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The first draft of this travelogue written in 1993, when I graduated from high school, the first tour Hangzhou, feelings lot, now that was presented to us is the re-draft, memory far away, far too vague, but people keep in mind the United States, is not it kinds of dim feelings, right? If I were in the following article some geographical errors, please forgive this for years to forget.
At that time, tourism has not yet quite so commercialized, so now Zaiqu Hangzhou, fear can not find the time, mood, and pity ah.
The body of the morning sky poorly rained last night, it's wet and salty Shenzhe stubbornly still squeeze into the dawn to the yin Margaret, but the refreshing cool breeze swept away the bad of the Most Effective burnout. We stayed in hotels far away from the lake, fresh air refreshing, long-distance foot soles of their feet began to smolder, then abandoned the vehicle and on foot in the past.
Do not go far, and his party face the wind whisk Luk Lau marks the end of the road, street floor, as if in a magic spell house suddenly disappears, pleasant to the eye is just a vast expanse of the vast complex, large enough away from it has been felt is still living in them, far too Then with the sky like melting, ride a wave of waves will be able lodged in the depths of the distant clouds. Inter-shock had calmed down, Fang to the shore of West Lake, a Shiratsutsumi. Panicum-flying clouds fat girls, knit the brows frown smile to greet the guests and friends from afar.
Stop the balcony, they would understand the feeling of just not entirely an illusion, looked from my point of view, the entire lake is filled with the eyes and mind. Water is ice-blue, with a see through the deep sky is blue morning mist gradually thin, there is one more last look at the bright vertical will submit to the chaos in this Shuitianyise before. I am on both sides, the right is the Shiratsutsumi as strings extend outward, the left is a straight Plaza Boulevard go, like my illusion of arms For a pro-West temperature and incense.
A pedestrian walk along the promenades slowly, time is too early to virtually no other tourists, Lake quietly leaning against the embankment, rather like the dreams Weixing, an embankment wind micro-tree-chien, mosaic between the morning birds, such as a Harmonious From time immemorial rains. We could not bear to disturbance of the tranquility of this rare, but also the walking playful, but also the convergence of the playfulness of the language. (In fact at the moment, the soul back into the eyes of the Void, to attend to tell the)
Walking on the shore, offshore dumping, such as under a Pi of Hawthorn, the leaves if the plate, holding pink flower buds and the crystal of the morning dew, leaf veins under which is a charming lake of the bar, flower hairpin exposed to beads , no dressing on her shyly over her appearance Huarong will not let me Kuikan can only be cast far sight and over the Green Wave built the stage, looking lake, hope her graceful carcass, Watermark light Yang, her fluttering, Yi Mei? Incense is that the fur coverlet? I am puzzled with.
Within walking distance long shore, thoughts with the eyes of ups and downs, unconsciously drag in the footsteps of time after active up more than 3322 tourists, the days are gradually swept to worry Yan, leaving only layers of cumulonimbus pressure in the mountains on the other side of the unless with us. Completely wake of urban noise called to the West Lake, a result, light touch of the water waves starting from the Red Beans Love Inspired lianhe catch up with the shadows behind us, and then singing to the children rushed to the front, and there, this is a plum wife Tsuruko hometown bar. Japan should be a brilliant summer sun does not show up late, rain, urging concerns not help us. There has already been Rusuo lake cruise, large, small, exquisite sound of the waves the wind play.
10:00 After a five minutes before they enjoyed a leisurely fine submerged in are becoming increasingly Dingfei of the noise, leaving only a trace of aftertaste. Shiratsutsumi large half-line, at the end is the grave Yue, is the ultimate Hangzhou, another kind of beauty, to go take a look.
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By: johnny
