Hangzhou prose

When I got on the train in Hangzhou, winter had already begun. Hebei Central Plains is empty, a little cold, and yellow leaves fall in the cold wind, which is desolate.

It seems that just a few days ago, peach blossoms were still in full bloom; Just like yesterday, there was lush green in summer and rich fruit in autumn; But in a blink of an eye, a year has arrived in winter, as short as a dream.

No longer go to see the scenery outside, lest withered leaves cause a little sadness, and I don't like singing those cold poems. I lowered my eyes as if I were sleeping. I like this quiet state.

Fly like an audio-visual arrow and walk from north to southeast.

Looking out of the window, it is already the scenery of Jiangnan water town. Sharp roofs, lush trees, green rice fields, floating boats. I like summer and autumn scenery.

It was evening when I arrived in Hangzhou, just after a light rain, and the air was humid and mild. My body and forehead suddenly began to sweat. I really didn't expect that I changed the world more than 1000 kilometers apart.

Walking into Wulin Square is like walking in the garden, or walking on the winding path of the garden, and you can enjoy swimming in the fish pond from time to time. So that when I walked here several times later, I was thinking the same question: "It's obviously a garden, what is a square, and where is the vast venue?" In my thinking concept, the square should be an empty space. However, it is shaded by trees, surrounded by flowers and plants, with winding paths and ponds dotted among them. The whole garden is almost completely covered with green.

We stayed at the beautiful Hyatt Hotel near the West Lake. Early in the morning, we heard melodious piano music coming from the window. Jiangnan minor is fresh and comfortable, gentle and soft, giving people an intoxicating enjoyment. Looking around, the West Lake is not far from the southwest, and Pinghu is unobstructed. There are lush trees around the lake, and I vaguely see two tall towers standing in the north and south of the West Lake, floating on the towering green, giving people a mysterious illusion and inspiring my soul's infinite imagination.

Finally, I saw this picturesque West Lake in Hangzhou, with works of nature and humanity. Known as "Su Causeway is full of flowers and willow smoke" in spring, "Red clothes and green fans reflect clear waves" in summer, "full of lakes and lakes" and "Bai Causeway full of blue and white ink" in autumn. When this beautiful legend witnessed the present, I was shocked by the magnificence of the West Lake, and I was fascinated by its beauty. Open your eyes to see the three-dimensional beauty of the West Lake. Every cell in your body is feeling everything in the three-dimensional space of the West Lake. Followers appreciate the picturesque scenery along the way, and everything is pleasing to the eye. We are constantly amazed and the crowd is constantly cheering. It is no wonder that the ancient poet Bai Juyi "failed to throw it to Hangzhou, and half of it was left by this lake." Such a poem, the beauty of the West Lake is really thrilling and makes people linger.

The Leifeng Tower, which seems to be just around the corner, still has a long way to go. I really didn't want to miss this legendary secret tower, so I took a taxi. The car entered the oil surface road in the garden, and the afternoon sun kept drilling in through the cracks in the trees. Looking around, there are many towering broad-leaved trees with the thickness of a few hands, and the tree species can't be distinguished. In short, they are everywhere, with no edge in sight and dozens of miles deep. I immediately had "a city in the forest and a forest in the city." This is the real sense of the garden city.

Under the tower, with a childlike heart, I observed the remnants of the Millennium Pagoda through the glass window of the exhibition hall, and the joke of "The White Lady was crushed under the Leifeng Pagoda" came to my mind, even trying to find a clue. Suddenly I feel like an old urchin, amused by my own absurdity.

On the third day, we walked on the stone road in the Imperial Street of the Southern Song Dynasty. This ancient street is paved with more than 10 thousand stone slabs and is about 4000 meters long. It used to be a dedicated road for the emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty to worship their ancestors. On both sides of the road, waterscape pools of different sizes are arranged left and right, and a clear canal connects them in series. The water is shallow, accompanied by a rushing sound. The bottom of the waterscape pool is connected, and the flowing water and the old street are intertwined into a landscape. Black, white and gray are the main colors, supplemented by modern bright walls, roofs with small blue tiles and tiger windows, and traditional wooden doors and windows in the form of rows of doors, which are built along the street. Ancient trees towering, flowers and plants around the street, flowing water through the ancient street, small bridges connected with old shops, old houses around the pool. It has the cultural background of Jiangnan water town.

