Early summer rainy season, a few days of rain suddenly stopped over the weekend. Numerous long work and everywhere permeated with program schedule, people feel like an extremely not stop the machine, ubiquitous in many gear with your machine and desperately rotation. After all, human beings are sensitive, and need fresh wind, wet rain, warm sunshine, need for leisure, Hugh Yi.
Have always felt that Hangzhou is my favorite city, mountains, lakes, there are many beautiful and do not need to spend too much effort and time to reach the scenery, there are profound human, people are getting tired of how to read.
Guozhuang --
Such a shade in the afternoon, and friends walk in the Western Hills on the road. Roadside trees scattered high and low well at times, cross out on the path toward a deeper, such as on-street quietly lying still with the opera pupils Gai Jiaotian the mass graves.
After a brief stopover move on the roadside a small door Daiwa white walls and lintels are cross-four-character: Fenyang villa. This is heard so much about the name of the West Lake, one of the four village guozhuang its. Silent reading a brief introduction of the door, she decided to visit what Mr. Chen Congzhou this was a very respected garden.
The whole north-south sub-Jing Chuang, and a mirror must be home for two days scenic spots, which must be home-based people quiet accommodation. Shonai surrounded by flowers and trees, lake stone rockery, Qulang loop, Cuifeng Mirror Lake, was very simple and elegant, even more valuable is that, by King at the West Lake. Sitting in the lake, breeze slowly, microwave shiny, not far from Sudi stretch the Qingli Flor, occasionally glide surface of the water birds and fish leaping out of the lake, as if the entire surface of the lake is a time for you enough, do is spend the time.
Sudi, such as band Shui Rongrong,
Delightful temporary air flow according to shadow.
Were not seen if the final song,
Langan leisure Stir the wind.
Mr. Chen Congzhou for this poem, when presumably also be able to find a way in the West Lake side of a quiet and happy hours bar.
Yunqi Bamboo Trail --
Driving through Lingyin, China and India on the Tianzhu, Mei-ling Tunnel, Meijiawu, along Castle Peak green, lush tea plantations. Are the envy of the outskirts of Hangzhou, a major scenic spots like the time has come to Yunqi the car.
Through a small arch, they have been living in a Bamboo among the winding stone path has been extending toward the depths of Zhuhai, really "thousands of dense shade pole bamboo, flowing water Aoyama, such as Paint." Early morning fog not yet dispersed, it may cloud like smoke, linger at the Mimizaza in a bamboo forest, bringing moist sweet air. Perhaps the reason few days ago had been raining, the stream flow of a good roadside emergency, do not know to use Din Din Dongdong still using the voice of murmur to describe it, I just feel like a beautiful light of the minuet.
The way in the past, there are more than 10 old trees, 160 years, 300 years, 640 years in 1010! The oldest tree is the highest has been 1000 years, straight stem, a huge crown, it is so quiet the throngs, quietly watched the number of worldly joys and sorrows and vicissitudes of life. Stood by its side, rubbing the rough bark, and perhaps take years to get a little deep feeling and experience accumulated.
Time constraints, did not go to board the neighboring five Yunshan returns, and even if you stay a pity to make up for strike later.
Back to the time it is afternoon, the clouds gradually dispersed, the sun cast a piece of the golden light in the forest. Rendering in the sun, the bamboo is more shimmering, golden little streams where the merry dance, stone, wood plank road, everything is beautiful to life.
Is finally set foot on the return journey, but my mind was in calculating the next plan. Sudi teach you to ride, Bai Causeway, to see the sunset under the West Lake, to a small sitting by the lake full moon hours, preferably accompanied by the sound of wind and string music ... ...
Author: luyilan
