Hangzhou Tour

For the impression of Hangzhou, I only stayed five years ago. The city always gives a color of enthusiasm, always reminiscent of the fascinating lovers in the square and the skirts that sway under the breeze. This is a romantic and illusory city. The dust on the street can also produce a love story like flowers. The quaint and fashion can always shine in every corner.

The holiday is still sunny, the car is on a wide highway, and the scenery is like a fast-paced picture in the camera. I am silent, but my heart is like the rushing river in Qiantang Bay. It comes with a sense of long-lost reunion. This red-black city is finally approaching again.

As I was at that time, I couldn't help my heart's excitement, and it coincided with my childhood dreams. I climbed to the North Peak, and the surrounding area was empty and beautiful. There were no magnificent mountains and misty clouds, but Have a unique chic. The smooth mountain notes always rush down from those trails, and the leaves and leaves condense the soft light. The Buddha's sound is clear and far from the far side, and the pilgrimage crowds are drawn up and up, and people and nature are integrated. Thousands of harmony are in it.

I listened to the grand mountain temple bells and couldn't help myself. Slowly closing my eyes seemed to see everything in the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, it seems that I understand that it is not the scenery that can sublimate itself, but the soul that accepts the scenery.