In late spring. Hangzhou.
One year spent similar, but each is different from every year. Hangzhou ah is my garden, my mind a rest place.
Morning, the train, playing the straight taste to know the concept of a bowl of Orecchiette, two bales Xia Du, Hangzhou, and companion Mozui Tut tongue, relative giggle, there are the songs of Gu Fu-Xing;
Ropeway ride straight up the north peak of the northern peak of great poetry, and only a solitary Caishen Miao. With peers than quasi-head, competing to throw money ecstatic a small ding on the case, "when" is heard, Marshal Chao face an early one. Look around no one, not a hasty retreat, to the foot of the mountain, saying that depict these days, mutual disclosure, laughing away.
In the afternoon, as a rule go to Yue grave. Shi a ceremony, spit one, nine years Greenfield for faint, and the waves booth storm early interest.
Rain suddenly come into the Song Garden. A gable a screen wall, a tree flowers and a pond, very quiet and very Tian Ran. Rear-end fish and swim, as if a thousand years, a shake between the fins, it passed.
Into the Jiuxi, both sides of the trees stand like a wall, green eyeful, crisp air blowing from the. Do not ask of tea, without leave while the line, crisp sound of birds, feeling that he is slowly flowing SHAN Lan. Streams due to rain and up, sound very Qingling, wading across the river, step by a splash, a few steps a few splash, a few a number, just 18, companion that the "jiuxi 18 splash."
Higurashi, independent Gushan, surrounded by Qing Ji no, there is chaos YANG Hua-down, fly sky, gently glue Fabin, glue shoulder, glue sleeves. Could not bear to erase. Overlooking Sudi smoke, listen to the West Lake near the shore, only to feel all day Yingyinggougou, and finally lost in soon as Evening Bell, two dikes Spring, San-Qiu seeds, and ten-mile lotus. Fine thoughts, alone, on a sad heart, so two lines Qinglei landed in the world's most solitary mountain, but fortunately no one saw.
At night, the lanterns. Louwai Lou in the brightly lit, the waiter had just brought the menu, peer impromptu shouted: Dongpo Meat Dongpo Meat! Three Ju laugh.
An altar Confucian family Xia Du, Wei Xun. Swing along the West Lake and the line, breeze into the heart, feels good, and accordingly show clothing Zhang arm, as Ling-feng want to fly like. Unfortunately, did not apply for a patent, after the Americans learned to go, helped popularize generation of idols, no heroes in Hollywood But hardly Shuzi fame.
Back to the hotel, preference Lakeview, Pingchuang written for the. Insects noted Suo, peer corresponding muttered, thinking of the day to see Hangzhou MM gentility, unknowingly Qing Xiao.
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Quietly fall asleep, dream of Hangzhou, West Lake water will break the moonlight.
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