Preferential policies for Huangshan tickets

On rainy days in the West Lake, the scenery is blurred: the lake is silver, and the peaks seem to be covered with a layer of yarn, swaying gently in the wind, which is fascinating. The air is still filled with the fragrance of gardenia, which is intoxicating. I think it's all: a beautiful landscape painter, which one in the world can paint so beautifully and strangely? At this time, the West Lake was shrouded in a mist. It's like nothing, like reality and fantasy, like fairyland and dream. The West Lake in the rain is a unique scenery. I saw the drizzle falling on the West Lake, like countless silver lines connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily; Willow kept swaying in the breeze and drizzle, as if dancing happily.