There is a lake associated with the city where it is located. No matter how many celebrities complain about it, I must bend myself forward and ask calmly. A city can be abstracted as a lake. A lake makes a city. That city is called Hangzhou. That Lake is the West Lake. Because of you, I love this city and this season, count the roads you have traveled and see the scenery you have seen. It was already two o’clock in the morning when I arrived in Hangzhou. I had some disagreement with S. I didn’t lie down until four o’clock. I opened my eyes and saw some places vaguely until I woke myself up with a sprinkler. I can’t wait any more, and I also need a map. Let’s talk about the first impression of Hangzhou, which is an unexpected accident. If you read thousands of books, you might as well travel thousands of miles; If you travel thousands of miles, you might as well read countless people; If you read countless people, you might as well be instructed by a famous teacher. Although the result of being instructed yesterday was a lingering fear, it was. Hangzhou people are hospitable and impatient. They answered for fear that the breath was not long enough and not complete enough. After a pause, they were afraid that you would not understand. When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I thought it was a small city with mixed fish and fish. The streets were shabby and the citizens were shrewd. However, gradually entering the Lake District, the impression began to be that people who turned 180 degrees were soft-skinned, kind-hearted, and did not have the superiority and arrogant attitude that is common in big cities; The buildings stood up and the houses were open, especially in Longjing village. I don’t know how many natural landscapes there are in Hangzhou. I only know that the mobile phone has unloaded most of the software, deleted all the listening materials and spare documents, and tried to save a few more pictures, when I arrived at Liuhe Park on Zhijiang Road, I had to delete 40 or 50 photos, so that I was not interested in anything in front of Jingsi station. Maybe I began to get used to the monotonous city scenery and artificial pavilions and pavilions, but maybe I just want to save some memory for the mobile phone. I can’t say clearly how many cultural landscapes there are in Hangzhou. I just feel that I have circled a few places and kept changing trains, but I still haven’t been able to visit them one by one. Now, I can only rely on fragmentary impressions to talk about my own situation. Dragon Well. At noon, it was hot by the lake. We took a bus from the broken bridge, along the North Street, crossed the Quyuan, and climbed to longjingwen tea. The village lady was very enthusiastic, leading the way to Longjing. The situation seemed to say: Longjing was not the private property of villagers, but the gift of ancestors. Touch the dragon character (male left and female right), full of water, wash hands and clean face, in order to celebrate the dragon year. The well water is cold and clear. If it hadn’t been reminded by the aunt, I really want to have a good drink. Then I was invited to taste the tea. The tea was strong, diligent and respected, and left with the fragrance. Rosy Cloud hole. In some places, you suddenly find something when you look back casually. The things you are looking for are almost missed. After all, you still see it. This is exactly the case when you meet the smoke cave. Cave dim, stand like Buddhas, not opening boys speak of what eighteen arhats after all in Balihe I seen. The darker it went inside, the harder it was to explore it. I couldn’t see the inside, I didn’t know where to go, and whether there was any danger or not. It reminded me of “Journey to the Buddhist mountain”, and I quitted decisively. Bypassing the Back Mountain, what impressed me was that the old trees of panqiu were born in rugged rocks. Tiger Springs. Then I bypassed the zoo and went to the tiger running mountain. I haven’t figured out whether the tiger running spring on the mountainside is the source of the stream at the entrance, but Linxi maoku is also a great pleasure in life. I saw Master Hongyi’s jingshe and Memorial Hall, Jigong Tower yard and Palace, but I was sorry for Master Hongyi, and I accidentally clicked my mobile phone in the saluting stupa. Dream Tiger reminds me of the dream beast in “the man through the wall”. Because it is boring, it is teased with a few biscuits, completely ignoring the dream man. Later, it was found that the schoolbag was lost, even when it was lost in the play, it could be regarded as a punishment of Dream Tiger to disrespect. VI and kikunami. On