Hangzhou West Lake Classic Prose: Night Rain on the West Lake
The rain is getting smaller and smaller.
Walking by the lake, in the night rain of the West Lake.
Seen from a distance, it emits a faint yellow light, inlaid with the whole sleeping West Lake, like a bright necklace.
Under the street lamp, it was a couple kissing. Nobody's watching. There is really no one in the West Lake in the rain at the moment, except me. Suddenly, I remembered a sentence: Like raindrops brightening yellow leaves, lights brighten my head.
It's still raining, twill weave. I don't like holding an umbrella, bathing in cool rain and pumping water to the shore. The cobblestone path is bumpy, and the street lamps are reflected in the accumulated water, swaying. Standing at the water's edge, the lake became dignified and precipitated, digesting all the light, so there was no reflection. Everything is black in the water and in the night sky.
There are street lamps all around, round, like the fifteenth moon. If this pillar is not holding a lamp and hanging high, it will be almost like the moon. Spread out like a hole floating in January. Ten miles away, the stream is endless. In this rainy night, it is particularly quiet and far away. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. I like this "moon", which adds vivid luster to this night. Little by little, exquisitely carved. Du Mu has a famous saying: On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, the waves shake Leng Yue silently. On such a rainy night, the West Lake is also appropriately poetic.
The rain hit the camphor tree on the shore, and the night wind blew, and the wind rustled, and the bones rustled like scratching their ears.
. In the lake, withered lotus stalks are particularly cold. The lake is still sparkling. Walking on the zigzag bridge, I remembered Mr. Zhu's words: On the winding lotus pond, I hope my leaves hang high in the water, like a graceful dancer's skirt? The moonlight in the lotus pond is hazy, and the Xia Xiang in the West Lake fills my mind. Walking along the zigzag bridge, the lake beats against the stone shore. At this time, there is still some distance from Nanshan Road. The shade, the lake and the night sky wrapped me thick. The rain caressed her cheek without hindrance, but she didn't feel cold. Looking up, I saw thick white clouds floating on the West Lake, like cotton candy. On the gem hill in the distance, you can see the beautiful image of Bao Kuita. Lakes and mountains, faded colors, soaked by rain, like a faint ink landscape. If you hold a boat and rush to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it will be more like traveling in a world of pictorial.
Stamping through the dock on the shore, the wooden boat has long since disappeared. Only the original ship is still there. Like a castle in the air suspended on the lake. Fold the bridge again, and it is close to Jinmen. The eaves and treetops outside the coffee bar and teahouse are shining with colorful neon, drawing a vague outline. Open-air cafes, theme restaurants and video bars on Nanshan Road are submerged in bright white light. Such as decorative lights on a water curtain, this road is clearly reflected. Hanging lanterns, European churches, ancient archways, antique teahouses, exquisite coffee bars, like restaurants on Chang 'an Avenue, like the left bank of Paris, like scenes in Van Gogh's starry sky. And all this, submerged in the noise of the day, submerged in the crowd. At night, I will take you to see an extraordinarily silent beauty. Instead of usurping the role of master, it reflects the West Lake.
The day passes by in a hurry, refusing to see everything in front of you. Only on this night, the West Lake belongs to me. Only belongs to the night. As Mr. Zhu said, you can think of everything and nothing. Living in such a city, I can't help falling in love with Hang Cheng, a beautiful planet that fascinates me. The night rain in the West Lake is enough for you to meditate. There are thousands of images in my mind, shining with light. This lake, this rain, this bridge, this person, this cloud and this tree will always turn into many symbols and be swallowed up. The night in Jiangnan, the rainy night in West Lake and the rainy night in Gusu are all silent and lonely.
Walking around the West Lake, one person or two people have their own comfort and warmth. The moment you lower your head, the moment you lower your eyebrows.
The classic prose of Hangzhou West Lake: Love of West Lake
When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I was unprepared. In desperation, I thought of traveling to the West Lake, opened my notebook, took the route and left in a hurry.
Dongpo said, "To compare the West Lake to Chinese calligraphy, light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate." Zhu Ziqing said that the waves of the West Lake are too bright, and Yu Dafu said that the lakes and mountains of the West Lake are too neat, too small and tasteless. There are different views and opinions. I approached Xizi Lake with trepidation and watched the world change.
The first place to arrive was Bai Causeway, where Xu Xian and the White Snake met. There is a lake outside the dike, connecting Gushan and Beishan. There are willows and peaches, and cruise ships are dotted. The mountains in the distance are empty and green. 1000 years ago, 50-year-old Bai Juyi was easily demoted to Hangzhou, and he was naturally in a bad mood. Building with the silt of weeds not only solves the problem of silt, but also adds the beauty of the West Lake, killing two birds with one stone. Bai Juyi served as an official in Hangzhou for three years, building water conservancy projects, building stone culverts, harnessing the West Lake and dredging six wells. Later generations commented on his outstanding achievements, and many years later, he was also obsessed with Hangzhou. "Out of the Qiantang landscape, don't drink much, recite poems." The location of the West Lake has been shelved in my heart, and time passes by, and I can't get rid of it. What's more, when I passed by Hangzhou, I decided to move my family to Hangzhou and be a real Hangzhou native. He bought land in the West Lake, removed the nanmu doors and windows and mahogany furniture from his hometown mansion Liu Zhuang, and built a "water bamboo house", which can be described as a balcony, a curved bridge and a lake pavilion.
