Travel Diary ‖ West Lake in Hangzhou 1 Issue-Yanyu West Lake

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Text/Cheng Yue Suijun

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Wearing a white dress, dancing, getting to know each other, from now on, I only envy Yuanyang, not immortals.

I don't know why, whenever I mention the West Lake, the bridge where White Snake and Xu Xian met will always flash in my mind. A little because I was deeply influenced by this sad love story.

We grew up watching The Journey to the West's TV series The Legend of the New White Snake after 80s. It is inevitable to have a deep "infatuation" with the people, events and scenes in the play.

Especially in the scene at the end of the play, I always fantasize about going to that place one day and having a "crossing" love there. At that moment, I was also a white lady, with a long skirt fluttering and an oil-paper umbrella, waiting for my Xu Xian at the broken bridge.

Finally one day, I came to the broken bridge. I am 365,438+0 years old in my life. I don't have a long skirt or an oil-paper umbrella. Everything is romantic. The reality in front of us is that two children are still wet behind the ears and even hungry. I am surrounded by my official Xu Xian, who, like me, eats fireworks all over the world and knows that life is short and be immersed in love.

"Dancing world! Individuals are rare, not to mention that we are not only people, but also people in need of children, families and society. Life is really bitter! " I don't remember when Liu Shuji, my official, said such a thing during the night talk between husband and wife.

Actually, I was here a long time ago. At that time, I was still in college. Although I look mature in cheongsam, I can't hide my childish face. Yes! Be careful! What kind of mood creates what kind of face and temperament takes time to precipitate.

The person who accompanied me here at that time has long since disappeared into the sea of people and can't be found anymore. I only vaguely remember that he, like me, is a youthful face with a domineering heart under it, and there is no room for any pointing. Therefore, the first meeting is also the last meeting. When leaving, all the reluctant voices squeezed from the smiling corners of the mouth: "Goodbye" became "Never see again"!

After all, we are not the same person, so even if we meet by fate, we will never be separated! Similar souls are a long-term adhesive between two people.

02

The same West Lake, but a different mood. The bridge from the future science and technology city where I live to the West Lake is broken, and it is already night.

After a hearty meal at Jiuqifeng, a Hangzhou restaurant near the West Lake, we began to stroll through the broken bridge.

It rained heavily that night, although it stopped after a while, but if you don't take an umbrella, you will still get wet seriously.

Afraid that Dabao would get wet, I carried her with a weight of 30 pounds and walked forward with heavy steps.

"Mom, I can't see anything here in the dark. Where is the West Lake? " Come back, Dabao said.

"This is the West Lake! There is a beautiful legend in the West Lake. Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi met and broke the bridge, and then fell in love. Because the White Snake is a snake and Xu Xian is a human being, Fahai disagreed. Finally, she was forced to separate, and the White Snake was held under the Leifeng Tower. " On the broken bridge, Liu Shuji held Bao Xiao and simply told Dabao this beautiful story.

"How can such a beautiful story be so tacky to you?" Although I laughed at him, I knew in my heart that he was afraid that Dabao wouldn't understand, so he tried to tell Dabao stories in popular language.

"Is there a white snake under the Leifeng Tower? The white snake is terrible! " Dabao exclaimed.

"Snakes are good or bad, just like people are good or bad. This snake is a good snake, I'm not afraid! Besides, mom and dad protect you! " I quickly calmed her down.

"yes! My father is a hero and my mother can do anything. " Dabao's sweet mouth provoked Liu Shuji with an umbrella in one hand and a baby in the other to smile and bend her eyes. I know that he is praised by his precious daughter at the moment, and I am happy in my heart.

03

Stop at the broken bridge, and the rain has stopped. But because of the wind, ripples appeared on the lake, and the weeping willows on the bridge swayed wantonly, waving long arms and constantly "waving", as if afraid that we would forget their existence.

The West Lake, which has been raining, is full of fog, as if covered with a mysterious veil. In the distance, I can't see Dai Shan. The copper tower with lights on is like the morning star embedded in the night sky. Because it is too dark at night, it is particularly bright.

"If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate." People are used to comparing the West Lake to a beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing a little light makeup, veiled and half-caged, charming and moving. At this time, in my eyes, the West Lake is more like a well-educated young woman who grew up in her youth. She bid farewell to youth, looked down on prosperity, had an elegant skirt, behaved demurely, smiled softly and walked like a spring wave.

"Another kind of West Lake, another kind of beauty! Dad will come to travel in a few days, and I'll bring him back. What about you? I can only watch misty rain and West Lake at night. " See Liu Shuji eyes shining with disappointment, I turned and said.

"Nothing, leave some regrets, regret is sometimes a kind of beauty!"

That night, because of the rain and darkness, we couldn't see the whole picture of the West Lake, but the beauty of the West Lake was already in our hearts. That kind of beauty, the drunkenness, gentleness and coquetry of some young women, is the stability after time has precipitated. That kind of beauty is a touch of sadness, with a little regret.

The scene at that time also made us feel that this is a place where we can grow love.

Indeed, the West Lake is a place where there is no shortage of love. Su Xiaoxiao, who died alone in Xiqiao Bridge, made Su Shi a white snake with no regrets since the Qiantang singer Wang Chaoyun broke the bridge. ...

Of course, there are those of us who stand on the broken bridge and feel sorry at that moment! Because of fate, we met the most beautiful love and the best self.

(To be continued, I wrote 15 during my trip in August. This is the fourth article, and the rest will be sent out one after another. Please keep your attention. )