I do not know God's will, or divine dictates, I went to Hangzhou, to dream of this and the same city.
I remember the first trip to Hangzhou, or in November 1983, to participate in a technology exchange. That go, a time when the age of smug the first time such a far out of the door, unable to explain why, I have as much of some inexplicable emotion. We live in an eastern part of the Old City streets, the alley was quite old, along the street are mostly old-fashioned house, two floors, are the kind of door panels. To Hangzhou night, from the streets and alleys where the time passed, I still remember the photograph of scene: The pavement along the street are mostly on the door, lock, and only a few still remain 12, as if waiting for the owner sleeping time to a. Shang Hao from those who have not yet looked inside door of the cracks, someone watching TV, or listening to sound like, very relaxed. Under the eaves of the attic window, multi-unrestrained lights, curtains over her, so that those of us who come from the north who could not speculate on how the attic where the person lived, while the sound of footsteps on the Montreal quartzite, people North Zhejiang felt thick atmosphere.
Second trip to Hangzhou in early April 1984, calculation was 18 years ago. The Well, living in the West Lake north shore of the newly built New Hotel, also did not like the first time during the day and meet in the evening to find time to go to West Lake, from Liulangwenying fuzzy inside to see Dengying West Lake, until the middle of the night , air-cooled, and only reluctantly to go back home. Here, if you want to see can watch it cachet Yichuang shallow lake and willow grass green, peach red Look at shyness. It was an era full of fantasy, West Lake of the atmosphere affects the vision of my heart, there is a strong feelings clear to me, as if in future every day is new, the land of opportunity and hope, every corner was covered with flowers , The Blossoming of the Shiratsutsumi as Gean, and the thin beautiful West Lake.
Now come to Hangzhou, is a beautiful return, naturally is a very moving people. From the airport to stay at the hotel, ride in the street after, found that the sleeping city in my heart changed, and become somewhat unrecognizable, and suddenly a feeling of years. Along the way, look out the window one after another scene, as I have read the over. All past are quietly sleeping on the bottom of memory, without letting them silently disappear, and only when I have noticed, some familiar odor.
In the evening, re-take the West Lake. After a Xiling Qiao, some a long absence, things are looking back. Gushan still so lush, misty smoke worry, put Heting Nafu the old look, it's still not awake. Xiling Seal Society of the green roof, after it Yihong hydrostatic Gushan, far beautiful Shiratsutsumi fly the distance of the bridge, in my eyes have changed a story. Yes ah, the millennium of the West Lake water change, I find once in a strange kind, a similar feeling to go home.
In the Red Beans Love, viewing platform, the same place, lean on a railing to review the lake mountain shadow, review a lake island in the sunset years of the mood, all a dream, all fleeting, everything is in the real front of us. Hangzhou building soon, and many high-rise buildings spring bamboo shoots as long as up, and I feel the city has improved, a small lake, and distant past, and has become history.
Yang Liu Yiyi, pink new Zhan is a classic West Lake Spring constant. Or did walk along the Bai Causeway and see a new green Xie Fei, a Colorful, in that vast a lake where, it seems hidden non-Tibetan, like the non-dew dew still create a beautiful nature.
Broken Bridge of the snow already melting in the spring inside, and originally belonging to the West Lake has been smoke covered the mountain shadow, and also do not know. West Lake Road side of that building has also changed, becoming difficult to identify people, only two rows of tall trees also showed that the old picture. That reminds me of green lanes, and that the long shadow under the moonlight, and the quartzite on the footsteps. Now, I and this has changed the city, change was only the next bunches understand emotions, the same wound in my heart, let me taste the taste of the years.
One side is the face of still lakes and mountains, one side is a brand-new look of the city, in such a span, I suddenly feel your own insignificance. Years such as water, an every day, year by year had passed. Looking back I been, with a lot of good, has gone through numerous ups and downs, there is joy, there are regrets. It turned out that the world is not like the West Lake, made clear, as every day is beautiful, in the wind and rain, there happy and sad, more is the quest of the sweetness and bitterness.
I often think that life is an experience, rather than some sort of conclusion. Have gone through, there are different and that makes a different person. Many times, we have now put in life misunderstood, and that should be what should not be how that Tim himself a lot of trouble. In actual fact, people, that is different, not necessarily want to get a lifetime to get, not what you want when might come. Therefore, the rough Ye Hao, frustration matter whether, whether it is a difficult tempered, or worth of the pain, as long as there is, we should坦然地面对it, and tolerance, to welcome it, and warmth to melt it.
The higher the expectation of life and life more difficult, it is easy to get lost themselves, without any expectations, life has no meaning. No matter where, what kind of life has its own happiness. I think, to choose a good own way, and properly take each step every day.
Maybe this is heaven to give life proposition. A lot of things so that when one by one went through, and even pay a price, will understand the truth. Now, faced with the vastness of West Lake, has no initial excitement and vision, like that, like Po-tert-tower, reside in downtown, frankly there is.
(April 3, 2002)
Author: wangzc