Time goes by, time goes by, turning a page of history, it is not difficult to find that I have lived by the West Lake for more than 20 years, but I have not left a poem in front of its beautiful scenery. "Yi An nothing in my heart. "It can be seen that in the face of a country's turmoil and nameless suffering, I have no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery and intoxicating waves. I stood at Qingzhao Pavilion and looked at Ying. It is a portrayal of Li Qingzhao's melancholy and wandering life.
"Castle Peak has the honor of burying loyal bones and casting innocent courtiers."
This is a couplet in Wang Yue Temple, a model of Confucianism. Four treacherous court officials knelt in front of the tomb, and Zhang Jun of the Wang family was eating lettuce. From this, we can distinguish between loyalty to the liver, righteousness, bravery and red blood, and what is a shameless villain. In the bones of many people in China, mottled innuendo reflects that heroes deserve to be worshipped by tourists and should hate spitting on courtiers. He is the operator who dominates the life of a national hero. He is a naked murderer of life and dignity. Is it because we are so poisoned that we are used to following other people's advice? Similarly, more than 2000 years ago, Plato and Aristotle also systematically expressed this so-called idea. In Plato's Republic, he thinks that only philosophers with rationality and wisdom can become the rulers of a country. They are favored by heaven, they are the best and noblest bloodlines, and they are natural rulers. Then the masses are born fools, servants, untouchables, the humblest race of mankind, and only deserve to be ruled and disciplined by others. These incompetent people deserve to die. If Mr. Lu Xun held a kind of "love and hate" for the people in those days, did he hate iron to produce steel? Sad for his misfortune, angry for his indisputable attitude, and finally unable to find a realistic way out and regret it until the end, but now you have to swallow it blindly? Do you still want to be the weak one who dare not resist?
In the past, our ancestors did not have the courage to resist, or were completely enlightened. Lin Hejing is the best proof. With plum as his wife and crane as his son, the poems he sang are also very individual. "Thin shadows are shallow, and the moon is fragrant" is carefree. There are too many hermits in China. Tao Yuanming's "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Zhang's "Egrets flying in front of Mount Cisse" in the Tang Dynasty. They put aside all other thoughts of the world of mortals and loved love the water. Yu said that it is not difficult for anyone to follow others. Where can you find some flowers, trees and some birds? In modern society, if you run into a wall and are blocked, it is easiest to pretend to be half Lin Hejing. In modern fashion, if you can't afford to get hurt, you can find a quiet mountain stream to rest for a few days. We will proudly say that this is an open-minded attitude, cheerful personality, gentleman's etiquette and Confucian demeanor, so many people are willing to immerse themselves in this short silence to relax and numb themselves. As Lu Xun said, although the lakes and mountains are good, they will also kill people's ambition. I don't know whether the environment killed people's ambition or ambition killed people. Time flies. When we went to Qiu Lai in spring, the human mind didn't seem to change. Whether it's a plum crane or a drizzle, it doesn't have to be returned. It's all left in the seal of the long river of history and is dressed up at will.
A hill one meter high is a crouching tiger. There are many places of interest on the mountain and below, such as Qiu Jin, a female revolutionary under the West Cold Bridge in memory of Ouyang Xiu, and Zhou Enlai, a century-old shop, accompanied foreign guests to Hangzhou and invited them to taste Hangzhou's special dishes many times. The lonely mountain is surrounded by the blue waves of the West Lake, with lush flowers and trees, pavilions and secluded paths. Climbing the lonely mountain, you can see the scenery of the West Lake. From Mi Fei, a great calligrapher in the Song Dynasty, who carved the first seal, to Zhao Mengfu, a great calligrapher in the Yuan Dynasty, who created the seal script "Yuan Zhuwen", a unique knowledge was formed? During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, India was divided into Wu Pai, Wanpai and Zhepai. Wu Changshuo, the first president of Xilang Press, was a representative of Zhejiang School. What impressed me most was Zhang Luan, a member of the Press. He is the fifth generation head of Zhang Tongtai's shop, and his business is booming, but he doesn't care much. Only this antique seal fooled him. He used to be 1000. A silver dollar can buy 80 kilograms of rice, and the county magistrate earns 20 silver dollars a month. He collected 433 prints and more than 65,438+0,500 seals. We can't estimate the cost of Zhang Lu 'an's collection of these treasures, but the historical value now can be measured by money. Of course, I won't forget to come to this elegant garden and breathe the golden stone breath of a hundred years.