Acquaintance West Lake, to bring me, but it is infinite sorrow.
To Hangzhou day, under a sky with intermittent light rain of winter, arrived in hotels, there will be a friend invited me to visit the West Lake. West Lake is beautiful in the rain, the lake was filled with thick layer of fog, the wind was cold, very few boats on the lake, from time to time to see a few birds feeding in the lake. Sitting on a wooden boat, see the hazy distance between the shore, Sir Georg Solti, the Bai Causeway. . . Four weeks so still surprisingly, only hear the beat that fast-paced pulp lake sound. Meng Meng ash tree, ash Meng Meng shore, cold at the wind, the first sad experience in life, when I first met the West, at a time of bleak beauty of West Lake has turned into my thoughts and hearts of infinite sadness . Dangzhuo small wooden boat on the lake, accompanied the body kept shaking the boat, I constantly looking at the lake and pulp splashes of green bursts of spray, the heart has flown thousands of miles away. . .
The next day, the West Lake to snow, I did not see the Broken Bridge.
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