Although I live in the beautiful Sanya, the best scenery in my heart is the romantic West Lake that makes me fascinated and dreamed back. There is historical precipitation here, and there are expectations for love.
Hangzhou is known as a paradise on earth, and its beauty lies in the beauty of the West Lake. Come to the West Lake, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the three pools and the moon, and feel the beautiful scenery of golden cinnamon and willow green flowers on the shore. In the beautiful garden, in the twists and turns, you can experience the beautiful Jiangnan garden wonders of moving to a scene.
I love West Lake, not only because of its beauty, but also because of its profound humanistic feelings.
Walking on the white causeway, in the beautiful scenery of "the favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade", you can experience the poet's reluctance to give up the green shade of the willows in the West Lake. Walking in the shade of the ten miles of Su Causeway, it seems to see the ancestors dredged the West Lake, sweating like rain. Standing in the ten-mile lotus pond, looking for "the infinite blue of the lotus leaves, and the different red of the lotus flowers in the sun", the verdant green of the layers of lotus leaves, and the wonderful beauty of the lotus flowers in the sun.
In the atmosphere of "the water is shining and the sun is good, and the mountains are empty and rainy", feel the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. In the poetry of "if you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup", feel the embodiment of the beauty of the West Lake.
In the empty sky, a flat boat with a leaf, rippling on the West Lake, the vast smoke waves, the water is rippling, looking at the looming mountains and ups and downs in the distance, and the Leifeng Pagoda isolated in it, as if talking to the ancients and listening to love.
The broken bridge is the soul of West Lake and a symbol of love. Stepping on the broken bridge, in the remnant snow of the broken bridge, feel the poignancy and vicissitudes of love, and tell the legend and joys and sorrows of the millennium. Love meets, knows, and loves each other here. Nowadays, countless infatuated men and women have come here, or in the morning breeze, or in the sunset, or in the rain of smoke, to witness the poignant love and vows, more expectations for a better future, and look forward to tasting the sweetness of love.