West Lake

West Lake

The ancients said: "There is heaven, the downstream of Suzhou and Hangzhou." Since ancient times, some people have clouded "not able to throw Hangzhou, half of it is this lake." West Lake, is a poem, a natural picture, is the darling of the people of the world. Compared with the Shih Tzu women's Shih Tzu, which is always suitable for the "light makeup", I am afraid that there is only this lake in the world. There is an old saying in Hangzhou that women and children know: the West Lake is not as good as the West Lake, the West Lake is not as good as the West Lake. It seems that Yuxi Lake is the most popular in West Lake. The lotus flower, red cheeks, delicate and light, hiding in the middle of the squeezed lotus leaf, "still holding a half-faced face", as shy as a girl who is afraid of seeing a stranger, but with a thousand gestures.

The air after the rain has a sweet taste, and the rippled lake is covered with a thin layer of water vapor, like a soft veil, smashing the beautiful face of the West Lake National Color. The sunset finally rushed to make clouds before the twilight spread, and sprinkled a mottle on the lake. The weeping willows on the lakeside cover the lake that floats in the sunset. The green of the smoke and the golden of the setting of the sun shine together, and the halo is like a dream. The sky is getting darker. There was a faint twilight on the lake, and the red of the setting sun fell from the horizon and dripped on the deep lake. In the gentle lake wind, the wicker swayed gently.

It was dark, when the appearance of the stag fish in the West Lake was completely obscured by the twilight, the lights on the other side of the lake suddenly lit up, and a piece of golden brilliance seemed to enter the fairyland. The lake reflects the radiant night light, and the time is as bright as the crystal palace. The time of the West Lake seems to be graceful.

In the summer night, the moonlight is like a stream of water, quietly diarrhea on the lake. The lake has a layer of blue waves that reflect the brilliance of silver. The frog under the willow tree was uneasy, and he slammed the piano happily. The lights on the opposite side were swaying with the lights on the boat. The evening breeze, the visitors were intoxicated. The air is filled with a quiet aroma, quiet, if you hear the sound of the lotus bloom...

The second day: the lonely in the northern hemisphere