I like Hangzhou's West Lake the most, and I like the "Pinghu Autumn Moon" of the West Lake. I prefer to travel alone, preferring to travel alone in the early morning or at dusk. In particular, the West Lake in the misty drizzle is more feminine and ethereal. So whenever it's like this, I always quietly go out alone.
My old friend blocked my way with a steaming stick: "Where does my brother want to go now?"
"Wayward." I took the stick and floated away.
"Pinghu Autumn Moon" is not a famous attraction in the West Lake, and many people do not stay here. Because of this, it has left it with a sense of tranquility and tranquility. A few thin willows cover a pavilion, and the stone steps extend into the lake, and the whole pavilion seems to be a small oasis floating in the West Lake. I like to sit on the stone steps and watch the rippling lake water, wisps of ripples rushing to the side of the feet, drifting with the water in a trance, I don't know where I am? The most gratifying thing is the distant floating clouds, leisurely skimming over the water to welcome people, seeing that they can be touched by the hand, but they melt with the wind. I suddenly realized that this was not exactly what Bai Juyi sang, "Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Tingxi, the water surface is initially flat and cloudy feet are low..." Thinking of this, I didn't feel a foot slipping into the water, although I was startled into a cold sweat, but I couldn't help but blurt out: "It's really interesting!" ”
"Far from it! old gentleman! Suddenly, such a sentence came from behind.
"That's interesting enough." A cushion flew under my armpit and handed a fishing rod over my shoulder.
"How do you know I'm here?"
The old friend blinked, looked into the distance, and chanted with deep aftertaste: "The most beloved lake is not enough to travel east, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars." Then a burst of heartfelt laughter: "What, can you be considered a confidant?" I don't bother your Yaxing, in the afternoon to the cold house to eat Hangzhou vinegar fish. "After saying that, I got on my bike and sang away.
I watched as my old friend's back disappeared into the morning fog. Turning back, he sat cross-legged on a thick cushion and threw fishing rods into the lake, his thoughts wandering slowly, not knowing where to go.
Suddenly, a thin whisper came from the ear: "If it is a golden autumn night, the scenery here is elegant!" The lake water sent Mingyue to the pavilion attentively, and quietly retreated. There is a moon in the pavilion, there is water in the month, and there is a pavilion in the water. Moon yeah, water yeah, Tingye? All in one piece. Yingyingran, Mengmengran, Shiye, Painting? It is nothing less than the world of gods and immortals, where to find this 'Peaceful Lake Autumn Moon'? ”
Suddenly there was a "grunt", the fishing rod sank, I hurriedly salvaged, huge mouth and fine scales, a foot long, looked at it for a long time, and then casually put it into the lake, self-deprecatingly said: "Eight kings, please go back to the palace?" In an instant, a light wind swept across the lake, and a flower in front of my eyes faintly stepped on the waves to bring many familiar elders, some with high crowns and belts, and some with bamboo sticks and shoes. I was overwhelmed, and just as I was about to inquire, the elders had already expressed their surnames: Bai Lotte, Su Dongpo, Monk Manshu, and Master Hongyi. Surprised, I was trying to ask for advice, when a crisp car bell frightened the philosophers away. "Dude is really swimming and forgetting to eat, my wife is afraid that you will fall into the West Lake infatuation, and urge me to rush to pick you up!"
I eagerly grabbed him and shouted, "Return me the Great Sage!" At this time, the lake water has sent the bright moon to the pavilion.