain by the lake. Suddenly I heard the sound of water. It turned out that an old man was fishing by the willow tree. When we passed by, the old man was taking a passing fish weighing half a catty off the hook. This little fish has a black back and a white belly. I wonder what kind of fish it is. It is said that one of the characteristics of wild fish is that their backs are black and they can't help drooling.

It lights up slowly every day, and a pair of mandarin ducks are playing with the fish in the water of Huagang, so the fish can see clearly. Unconsciously, the sun has hung beside the Leifeng Tower. Yellow, round and moist, just a salted egg yolk. The water surface is dyed mysterious yellow, dark islands, yellow towers and a beautiful landscape painting.

Soon, the sun came out, bright and dazzling. Lakes, willows, bridges and people are all plated with a layer of bright gold. Su Causeway was suddenly filled with excitement. People who do morning exercises twist their waists, shake their legs, squat, run and ride bicycles in various postures. And swimmers. This is the West Lake. The water is very cold, but it seems that the swimmers don't think there is a problem, and neither do the onlookers. Another aunt enthusiastically instructed the young man: pat some water on his chest first, shake himself before going into the water. If you get into the water, don't just go ashore, it's cold. . . .

Qu Yuan's abundant grain was originally a place for brewing wine, but the smell of wine was far away. Now all I can see is the lotus flowers left in the yard and several wine tasting statues. It's really hard not to drink alcohol here.