The West Lake in March, the most beautiful moment in my memory, is more memorable than the lotus lotus in July. Maybe because on that peachy willow green, drizzle and hazy day, someone held an umbrella for me, gentle

The West Lake in March, the most beautiful moment in my memory, is more memorable than the lotus lotus in July.

Perhaps because on that peachy willow green, drizzle and misty day, someone held an umbrella for me, gentle companionship, more moving.

Strolling by the lake, the gentle wind, the slight rain, the mood is peaceful and indifferent, even if it is a person, it is a romantic time.

Now there is a subway through it, then often sit on the familiar No. 11 bus, still remember that it is double-decker, just such a slow and leisurely past, enjoy and feel the beauty, the moving legend, the unique White Su Shuangdi.

The past is really worth remembering, but unfortunately those days are gone, and so are the youth years, and life is really full of flavors.