the moonwheel mountain beside the Qiantang River, the Liushe Tower was seen. The light spread to the three moods of Huiye, and the drum should respond to the tide. Maybe it was a legend in August. It is said that Liuhe Tingtao, the necessary condition for climbing the tower is to visit Liuhe garden. Of course, we must climb the tower and Wangjiang first. The tower has 13 floors in total, echoing Liu He, hanging ladder tactfully, the entrance is changeable, the eaves hear the bell, we swing and climb to the seventh floor. Climbing up and reading far away, facing the tower and looking at the river, it can be described as a cluster of ladders, a high level, a corner of the window, a scenery. I always wanted to see the sea. I looked at the Qianjiang Bridge from Wangjiang tower. Waves, clouds, buildings and river bends made me feel that I was witnessing the epitome of the sea. The Pagoda in Liuhe garden has different forms and forms. The holy light shines brightly, which is very impressive. Unfortunately, it is already dusk and I am eager to go to Jingsi. After listening to the sound of waves for a while on the road, it can only be regarded as the sound of waves, which is continuous and clear. The shadow of clouds rides the waves and rushes. The sound of the tide performed Mahayana method by itself, and the tower shadow was always round without living. If the tower was high and far away, and the feeling at that time was just that the heaven and earth were leisurely, and the tower shadow was gone after a little while. lei feng xi zhao. Nanping evening clock, which could wait for a long time, closed the door early. How to Get Lei Feng again, the interest will be greatly reduced. Fortunately, you can still view a tower shadow from a distance. It was like playing chess, thinking of the pity testimony without any carelessness. The lake area behind the Leifeng Pagoda became a private land. Tourists stopped and finally retreated to Shuangtou Bridge. I remember I have seen two pictures, one of which is setting sun all over the sky, the tower shadow falls on the golden point swaying by golden waves, and the other is probably the night of Lantern Festival, with lush peaks on the colorful background, presumably, the Design of Tsinghua Institute of Architecture is no longer necessary. It was too late to get back to the old city, so I found a hotel nearby. I didn’t see a place to eat at night, then I went to the lake with a bucket of noodles in my hands in two streets. Tired of walking, I sat on the Willow Bank near Qian bridge, watching the wind shaking the reflection of Leifeng Pagoda and the lights on the two banks. A Hongqiao, a pavilion, a Shadow Tower, a bank of Willow, a pool of water, The flowing Island, the birds singing far away, the West Lake walked into the distant dream among the gradually thin pedestrians. Dreamless West Lake, graffiti a dream: on a smoky day at dusk, a horse is tied by Willow. On the bluestone run over by the oil-paper truck, what is it that blocks your searching eyes, waiting for thousands of years, will it be possible to meet the belated horseshoe again? The jade flute is crisp and fragrant. When will you begin to understand your sudden silence in the painting boat where you are singing every night, and the sound of the waves is still the same? Can you stretch the night frost condensed in your brow? Wu Pengying was drunk, and the fishing fire was sleepless. Your white wrist like snow has touched the faded memory. Why can you only encounter a dream in the background soaked by dark wounds? Can you touch your constant dream? The wind blows the cloud bun, and the clock leaks in the midnight. Who is waiting for a Maple Forest night in late autumn, and the day when tea and ink are dyed, is it the happiness you have been pursuing for thousands of times? Among all kinds of skin colors going towards you, who suddenly stopped waving and choked and couldn’t speak? In the warm farewell sound of Changting, who is it, who wants to be petrified, and how many times will you come here? The sound of oars is high and low, which makes people wet in front of their eyes. The Moonlight is like a hook, stretching out of Hongqiao again and again, and writing a Chinese character by the wind escaping from the lake. You said that the heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the wind and the moon were bright, and then the moon sank to the West Mountain, and the clouds were light and the sky was long; You said that Hongmeng was too empty, and the world was affectionate. Later, they only admired. West Lake legacy dream, dream the West Lake you once dreamed of, read your Su Di waiting for you.

