The first time we went to the West Lake was around 7 pm. Hangzhou in late fall, it gets dark very early, only 7:00 or so night is very thick. We stayed at the Lakeview Boutique Hotel on the edge of the West Lake, and walked out of the dark alley to Nanshan Road, and then walked right to the West Lake Museum, and then walked a few dozen steps to the Qianwang Ancestral Hall. A few monuments of merits and virtues in columns extending inward, very imposing. King Qian's statue is in the back of the pagoda, standing majestically.
Farewell to the King of Qian, two steps away is Liu Lang Wen Ying. There are no more birds chirping here, maybe the birds have gone to sleep. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this," he said. There are a few large pointed lotus buds on the West Lake. Made of transparent gauze and silk, illuminated by blue lights, the rippling surface of the lake is transparent and hazy. To this is not a lack of romantic West Lake added a thousand kinds of flavor. Such a silk lamp there are many, scattered scattered on the surface of the lake, the lights always seem to be some of the scenery if the emergence of what people can not help but with their figures, close to, but they stayed away from the shore of thirty to forty meters away from the surface of the lake, if far away if near. The fog in the lake is more dense, they are in this gauze-like fog in the shadow, let people love and pity, can not stop.
Today is not a weekend, the lake is mostly played by locals, and does not seem crowded. Perhaps they are all old people, so there is very little sound of alarm, West Lake quiet. This feeling is very good, this is a night, this piece of lake water let me feel the night of West Lake quiet, peaceful, gentle and moving.
The three of us walked along the lakeside path from Liu Lang Wen Ying to Broken Bridge. We were in the wind, brushing against the willow, and leisurely drifted for more than three hours. We passed by the candlelit coffee bar, the sparsely populated teahouse, the enthusiastic square dance and the ancient music that accompanied our ears.
This night, the West Lake in a fascinating state wrapped in my mind, let me think a lot, and thought.
The next day, I went to West Lake again, and it was already 9:00 in the morning. Today is Friday, but the tourists are still up. The tour guide sounded a noisy horn to urge the uncles and women to return to the team on time, if lost, call. I don't dare to walk those big places again, picking the small place to drill, but let me encounter a few ancient small bridge. Leaning on the bridge railing, look at the clear sky under the West Lake ripples, glittering silver. I can't help but think of the poem "The sky is rippling and clear". The willows by the bridge are green and whirling. The willows of the West Lake are particularly soft against poison, and their branches hang down softly, gently and softly, floating without wind. If someone walks past it, she can also shake on a shake, not to mention the wind, dancing more cheerfully.
The West Lake bridge is mainly divided into two kinds. One is a short bridge and high arch, set up in a narrow waterway. Willow trees on both sides of the shade, the posture of Xiang Xiang, such as Miss Boudoir, beautiful and pink face shy. A kind of bridge body long and low bridge arch, such as the long bridge and broken bridge, set up in the vast lake, elegant and generous, is a graceful noblewoman dignified and generous.
兜着走着到了西湖广场，一个亭子里一圈老人在唱评弹。 I've been listening to a few of them, and they're really good. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get a good look at them. The old man sang in Wu Nong soft language, beautiful and sorrowful singing "blood handprints", "plate wife lock wife", "today's good luck". I told him in Mandarin that I was a fan of your work. He said in Hangzhou dialect, then I will sing a section of the bride.
The third time I went to West Lake was at 5pm on Saturday, and the sun was already low. The golden sunset fell on the White Causeway on the Broken Bridge and the Long Bridge, half withered lotus leaves, restless lake water, while the distant Baoshu Pagoda, a beautiful landscape painting became. But people can be really many, far away from the broken bridge really want to pressure off.
From dusk to dark, Yue Wangmiao brightly lit. This is the historical and cultural street of West Lake, mainly selling snacks, silk scarves and West Lake specialties. Impression of West Lake ticket gate is located in front of the statue of Yue Fei, a lot of people in line, there are scalpers touting tickets. Would like to enter the Yue Temple to dip some patriotic sentiment but found that sentiment is not often, to collect money, even if. Patriotic is not easy ah.
From the Temple of Yue returned to the West Lake Square, passing by the teahouse could not help but spend 50 dollars to make a cup of Longjing tea, do a moment. The far side of the path of various colors of searchlights radiating around, the ancient music sounded. The "Autumn Moon at Pinghu Lake" is not to be missed. Unfortunately, there is no moon tonight, but the Pinghu Lake. The strong aroma of wheat in the cup of tea tells us that this is Longjing tea, but the grade is very low. I regret that I did not have a cup of tea with Cheng Cheng when I rode Meijiawu at the tea farm, and it is hard to get rid of the regret in my heart. When the aroma of tea curls up, "Liang Zhu" sounded, O no wine and drunk. Unfortunately, behind the group of bear children, excited screams to take away a lot of attention.
Su Xiaoxiao's tomb was gold-plated, no longer the inconspicuous protrusion of the year. Wu Sung's tomb, however, was later created, the wind and rain pavilion is the tomb of Qiu Jin, taken from the "autumn wind and rain sad people." A sentence.
The fourth time to the West Lake is Sunday morning at 6:00, the day just dawn. The water was misty, and a few small islands loomed over the three pools reflecting the moon - were they Penglai Fairyland?
Su Causeway, the Leifeng Pagoda is standing on the hill near the lake. Suddenly heard the sound of water, it turned out to be an old man next to the willow tree in the fishing. We walked over to the old man is a half a catty walk through the fish from the hook off. The backbone of the small fish is black, the stomach is very white, I do not know what kind of fish. I once heard someone say that one of the characteristics of wild fish is the black spine, and I couldn't help but salivate.
The day is slowly getting brighter and brighter, and there is a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water in Hua Gang Guanyu, so the fish can see clearly. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it. The yellow, round, moist, is a salted egg yolk. The water is dyed a mysterious yellow, with the dark color of the small island and the yellow top of the tower, another beautiful landscape painting.
Not long after, the sun was released, bright, dazzling. The lake, willow trees, bridges, and people are gilded with a layer of bright gold color. The Su Causeway is also suddenly lively, morning exercise people in a variety of positions twisting waist, shaking legs, squatting, running, cycling. There are also swimmers, this is the West Lake, the water is very cold, but it seems that the swimmers do not think there is a problem, onlookers do not think there is a problem. There is also a big woman enthusiastically guide the young man: first shot some water in the chest, shaking hot body and then into the water, into the water, do not casually on shore, cold it 。。。。
Qu Yuan Fenghe This is a brewing place, but the wine has been far away, and now I see just a courtyard full of residual lotus, a few statues of wine tasting. In this can not taste the wine really make people sad.