When you come to Hangzhou, if you don't go for a walk in Xizi Lake, it will be your greatest regret in this life. Going to the West Lake, if you don't open its poetry collection and read it, it will be the most beautiful memory in your life. Beautiful calligraphy, paradise on earth, beauty lies not only in small bridges and flowing water, but also in human history, stories and legends.
The West Lake is a combination of nature and man-made, and the beauty lies in the connection between landscape and humanity. Beautiful scenery, pink and willow green are the background colors of the West Lake; Stories and legends, human history are the heritage of scenic spots. Look at those pavilions built by the lake. What makes me regret even more is that monuments, temples, towers and tombs all stand on the mountains and sleep with water on their pillows. Flowing bridges and corridors connect the scenic spots of the West Lake in series. In the meantime, it is best to open the West Lake first, smell the ink fragrance, find its human history in the charm of the historic site, visit its talented people and beautiful women in poetry and songs, and read its stories and legends in the romantic month. After all, every scenic spot in the West Lake has a profound historical accumulation and cultural heritage. More often, the scenery is just the embellishment of the story. A cursory look at the scenery will be less vague and less beautiful.
Approaching the West Lake, the legend of a lake is still vague, and the scenery of a lake is still beautiful. We see it as drunk as spring, awake as autumn, the scenery of the four seasons, full of sunny posture and rainy state, evening mist and morning light, the snow should be bright, at the beginning of the month and at noon, poetry, wine and piano music are arranged, and the words are spent in the south of the Yangtze River, and the past is infinitely emotional; Quiet this mountain to meet, water to send, covered with a beautiful moon, looking for pavilions, famous springs and beautiful stones, doting on Liu Yanhua, playing with some smoked fish and birds, it is considered that the West Lake has a lover. Walking to the West Lake, you can see a misty rain in spring and a ten-mile lotus in summer. You can enjoy Sanqiu laurel in autumn and feel a cold snow in winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, just the imagination between the lines is enough to make people fascinated and fascinated. If the West Lake is picturesque, who can paint it so beautifully? If the West Lake is as beautiful as a poem, who else in the world will write it so beautifully?
Looking at the West Lake, the eternal history is deposited at the bottom of the lake, emotional stories are flowing in the lake, and the feelings of tourists are rippling on the lake. Driving a canoe, shaking his oars, rippling in the mountains and rivers, just to taste the charm of Chinese characters and find the old dream of misty rain. Go to the bow and stand against the wind. Hum or sing softly, feel at ease and let the true feelings show. Or look out, or stare, eyes full of emotion and thoughts flying. When you are proud, the ship is far away, and the wind is blowing clothes. Lingxiu calligraphy, paradise on earth, very beautiful. A beautiful lake, envious of fairies on earth; A touch of tenderness makes love fall into the world of mortals. When walking, I like Xizi Liu Di best. She stood gracefully by the water, like an out-of-touch beauty. The gentle breeze and the gentlest bow make pedestrians intoxicated and blush. The most important thing is that I turned around and looked back, so I fell in love with talented people and lost my romantic feelings.
After the opening of the West Lake, poets left countless poems, and the love interpreted by talented people and beautiful women was even more confusing. Sing lotus picking songs and hum Huanxisha with the water rhyme of the breeze; With sentimental feelings, smell ink lightly, and smell rouge drunk. West cold bridge asked little sister, Leng Xiang is not cold. I used to be drunk on the screen window, tapping on the ebony board and singing golden wisps in a low voice, no matter whether the flowers bloom or fall, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable. Poetry and lyrics are fun, and there is no lonely crane in a lonely mountain. Once, the shadow was oblique, fragrant and unique, whether it was butterfly death or frost bird peeping. Students of Song Wan Academy of Fine Arts lie down. The long bridge is not long enough to send eighteen students. Once, I secretly vowed that when I married Jin Lan, Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly and danced. Whether it was heaven or earth, it was still an ocean change. Leifeng pagoda looks forward to the next Millennium, and the broken bridge keeps yearning for bitterness. Once it waited for 1000 years, the water flooded Jinshan, and the tears turned into the water of the West Lake, regardless of the secular rules, or the shemale fell in love. Read the depths, frown lightly, and the unspeakable beauty can only float into the ink and turn into these shallow poems.
