2. The West Lake is really special. The water in the West Lake is really quiet, as quiet as a mirror. The water in the West Lake is so soft that people can put their hands in it, but they can't feel the fluctuation of the water. The water in the West Lake is really green, as green as a piece of jade. The sun shines on the West Lake, making it sparkling and golden. This is really great.
3. The beauty of flowers in the West Lake. In the West Lake, you can see flowers all year round. There are gorgeous pink in spring, clean lotus in summer, osmanthus in autumn and plum in winter. The West Lake always welcomes guests from afar with the most beautiful flowers. The trees in the West Lake are very beautiful. The graceful wicker by the lake is like a girl's long hair; The towering Metasequoia looks like a handsome and tall young man. Under the big camphor tree is a good place for tourists to rest and enjoy the cool, and the neatly trimmed bushes are a good place for tourists to play.
It's dark. When the beautiful twilight of the West Lake faded, the lights on the other side of the lake suddenly lit up. At that moment, I seemed to be in a magnificent place, which made people feel like entering a fairyland. Colorful night lights are reflected in the lake. Time is crystal clear and time flies.
The fresh air, the fragrance of the earth, every waterway and every scenic spot make me intoxicated. I am surprised, my mother is surprised, my father is surprised, not to mention foreigners who are more surprised than us. Many tourists were amazed, and the West Lake became more beautiful. Restored the original waters of the West Lake, adding infinite aura to the West Lake, and every additional scenic spot is the same thing. This will play a positive role in protecting the West Lake and realizing its application for the World Heritage. It cannot be said that the Hangzhou Municipal Government has made great contributions to the protection of the West Lake and to the general public and tourists. No wonder some poets feel a lot about the West Lake when they see it, and even write poems while drinking: The completion and opening up of Yang Gongdi Scenic Area has made the West Lake more and more beautiful, greatly improved the grade and taste of Hangzhou West Lake, and will become more famous in the world and become the West Lake in the world.
It was a rainy winter day, and the West Lake stood gracefully in the wind in the middle of winter, like a girl wearing a veil. In the West Lake in winter, although you can't see the scenery of "Spring Dawn in Su Causeway" and "Liuying", you can appreciate Su Dongpo's "empty and rainy mountains". The water in the West Lake is rippling. At the moment, I feel so calm that I can think about everything and nothing. The willow branches overhead are still wearing green dresses, stretching their charming limbs and brushing my shoulders. The drizzle condensed into water drops on the willow leaves, crystal clear and cool. Drop by drop, knock on the heart window. The West Lake in the rain, like a bride taking a bath, is shyly veiled, soft and full of charm.
7. Look at the lake in front of me. It seems as soft, clear, pure, elegant and beautiful as that woman. Just in June, gardenias bloom, and they are plump and a little yellow. It is really cute. The rippling lake and weeping willows on the shore add charm to the West Lake. The mountains in the distance are purple, as beautiful as clouds, and the West Lake is as beautiful as that girl.
On that rainy day, I held an umbrella. There was not a trace of joy in my heart, nor did I step on the broken bridge sadly, watching the elves falling from the sky gently buckle the ripples in the lake. Of course, there are also those who pat the lotus leaf and then drop it into the West Lake. At this time, a veil-like fog gradually floated on the lake. The fog in the south of the Yangtze River slightly blurs the traces in the distance ... but it is becoming more and more poetic. I have no talent to give the title of West Lake. If it's better, a Jiangnan woman comes from the other side of the broken bridge. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog. But I can guess her inner peace ... then, we didn't talk, we all looked at each other quietly and knew something.
9. When you enter the gate of West Lake Park, the first thing you see is the small West Lake, which is clear and green. Under the sunlight, it shines brilliantly. On the shore of the lake, weeping willows are crying. A warm wind blew, and a large lotus leaf was layered like a green umbrella. Among the lotus leaves, several budding lotus flowers stand high on the lake, just like graceful beauty. It is really "the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." I was intoxicated by the smell in the air. The sun shines on the lake, and the bottom of the lake seems to be golden, sparkling and very moving.
10, the cold wind blows hard, and the West Lake is unwilling to be lonely in the cold winter, showing its own winter beauty to tourists. In that lonely mountain, snow-white plum blossoms are in full bloom, waiting for visitors to enjoy; You can also stand in the south lake and enjoy the snow scene of a lake. It is snowing in the sky. Looking around, it is really "the source of smog, the sky is in the mountains and the water, and the top and bottom are white."
1 1, spring back to the earth, walking on the baidi of the West Lake, looking at the calm lake surface. Seeing the ripples on the lake (Li á n 'y Ι), wicker brushed your cheeks, brushed your head and brushed your shoulders. In the distance, the wonderful piano sound is so intoxicating. The lake is calm and beautiful. The West Lake is more beautiful after the rain, and the air is fragrant. The calm lake is covered with this thin layer of water vapor, just like a soft veil, which covers this beautiful face that likes the beautiful scenery of the countryside. Sunset is ready to go home, only a mottled water surface is sprinkled on the lake. The weeping willows by the lake are reflected in the lake at sunset. Dreamlike weeping willows, golden sunset, dreamlike. -A selection of good articles describing the scenery of the West Lake
12, everywhere scenery everywhere poetry. When you have been to the West Lake, you can't help falling in love with her. Tourists leave not only praise and attachment, but also a romantic dream. The charm of the West Lake is publicized in the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, and rendered layer by layer in the sad love story. In this continuous drizzle, such as faint feelings, smoke like a dream. ...
