All the way around the bus, we turned to Yang Gongdi all the way, got off the bus, full of green rain, propped up an umbrella, and strode forward in the Metasequoia forest and quiet stone steps.
After a while, I came to the end of the forest and my eyes were suddenly enlightened. Between the vast water and the sky, a bay of blue is approaching. "Hey, Qianbi Building." He pointed to the front and helped me hold an umbrella later, so that I could take some nice photos.
A pair of moon-door holes enter the Chamby Building. It used to be the abalone wing pavilion in Chambi Building of West Lake, and it was a high-end restaurant frequented by businessmen and dignitaries. Rectification in the anti-corruption campaign is now a good place for ordinary people in Hangzhou to swim.
Walking into the Shangbi Building, you will see the West Lake, the endless West Lake. I completely forgot to hold up my umbrella, and I was immersed in the rain of Wobo Bridge, letting it fall in my hair, flowing over my cheeks, dripping on the bridge deck, melting in the water of the West Lake, and then wandering at the root of the green lotus leaf ... When I suddenly woke up, I only felt as if I had crossed the West Lake and visited Yu He. Sometimes I feel very strange, why people's love for nature is always a sense of immersion, without any attachment, just an intuition, just a feeling. I think this is the feeling of love at first sight.
Money is not much bigger than a building. It is an antique building with pavilions and cloisters. However, as soon as you walk in, you will feel the breadth and brightness of heaven. You only feel that you are hiding in the soft water of Wan Li Silver Beach under the gray sky, with endless lotus green nearby and endless water days in the distance, far away from mountains. It rained all over the sky, and a gust of wind passed, jumping from one leaf to another, rippling with the wind, shaking off the lotus leaves, splashing half a foot deep and falling into the lake.
The landmark building of Chamby Building is Stone Square, which is a stone square restaurant. Shifang is located on the west bank of the West Lake. The faint West Lake reflects the distant green hills, and the nearby green lotus flowers look up. Eating here is like a fairy coming down to earth. It's beautiful. I walked around the stone square with an umbrella. Then I looked at the boat independently, and suddenly I felt time to go back, like a lotus girl in a flowered skirt, swaying among the lotus leaves.
Today, Qianbilou is an elegant teahouse, enjoying tea, smelling lotus, listening to water and watching clouds. It is a good place for travelers or Hangzhou retirees to relax and keep fit.
You can take the stairs to the second floor, and there is a teahouse waiting. We choose a couple to stand or sit at a table. Sitting idly, overlooking the West Lake, Lotus smiled like a human and smiled at us from a distance. The lotus leaf on the shore is suspected to be covered with jade and half a lake; Sailing boat is a bit, like Dutch.
You can also have a bird's eye view of the rotating viscera along the corridor. The stone workshop is full of ancient meaning, floating in a magnificent Yu He, with a kind of elegant charm, quiet and quietly, as if whispering with the rustle of sex.
Suddenly I saw a Jixian Pavilion standing in the clouds downstairs. You can go in or have a rest or enjoy it. Then I walked down from the gazebo and reclined and sat down.
I can't help but stare deeply. The squeezed lotus leaves are like an oil-paper umbrella overturned by the wind, and the bright new greens are one after another in the wind. Bean-sized raindrops, falling from the sky, fell down in a dense and straight way, splashing flying flowers all over the floor and shaking the lotus leaves rustling. When the wind blows, the lotus leaves, screaming and hugging, roll the blue waves, wave after wave.
I can't help but hold my breath and listen, an elegant song by Yu He. For example, in summer, the wipers sound like cicadas, birds cry like fish playing in the water, and tinkling like water leaks. Looking deep, a smooth crystal slipped from the center of the lotus leaf, fell into another lotus leaf, and then slipped into the root between the leaves, causing a water halo, which scared a group of golden carp to follow quickly, leaving countless water marks, disturbing the peace of one side.
"Let's go. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and it may rain. " He stood up. I suddenly looked back, and the night seemed to have fallen, so I stood up lazily, fell in love with Yu He, drowned in the Metasequoia forest, and went to my home.
I have seen the lotus green of the whole farm, the softness of the moonlight in the lotus pond and the unique loading capacity of pots and pans. But I still miss the lotus flowers of Qu Yuan in Hangzhou, especially those on rainy days, and I always miss them for no reason. Maybe it's just because this lotus peanut is on the other side of the West Lake. Maybe it was just because of the rainy day that I met Yu He of the West Lake. Since then, Yu He has lived in his heart.
July 6, 20 19, Hangzhou was calm and flawless.