In my spare time, I take a walk and read the West Lake. The charm of history books, old buildings, ancient temples and deep alleys of old houses can all reach their length. Talented people, beautiful women, heroes and martyrs and ordinary people can see their width; The depth, length, width and depth of poetry, music, fu, Si Ku Quan Shu and humanistic customs can be measured, and the West Lake has a unique style. The so-called mountain is not high, the fairy is not famous, the water is not deep, and the dragon is in the spirit. The height and depth here are not the criteria for measuring the West Lake. In the process of browsing, you will unconsciously be in the mountains and rivers and indulge in those ink and wash rhythms. Only when I came to my senses did I realize that the meaning of drunkenness is not wine. When I walked around the West Lake, what I saw was not the scenery, but a release of my mood. What I read is not words, but a return of mentality.
Along the way, flowers have become words, sentences have become words with the wind, and running water has become a chapter. West Lake can't be written clearly in a few words. When Shuangjiang comes, gather a flowing cloud, put a glass of good wine, enjoy the scenery in the breeze, relax and listen to the empty mountains and birds. You can't see the West Lake in a short time. When the original painting boat comes back, you can hold a handful of water and wind, brew a pot of Longjing and go boating on the lake, which is elegant and comfortable and tastes Zen.
West Lake Classic Essay 2: Night Tour of West Lake
On that day, we were tired of the noise of Shanghai and fled in a hurry. It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Hangzhou. When we climbed the Leifeng Tower, it was already night. As the old saying goes, "People meet at dusk. Indeed, the light and shadow at sunset is the softest. At that moment, the West Lake was immersed in the sunset, which was so intoxicating.
Somehow, my father insisted on coming to the West Lake again. Maybe there are too many wonderful memories here! Standing on the legendary Leifeng Tower to suppress the white snake, the breeze is slow, perhaps because it has just rained. The whole lake was covered with a layer of water vapor, just like a beautiful woman wearing gauze after bathing, ashamed to hide it. The West Lake is surrounded by lush buttonwood trees. Seen from a height, it seems to have put on a beautiful skirt for the West Lake. The Su Causeway and the Long Beach in the lake separate the West Lake, forming seemingly separated but actually connected water surfaces. Trees of various colors are planted next to the embankment, so standing on high looks like several green silk ropes tied to the beautiful figure of the West Lake. The island in the middle is mountain-shaped and stands in the center of the West Lake. The island is covered with trees, green and very lovely. It looks like a green snail in a silver plate and a green cherry in the middle of a cream cake.
The night is getting darker and darker, and the beautiful figure of the West Lake is becoming more and more blurred in front of my eyes. We must leave Leifeng Tower. But there has always been a question in my heart, why did the Leifeng Tower fall, and where is the white snake now?
Later, when we tasted Dongpo pork and sweet and sour fish in a restaurant next to the West Lake, we learned from the boss that Leifeng Tower was originally made of brick and wood. After listening to the story of White Snake and Xu Xian, the children living nearby wanted to rescue White Snake, so they went to Leifeng Tower to steal a brick every day. Over time, the Leifeng Tower, which was in disrepair for a long time, collapsed in one night.
After hearing the truth about the collapse of Leifeng Tower, I couldn't help laughing. Not only was impressed by the innocence and kindness of children, but also was shocked by the charm of legends. Of course, the children didn't save the white snake they wanted to save, and finally understood that the Leifeng Tower was built to see the West Lake. It seems that some questions can be answered, and some questions are born without answers, which can only be buried deep in people's minds, portrayed in people's minds and left as beautiful thoughts.
It was completely dark, and we walked out of the restaurant contentedly and headed for the West Lake. Maybe we all want to have a close contact with the West Lake! We walked up a section of embankment, and later learned from the local population that this is the famous Su Causeway, which is 2.8 kilometers long. Along the way, we greedily looked at the scenery of the West Lake and kept looking for the famous scenic spots here. But it's late at night, and the street signs are hard to read. Then I just left it alone. Didn't the ancients name themselves without a name? Think of this layer, my heart is calm.
My father took my hand and we walked slowly all the way. The willows on the roadside swayed in the wind as if waving to us. From time to time, I will meet several people who ride bicycles or jog. There are many benches by the West Lake, and people are naturally separated by willows. There are many people sitting on the bench, including old people, couples and young people. When they are tired of riding, they simply lie on the chair and rest. But people all have one thing in common: their words and actions are very light, for fear of breaking the tranquility of the West Lake at night.
