Coming out of quancheng road Bookstore, heading north via Xixiang County, navigation found that there were several parking lots to choose from. Advanced a hotel's own parking lot, someone suggested not to park irrelevant, and pointed out that there was a cheaper public parking lot in the west, and continued to look for a second place, gladly raising the bar, and there were two empty parking spaces, so I quickly stopped and leaned against the lake shore.
This is the south bank of Minghua Lake. This is my first time to enter the old park after its expansion. Of course, it was many years ago that the park was opened for free after the expansion.
I often pass by it. Through the window frame of the car, I suddenly see some pavilions and green branches. I always see the beautiful shadow of Hu Ming in the picture of the TV station. Actually, I haven't been here for years.
I first entered the park with my classmates from the east gate, which seems to be the main entrance of Daming Lake Park. I still remember that there is a ticket booth on the south side of the gate, in front of which are public parking lots on some sections.
At that time, there was no knowledge of finding a garden, so I turned over a few rare photos. Boys have long flat hair, short-sleeved shirts with epaulettes, beige trousers (probably newly bought in the clothing street of Gongshiqiao, when jeans were still fashionable and rare), and occasionally wear brown plastic sunglasses, a picture of lofty aspirations and broad prospects.
The value of life photos lies not only in recording faces, but also in recalling time, sighing and daydreaming. Those friends who used to have fun don't know what they are busy with today.
Once again, it was ten years later, or ten years ago, that is, at noon. Take the children to the garden together, or go in from the east gate and walk west along the north shore.
In summer, the streets are bustling with pedestrians, and you will meet vendors selling toys at any time, of course, because you are holding children in your hands and attracting each other in time. Children really don't like the breeze, weeping willows and shadows on the eaves. They just chase the bubble bottle in someone's hand and even make a hullabaloo about to get it. Then, they picked up this and left that, constantly changing toys and snacks in their eyes, mouth and hands. Where can they enjoy the lake, boat shadow and spring water?
The south bank of Minghua Lake that entered this day should be the path after the later expansion, which was not developed before or not so smooth. I went east from the middle section where the parking lot was located, only taking the southeast corner of the lake area.
Along the lake, sometimes bluestone, sometimes mud brick, winding around the detached downstairs, passing two arch bridges and a bank, approaching the gate of the north bank, I saw an ugly plaque blocking or limiting the flow of people in front, so I simply stopped walking, turned around and found a few suitable positions in the corner, and took some photos of my mobile phone casually.
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon and the sky was gloomy. The sun comes out occasionally, just wandering in the ripples of the lake, walking a few steps to reveal a round face, and then staggering forward, without shape.
On this day, there were few tourists around, and there was no grand scenery in the park in the middle of winter, epidemic situation and working day, just a quiet aftertaste and a sigh of leisure.
Weeping willows are full of bald branches; The lotus pond is graceful, leaving only residual leaves. Wandering around, there is an extraordinary and refreshing meaning. Sparse branches are more common in pavilions and pavilions, and bleak in Philip Burkart.
The rigid frames of pavilions and pavilions are intertwined with the fallen and swollen branches, blending together at a distance. Without dense leaves, we can communicate with each other clearly. If it is midsummer, most of their shapes and spirits must be hidden in many branches and leaves, which is not as elegant and neat as this lonely shadow.
Distant mountains, tall buildings, cornices, curved tiles, curved bridges, ducks, lotus flowers, oblique willows, such light and shadow, such a time, once in memory, often in front of us, can not tell whether it is gratitude or laughter, leisurely thinking, white clouds and pale dogs, years do not live, the season is like a stream, thirty years, fifty years, fast.
When the winter is dry and the flowers are dying, I wander around and borrow the topic of my predecessors, that is, Mr. Li Yu's masterpiece "Random Feeling", in which there is an article "Lotus", which praises the lotus flowers in four seasons. There is something to say at the end of the article-
"Of the four lives, this life is the most. Nothing is cooler than a good life, but half an acre of square pond can't be used as a place to settle down. Just dig a big pond, plant a few stems to stop the strange, and sometimes if you are sick and leak, look to the sky for water to save you, regardless of the so-called poor health. "
Regret, but not melodramatic. The book also tells a story, instead of enjoying the scenery, it comforts all beings-
"One of the pioneers stayed in the postal kiosk. It was a hot summer, and there were many mosquitoes in the account, so they couldn't get out. Because I remember that when I lived at home, the hall was as wide as Yu, as cold as ice, and there were a group of girls waving fans, so they no longer knew that it was summer and they were in trouble! Because of joy, I feel more uneasy, which leads to sleepless nights. A pavilion sleeps under the stairs and is bitten by many mosquitoes until the tendons are exposed. If you have to run into the court, you have no choice but to stop and let the biting person have no toilet. When you are in good shape, you come and go with your servants, and you are praised in your mouth, just like a person who has fun in pain. The revealer was puzzled and shouted, "You are trapped by me, and I feel bitter, but you feel happy. Why? The curator said, "I remember one year, I was trapped in prison by the enemy. Wei also wants to be a Xia Yue. Prison guards should guard against private escape and arrest their brothers and sisters every night to make them unshakable. There were as many gnats then as there are today. If you listen to them and want to avoid it a little, it won't do. You see, you can move freely by running endlessly all night. What a difference! Compared with the past, that's because you saw joy and didn't know pain. "If you listen to it, you will lose yourself. This is the secret of the poor. "
Description: A rich man stayed in a post station. In midsummer, his tent was extremely hot and mosquitoes were rampant. He remembers that he was very upset and could not fall asleep in a relaxed and free state. The stationmaster of a post station sleeps outside the house, and more mosquitoes chase him and bite him, but they wave their limbs for fun. The rich man asked the director why he didn't complain. He said that he was framed and imprisoned, his hands and feet were tied, and he was bitten by mosquitoes every night. He can't escape. Now he can shake freely. It's just the difference between people and ghosts. Compare the past with the present, and come through thick and thin!
The story is entitled "Supporting the Aged in Leisure-The Method of Being Poor and Being Happy", which is the author's health care experience more than 300 years ago. He put physical and mental freedom before the rich and the poor, and advised people not to compare other people's clothes and horses in isolation, even if it was for spiritual self-entertainment, they could laugh it off.
The four seasons are full of makeup, and the dead branches are waiting for the bright sunrise. Occasionally, the West Lake was dragged to Hu Ming.
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