Jiujiang Capriccio

The West Lake in Hangzhou and the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou have been a city full of mystery since ancient times. Her green, her mountain, her water and her beauty are intoxicating. How many people in the world come here at all costs thousands of miles to see the charming appearance. In February of this year, I had the honor to contact the West Lake for the first time. Everything there impressed me deeply, like imprints carved on the flesh and blood, clear and lasting. Four months later, I went to Jiujiang with Penghua to take the exam. It was early summer, but it was very hot. I think of those ancient literati and moguists who left their hometown and traveled long distances to the capital in order to seek fame. The weather was the same at that time. The hot air expanded the enthusiasm for fame. How many people finally sank in the sea of fame? Today’s national and provincial examinations can’t help sighing. The crowd is like a mountain, and it is also like the sea. Can a lonely sail be like Li Bai’s long wind and broken waves sometimes, and hang up the cloud sail to the vast sea? Failure is normal. Success is just an accidental flash in the pan. The real fame and official road is an undercurrent of that mountain stream. People can only hear the sound in it, but can’t see how many unknown smells there are in this understream. After the exam, facing some abnormal questions, I felt a little upset. Since Emperor Yangdi of Sui opened imperial examination, examiners had been popular in Chinese society. This was the stage of examiners. I didn’t know whether the examiner’s face was dull or joyful when he saw a large group of people failed the imperial examination? In the 21st century, China even turned the exam into a utopia, and any success had something to do with this utopia. Some people even didn’t know what happened when they went to the exam, so they were overwhelmed by the ruthless crowd. In a bad mood, it is natural to get close to nature to relieve the unhappiness in the heart, which is the case for most literati. It is said that there is a place in Jiujiang. Although it is not as magnificent and magnificent as the West Lake, it is a small Iraqi. With a little joy, I came to the Yanshui Pavilion Station. There were two lakes on the opposite side, one was the Gantang Lake and the other was the South Lake. There is a dam about five or six meters wide in the middle, named Li Gong dam. On the whole, it has the state of West Lake and the shape of Su Di. It seems to be a miniature of the scaled West Lake. The lake surface is very calm, and the vision is also very wide. There are several small islands looming on the lake surface. Just as Bai Juyi looked at the green landscape of Dongting Lake from afar, there was a green snail in the silver plate. The situation is very fascinating. At the corner, Li gongdi was entered. The embankment was the same, but there was no quiet Su Causeway here. Noisy pedestrians and noisy vehicles were intertwined. The hot air on the ground was still steaming, and many pearls were inlaid on the faces of pedestrians. They rolled into the lake water with their hands, or evaporated directly. Occasionally there is a cool wind, which is very comfortable, but the smell of water is very dazzling, and a smell of dead fish smells straight in the nose, which makes people not want to stay, but it is not clear in the West Lake. After half a circle, the lotus leaves on the shore of Gan Tang Lake are charming. It is very green, with green leaves mixed with pink lotus flowers, which has some leisure interests of literati and scholars. Lotus is indispensable. This is the soul of scenery and the spirit of Lake. I can smell the slight Lotus smell, but I am not afraid of this trip. Another thing worth seeing is the trees along the coast. Tall and straight, like strong generals, standing beside this Xizi in rows, shaded her and windproof her. There are indeed many trees in Jiujiang, and they are also very tall. This is a scenery of Jiujiang and also a kind of complex. After all, Xizi is in Hangzhou. Jiujiang, the epitome of the West Lake, can only give people a kind of sustenance and comfort. Any kind of beautiful place can not be appreciated in three lines and two steps. A cursive view of flowers can only be on the rise. You need to be calm, slowly experience it, deeply root that beauty in your heart, and let it grow. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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