The distant lights faintly shine on the lake, and from time to time beautifully decorated cruise ships pass by. We stood by the West Lake and looked up at the Leifeng Tower in the distant mountain, as if the tower and the mountain had merged, and as if the birds in the mountain were about to spread their wings and fly. We have to admire China's conception of classical architectural aesthetics.
I don't know how far we have come. After Qu Yuan's wind and lotus, Nanping night bell and Su Xiaoxiao's tomb, I saw the broken bridge and the snow, and the road was over. We don't feel tired, maybe the scenery of the West Lake intoxicated us!
Why is there separation every time we meet? Even though we came all the way to Wan Li. Maybe this is the helplessness of life! I believe our parting is for the next meeting! As I firmly believe, one day the white snake will meet Xu Xian in the blooming season of lotus.
We packed our bags, but we can't remember them clearly. We left this city with too many beautiful scenery, delicious food and beautiful women, which is the closest to heaven. Because I'm not returning home, I'm just a passer-by.
West Lake Classic Prose 3: West Lake Misty Rain
I went to the West Lake on New Year's Day and always wanted to write an article for her, but I didn't start writing, not because I didn't want to write, but I was afraid to write. Because the West Lake is so famous, there are too many famous writers who have been to it, and there are countless poems and songs praising it. I'm afraid I will write it myself. But I think there will be 10 thousand West Lakes in the eyes of 10 thousand people, and the feeling is always different.
It was a rainy winter day, and the West Lake stood gracefully in the winter wind, 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.
The clear water of the West Lake gently depicts the green shadows of mountains and rivers and love; West Lake weeping willows, soft wrapped in jasper mirror; The drizzle in the West Lake is as soft as gauze, with sad stories and legends.
The original painting slowly rippled in the water, and the isolated mountain and the opposite mountain, as well as the pavilions and pavilions up and down, became more and more clear. We arrived in Zhou Xiaoying.
Zhou Xiaoying is a must-see island in the center of the West Lake, with nine cloisters, triangular pavilions, quadrangular pavilions and heart-to-heart pavilions. Wandering on it, still roaming in a world of pictures. "Santan Yin Yue" is a famous scenic spot of West Lake. At that point, I took great pains to use the word "Yin". Is it "printing" or "reflecting"? "Three altars printing the moon" consists of three altars, each of which is gourd-shaped and has five holes. On the night of the full moon, especially on the fifteenth day of the first month, there are huge candles on the altar, which emit soft light and are reflected in the water without overlapping each other. In this way, on the altar, in the water, plus the reflection of the moon in the sky and the water, there are 32 wonders of the moon shining in the sky and the lake. At this time, I think the word "seal" is more appropriate than "reflection", and I can't help but sigh the beauty of the ancients' landscaping and the fine use of words.
The charm of the West Lake lies in its wonderful legends.
The White Snake broke the bridge and loved Dingxi Lake. From an oil-paper umbrella to knowing each other and loving each other, how many men and women in the world have been touched by persistent love. Poor woman, who just wants to be an ordinary woman in the world, is full of obstacles and oppression. Until the moment when the true feelings touched God, the Leifeng Tower finally fell down. The shackles of hypocrisy are broken and love is free. Unfortunately, I didn't see the scene of "Leifeng Sunset".
Su Xiaoxiao, with a piece of lotus fragrance in her arms, is singing softly and walking leisurely from Xiling Bridge. "I ride a tanker, and Lang rides a green horse. Where is the knot, the west is under the pine and cypress. " Wan Li has a sad face, and her favorite Ruan Lang can only be a passer-by in her life. Under the willow tree, she will bury her only worry. Finally, the song broke up and the wind died.
On the other side came the sonorous song "Thirty fame, on earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait to see the young man's head white and empty and sad ...". Yue Fei's childlike heart, with impassioned voice, was told through the ages in the boundless river red. "Whitehead is fame, old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. Have a heart-to-heart talk with heptachord, but few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string? " The hidden worries about the future of the country and the suppression of unpaid ambitions are now buried in the green hills.
Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi, two great poets, also love the West Lake best. Su Causeway Bai Causeway was built for them. After working diligently, I don't forget to compose poems for the beautiful West Lake. "Spring is picturesque on the lake, and the peaks are paved around the level. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. "
Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo Lang Lang were heard at Song Wan College. On the long bridge, there are their reluctant farewell figures; The bells of Nanping, drifting with the wind, bring boundless and ancient sighs.
Everywhere the scenery is poetic. 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. ...