13, the morning dew is still lingering on the leaves, and the flowers are waking up from their sleep. I came to the beautiful shore of West Lake. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, making me shiver, and I subconsciously huddled. At this time, I noticed the cool lake in Ming Che. The lake is really big. The water is white and green. This is the color of life! The sun rises slowly in the east, and the West Lake turns red. The sun is high, reflecting its smiling face and the charm of white clouds. I really have a voice from the heart. The West Lake is beautiful!
14, I don't know when it began to rain like spring rain. The rain is as fine as velvet and as light as flour, floating in the sky with the gentle and comfortable wind. I can't hear the sound around me, and I can't feel the dripping rain. It is not so much rain as wet smoke, which falls silently on the lake. The West Lake in the rain is a bit hazy. In the distance, the mountains are tall and straight, and the Leifeng Tower is vaguely beautiful. Rain hits the lotus, and a large area of the lotus glows with a moist red color. "Flowers without dew are not charming, and willows without dance are not charming". The willows are also swaying gently. The ethereal green and the round red mist are like an ink painting just put pen to paper, ethereal, if there is something, it makes people feel chaotic.
15 Although the majestic peaks of the West Lake are not as vast and beautiful as those of Guilin, the mountains around the West Lake are not as magnificent as those of Mount Tai, the red leaves of Xiangshan are like fire, and Huangshan is not covered with rugged rocks and dangerous peaks, but its cultural heritage is higher than theirs. Mountain and water contain a wonderful story. I am deeply attracted by the West Lake, and I can't forget to return.
16, the scenery of the West Lake makes people unconsciously intoxicated, with beautiful scenery and beautiful paintings everywhere. People always envy others as things in the painting, but they don't know that they are also people in the painting, just as Yang Wanli said, "The shore is different from the lake, and the mountains and rivers are suitable." Just say that the cruise ship is picturesque, but I don't know it in the picture. "Afterwards, I felt I had a beautiful dream.
17. The West Lake in Yangzhou is different from other places. It is slender, hence the name "Slender West Lake". It's as small as a "lake", but it doesn't feel as big as the reservoirs in some places. It's really ironic. But the mountain is not high, the fairy is the spirit, the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. It is said that the romantic and chic Master Qianlong will come here every time he goes to Jiangnan!
18, a rainstorm poured down, breaking the original sentimental West Lake and awakening the sleeping lotus in the lake. After the rainstorm, the lotus gently stretches its posture, showing its charming charm. It is also mixed with wisps of light smoke, which makes the West Lake picturesque. Next to it, pavilions have become more and more clear after the baptism of heavy rain. The water drops dripping from time to time on the pavilion wall make a ticking sound, just like a beautiful song. At this time, a girl like lilac, walking in the pavilion with an oil-paper umbrella, met this dreamy West Lake.
19, along the way, I saw the banks of the West Lake full of Hangzhou flowers-osmanthus and maple trees. It's winter in the north, but it's still like late autumn here. The maple leaves on the shore and the dyed maple forests on the lakeside mountains set each other off, and the lakes and mountains are particularly enchanting. The remaining branches and patches of lake water let the raindrops beat gently, adding a bit of poetry to Xizi Lake.
20. The rain gradually stopped, and the shadowy mountain was like a sleepy fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, affectionate and silent, like a hibiscus out of water. The West Lake also calmed down and nestled in the arms of the mountains. Liu Yang also stopped the carnival and quietly washed her wet hair by the lake. Lotus is also very quiet, and several white butterflies are flying around. Flowers, trees and mountains all over the world are covered with sparkling water drops, which is dazzling.
2 1. In the West Lake on rainy days, the mountains, water and color are all a mystery: the lake is covered with a faint silver, and the peaks seem to be covered with a veil, swaying gently in the wind, which is really charming. The air is also filled with the fragrance of gardenia, which is intoxicating. I looked at all this: what a beautiful scenery, which painter in the world can paint such beauty and strangeness?
22, the West Lake in the rain, don't have a scene. I saw the drizzle falling on the West Lake, like countless silver threads connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily; Willow girl kept swinging in the breeze and drizzle, as if dancing happily.
23. Looking at the West Lake from a distance, it seems that Dongpo is standing at the bow, waving his hand, inviting wine to the moon, singing "The West Lake is always more suitable than the West Lake, and light makeup is always suitable" to the lake, still floating on the West Lake. Looking at the West Lake in the rain, it seems that Xu Xian, White Snake and Xiaoqing met on the boat. The dialogue on the ship and all kinds of stories that happened later are still clearly discernible, still accompanied by the West Lake, and have become beautiful legends that have been passed down through the ages. Dreaming of the West Lake and thinking about it, it seems that I am wandering on the West Lake. In a boat, facing the bright moon, singing eternal farewell. Turning around, the wind gently blows me, as if to leave me in the West Lake, so that I can stay here forever.