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The window was opened, because the air was too hot in the city in June. Coming to the window, you can see the stars like ice crystals in the night sky through the window. But it is very rare, only a few. I know the night is already very deep. The desk lamp lit up the whole cabin. There was a pile of books on the desk, one of which was opened. There was a title and name on the catalogue which was very conspicuous, calling who to compete. However, I don’t remember how this book came from? Or I don’t know where to buy it! I feel sleepy and am ready to sleep. But I couldn’t help picking up this book, and wanted to see what profound contents were behind these shining words. He picked up a pen and prepared to draw on the book as usual. But when I opened the first page, maybe I felt too sleepy. I closed the book gently as if forced, and put down the pen. The eyes stared out of the window again. Thinking about the scene in the daytime. Walking alone on the street, I prepared to go to the bookstore to read books. That was an incomplete Street, and one side of the street was a wasteland which was ready to be developed. On this side are several restaurants. Although there is sunshine, the sadness of music pervades the whole street. It is just like the disdainful eyes of the noble rich when they see the rural people in gray clothes. Full of sarcasm and disdain. An old man carried a load of vegetables, behind which should be his grandson, holding something in his hand. Walk by everyone carefully. Maybe I am afraid of meeting others and smudging their clothes. The farmer’s market is across the road. The old people need to cross the road to get there. The signal green light is not on yet. Maybe the old man wanted to find a good position in the market earlier, or maybe it was the first time he came here and didn’t know the traffic rules. When many people gathered on both sides of the road. Some people walked across the road regardless of the red light. And this old man also followed the trend, carrying the burden, holding his grandson’s little hand tightly and walking towards the opposite side. He walked more carefully. When I just stepped out, I suddenly realized that life is precious. A middle school student should not be so disordered and should always have a sense of safety. So I took back the steps I just stepped out. At this moment, a black car was slowing down. Throw the basket behind the old man’s burden several meters away. The old man also fell to the ground. The grandson next to him was scared to cry. The driver got off the bus and glanced at it, saying nothing. Not saying sorry. A random woman, I heard clearly that he said old guy, and also learned from others to run a red light! Muttered a few more words, then got on the bus and left. He escaped with the scolding of people. At this time, the green light was on, and I was going to walk over to help him. But there are already many people around. Look around helplessly and walk to the broken basket. The dishes inside can no longer be sold to others. Pick up the empty basket and put it aside. His grandson stopped crying and stared at the direction of the car’s escape attentively. Maybe he was thinking that he should at least apologize for hitting someone else. I took the opportunity to look at it. The car had escaped farther and farther in the sight just now. Maybe our society is full of all kinds of unfair treatment every day, with spiritual gap and even the gap between the rich and the poor. We live in the bound freedom all the time. Nature gives us life. Life gives us equal fairness. I don’t know what else we should fight? Yes! When I saw what happened today, I felt more or less. I will not be willing to live at the bottom of society forever. Because he has the same life as us. It also deserves people’s respect. Maybe they also have dreams. It’s just that the road to dream is too long and too far away. Perhaps, my idea is too naive. I am the same as most of my peers. Step into a turning point of life and make the final struggle in this season that belongs to the dream of receiving goods. Because I have no choice, I know who I live for, because my life is so precious. Because of my parents. Because I have dreams, because I am not willing to be bullied by poor people. The burden on my body is getting heavier and heavier, and the road under my feet is getting closer and closer to the destination. I don’t know what I will get at the end? But perhaps, at least I used my own sweat and tears to irrigate my dream. When we see the Caterpillar break its cocoon and become a butterfly, maybe everyone will cherish this hard-won and beautiful life. But who thought that this butterfly got the gift of nature through the transformation of life and death! Tolstoy once said that when suffering came to visit, some people flew into the sky, and some people couldn’t afford it. People, like this butterfly, have the same precious life. But people will not have the second transformation of life, nor will they grow wings and fly into the sky. But there is only training in misery. Fight against the fate that is not consistent with oneself, and then transform your life. I came back to my mind, and the leaves outside the window rustled, accompanied by a trace of cicadas. I know the wind is blowing. At this time, the night was deeper. The Earth seems to be sleeping too. The night became very quiet, raindrops hit the leaves silently, and the shadows of leaves swaying in the wind shook on the white wall. I closed my eyes and imagined I am a nature creator. I created people, to be exact, two kinds of people. The former I give them infinite wisdom and strength. Became rich. But I don’t know how to cherish it. I just make good use of flowers for my own benefit. Cause your soul to be eroded by black and evil. No matter World and warm, don’t understand heart. Finally, I was reviled and recycled. The latter is a kind of disabled and determined person. They became poor. They will not be busy for themselves every day, nor will they calculate others. I also give them wisdom, but there is no extra power to give them. So their bodies became defective. Even so! They are also better than the former. They have complete souls and hearts. Suddenly. I was awakened by the rain outside the window. The rain! Just like the poor people. Silently tears. But it is more like a child crying happily. His annoyance and sorrow melted into tears. Flowing from the heart. Then with a light wind, it floated to the clouds. Who to compete with? Although I haven’t read this article. But I think I have found the best interpretation. I stood up and came to the table, and wrote down this past memory with notes. I needed to remember it with words forever. I hope this old man can be well. I hope his grandson can turn troubles and worries into tears and forget him, and spend his innocent and happy childhood. Outside the window, the rain has stopped. There was no wind, and those ice-like stars were silently watching all this in the night sky. Heart to coming. I raised my head and gave them a pleasant smile.

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