When I first came to Taihu Lake, it began to rain. This rain always seems to like to join in the fun in Jiangnan. This noise adds mystery to Taihu Lake. At this time, the clever sound of raindrops touching the boards on the bridge can also attract people.
? Taihu Lake has no excitement of the sea, no grandeur of the Yangtze River, no sweetness of mountain springs, but it has that coolness and tranquility. She told us with the natural breath brought by the breeze that she belongs to the south of the Yangtze River. The lake is covered with a mist, like a wisp of smoke. From a distance, you can only vaguely recognize the gray mountain shadow. I look around, the lake is overgrown with weeds, and I can smell the fragrance of the soil, which is the spring rain, to convey this natural taste. At this time, there was a crisp oriole singing in the sky. In this quiet place, it was like the sound of nature. I can't help thinking of a poem: I am alone with Caocao, and there is an oriole singing in the tree. Poetry and scenery really blend together.
When you visit Taihu Lake, Fang likes to take a boat. When I watched the ferryman slowly rocking the paddle and listened to the sound of the paddle beating on the water, I felt that everything was so quiet and beautiful. The paddle rippled, shook to a nearby place and quietly disappeared, and the lake was smoothed. There are only a few fishing boats, which are already beautiful. The green hills overlap, the mountains are like hairpin, and the distant mountains are like smoke. In the distance, several cormorants fly in from time to time, and their action of catching fish seems to be a beautiful scenery in Taihu Lake.
Throughout the ages, many literati have been intoxicated with this picturesque beauty and are dreaming a hazy "Jiangnan Dream". "I want apricot flowers to get wet and my face is not cold." "Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" "There have never been a thousand boats, and a reed fishing boat runs fast." The beauty of Taihu Lake is like a cup of green tea, natural and fresh; The beauty of Taihu Lake is like a piece of silk, gorgeous and bright: the beauty of Taihu Lake is like a picture scroll, depicting her tranquility and the uniqueness of Jiangnan. ...
Taihu Lake flows through many towns south of the Yangtze River. There seems to be such a scene in front of me: Jiangnan women are holding oil-paper umbrellas, embroidered shoes are stepping on bluestone boards, and then they pass through rows of towns and boarded wupeng boats, trickling down. The town in the misty rain is even more hazy. The fog rolled up and the rain continued. Wicker blows on the shore, brushing away the worries in my heart; The breeze brought comfort to Lan Xin. The beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake belongs to nature, Jiangnan and everyone. ...