Said the lake

Last night, I dreamt about the lake, a big lake. The lake is hot and stretches out, like? ... Wonderland is average.

There are still many lakes in China. Even if they don't, every place always has a river or a creek. "No water is not an article."

In Chongqing, my growing place, except for the large and small rivers, the famous lakes are only Longshui Lake and Changshou Lake. Few Chinese writers have written about the lake. I don’t know if my extracurricular reading is less or the writers don’t love the lake! "Qinhuai River in the shadow of the paddle sound" is just a river, not a lake!

"To make the West Lake better than the West, the makeup is always appropriate." This is the case. The tenderness and femininity of West Lake is like that of Shih Tzu, one of the four beautiful women. If you stand in the middle of the lake, it feels good! Sometimes, the rain falls on the lake, and in the moment when it is integrated with the lake, the splash of water is fleeting, and it is not noticed! After being integrated with the lake, white smoke will rise on the surface of the lake, such as gauze, such as silk, flowing through.

There are also many large and small lakes in Jiuzhaigou, but those Tibetans have not seen the sea, and they have called these lakes Haizi kindly. I didn't correct this "wrong" understanding because I didn't want to break their wonderful fantasy!

The lake is big, compared to the small pool; the lake is small, compared to the sea. Regardless of size, regardless of depth, people's understanding of them and the meaning it brings to people are completely different.

I have seen artificially created "lakes" in some of my classmates' homes. That is to build a small "lake" in your own garden, really do not understand the meaning of the adults, so that the real meaning of the lake does not change? Also, nowadays people are fond of pursuing forms, and they have already left their intentions behind them!

Sometimes, I really want to sit by the lake, my toes touch the lake, holding a cup of hot tea in my hand, watching the white smoke rise, and then disappearing...