[Modern Prose]
On a foggy morning, we went to the pear garden to see the fog in the pear garden.
When you step into the garden gate, you will pass through the foggy "stone gallery". The stone screens on both sides, looming, are really unique.
Out of the stone gallery, across the Qulan Bridge and around the pool pavilion, we came to a wonderful place. "There are mountains and mountains, and Maolin Xiuzhu. There is also a clear stream that reflects around. " In the past, these famous sayings of Wang Xizhi described the beautiful scenery here very aptly, but today, it seems that there is more than that. The diffuse smoke is like a white curtain hanging around, covering these charming scenery with a layer of plain yarn.
Make it mysterious in the wonderful program, and add a little astringency to the charm, which is even more charming. In this fascinating world, we walk slowly on the stone road, as if we were in a mythical world. Along the way, through the clouds, I came to "Guiyunfeng". In the fog curtain, "Returning to Yunfeng" looks like a mighty and handsome boy, holding his head high and staring ahead. Climbing the stairs and hovering to the top of the mountain, I looked up and saw the misty sea of Zhongshan Yueshu, vaguely, as if there were no trees.
Pavilions and pavilions are so shadowy that they are at arm's length. A gust of wind blew and the silver fog drifted away, only to see the graceful "wearing Yunfeng", just like a beautiful and affectionate fairy, gently dancing her gauze and looking at the mighty and handsome "returning Yunfeng" with deep affection. What a beautiful scenery!
After getting off the "Back to Yunfeng", we walked on the "cloud foot", crossed the "cloud nest" and strolled to the scenic spot of Liyuan-Qianbu Promenade. It's like entering another magical world. Looking down from the railing, the sky, smoke and lake are all the same; On the misty lake, masts and sails are scattered all over the place. A few vigorous Bai Ou, flying freely on the lake, moving silently, very lively.
Suddenly, at the junction of water and sky, a white light flashed. It turned into a white practice in an instant, and then the lake was sparkling. Just when I was surprised, it all disappeared in the fog. It turned out that the sun, like a shy girl, just leaned out of her smiling face and hurriedly hid behind the white gauze.
Farewell to the 1000-step promenade, we once again wandered on the Wuli long embankment in Liyuan. At this time, the fog is thick or light, or gathered or scattered; The sun flickered in the fog; On the vast lake, it is sometimes golden and sometimes gloomy. In the distant fog, the green hills and sails are constantly changing their postures and figures. This confusing and unpredictable scenery can't help but bring my thoughts to distant years. At that time, the feudal lords were fighting for hegemony, and the two countries, Jiangnan and wuyue, were at war.
The vast Taihu Lake has become a battlefield. In a battle, the State of Wu defeated the State of Yue, and Gou Jian, the king of Yue, entered Wu for three years, and suffered great humiliation. After returning home, with the assistance of ministers Fan Li and Wen Zi, after ten years of unity and lessons, Wu finally perished ... With the passage of time, the former battlefield became a paradise for people today, and the past became a historical relic. This is a dark cloud of history.
Bypassing the long levee around the lake, we finally went boating in the clear water of Wulinei Lake. Looking around, the four seasons pavilions in the east, west, north and south, and the swaying green trees on the shore are still shrouded in illusory veils and mist. On the quiet lake, sparkling, the boat seems to be rippling between willows and clouds, as if in an illusion and dream. Liyuan is a place I often go to. I am no stranger to its lakes, mountains and picturesque scenery.
However, it is the first time for me to appreciate the fog in the pear garden and Wuli Lake. I was intoxicated by its mysterious beauty. Until the smoke clears and the sun shines on the earth, when we set foot on our way home, my thoughts are still roaming in that wonderful realm. ...