Walking on this ancient street, I imagined that the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty once walked on this stone road, learning from the ancient ministers in the film and television, shaking his head, silently reading poems, playing with small crossings, and even being a little intoxicated. It is also a small souvenir to constantly step into the shops on both sides and admire the dazzling array of Hangzhou silk and occasionally put in a few capsules.

When we were about to cross the road, the car stopped gently to let us pass. We are used to letting the car go first, but when we see the drivers smiling and gesturing to let us go first, our hearts are suddenly warm. I have always been so touched these days. It turns out that drivers are used to such courtesy. The image of drivers in Hangzhou really adds a lot of color to this civilized and ancient city.

I am used to taking care of my leather shoes before going out every day. I have to walk several miles every day, and it is inevitable that there will be some dust under the car, but I find there is not a trace of dust on my shoes. I am surprised that in such a big city, the environment is so well managed, there is no dust and the air is so fresh.

Because I didn't get a return ticket at the weekend, I took a one-day tour and went to Song Cheng, a theme park in Hangzhou. According to the requirements, when we put on the costumes of the Song Dynasty and went in, we saw shops and workshops of the Song Dynasty on both sides of the street. The guys, bosses and proprietresses who work in shops are all like people in the Song Dynasty. They make ancient snacks and sell ancient goods, as if they were really dressed in the Song Dynasty.

On the street, people come and go, including farmers carrying farm tools to work in the fields, soldiers marching in procession with broadswords and spears, playboys strolling in the street on horseback, and monks dressed as Jigong constantly appear, fanning and swinging, which is really like that. Looking back at our home, it looks like a member of the family. The wife, the young lady and the young master are shopping leisurely. The difference is that some people keep taking pictures and videos with their mobile phones and cameras, otherwise they really think they have returned to Dasong. If everything that happens here is recorded as a video, the audience will definitely think it is a movie of the Song Dynasty.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, we watched a large-scale song and dance "Song Legend", which is the soul of Hangzhou Song Cheng Scenic Area. With advanced sound and photoelectric technology and stage machinery, the hardships of the ancient people in Liangzhu, the glory of the Song Palace, the solemn and stirring of Yue Jiajun, and the farewell between Liang Zhu and Xu Xian, the silk, tea and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River are interpreted in an unexpected way, which is very visual and soul-shaking.

I didn't expect modern stage plays to have such masterpieces. It seems that our audience is also in the plot environment, experiencing the battlefields of Song Palace and Yue Jiajun at close range, and watching the tragic love story of White Snake and Xu Xian, as if they had also entered the countryside. The audience was too busy to use their eyes, so there was a response of body and language, and the interactive scene was exciting. Only when taking photos and videos did I realize that I was back to reality, because everything I saw at this time was on the screen.

From the moment we walked out of the theater, we seemed to have once again entered the distant DaSong. A song runs through it, flowing water gurgles, and women by the river are graceful, holding umbrellas and walking leisurely. Suddenly I heard the melodious piano sound in the distance. I looked far away, but I was blocked by a spectacular Song Bridge. I'm sure that a boat will float under the bridge soon. A young woman is playing the piano and singing, and some charming sons are drinking and reciting poems. The boatman, dressed in rags and wearing a hat, swung vigorously to get a few silver dollars to support his family. Thinking about it, I felt some coins in my pocket and really wanted to throw them into the boat when it appeared.

At five o'clock in the evening, a large-scale live drama "Lijiang Love Song" was staged at the foot of a mountain, and the story took place in a small village at the foot of the mountain. Surprise and dazzling moments surrounded us from all directions, and the flame of more than ten meters high instantly generate, let us experience the realm of volcano. We were stunned by the sudden waves, and we were stunned again.

It's getting dark, and we're going to finish our return trip. I heard that there is also a performance of "Miss Wang Waijia's third wife throwing hydrangeas in the colorful building". Seeing the sea of people in front of Wang Waijia, curious people want to have good luck. I said humorously, "I still don't want to grab it, or it would be really troublesome to really catch Miss San's hydrangea." I turned my face, only to find that my wife looked at me lightly chastising, as if she were serious.

Lenovo spent a few days in surprise, excitement and happiness. Hangzhou, an ancient city with a long history, still has many interesting things to see. I really haven't seen enough, but I'm going to wave goodbye.

"There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." No wonder the ancients said that Hangzhou was really as beautiful as heaven.