I just want to see West Lake, it's wonderful in summer. Beishan Road | Lotus | West Lake
On the weekend, when it's raining, I think about going to Guozhuang to see lotus, choosing a pavilion on the lakeside, and sitting quietly waiting for the rain to come. Isn't it wonderful. Guozhuang is my favorite garden in the whole of Hangzhou. No garden can hold half of West Lake under the window like it does. Pushing through the window, one can see the lotus leaves that touch the sky and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun, which are truly rare scenery. Moreover, there are few tourists here, enjoying the lotus flowers. The mountains are as beautiful as E and the ripples are like silk, exuding a sense of tranquility and antiquity. Every summer in Guozhuang, there is a lotus exhibition, and I especially love to ride the wind and invite a patch of lotus outside the Moon Pavilion. The pavilion is clean and planted, without any branches or vines. The lotus is red and green, and it is sunny. The Wind Inviting Moon Pavilion is a four cornered pavilion. In summer, when the partition doors and windows are removed, it becomes a pavilion. In front of it, there are ripples of water, and in the back, there is a deep courtyard, emitting a cool night breeze. The pavilion is open and spacious, and you can hear waves of lotus wind; In winter, when the doors and windows are closed, it becomes a warm pavilion again. Plum blossoms fall and branches grow, while the wind and snow on the tower create a warm atmosphere inside. Nowadays, the Wind Inviting Moon Pavilion has become a tea room, with air conditioning inside, and the partition fans are turned off in both winter and summer. Before the heavy rain came, the lake and sky were all the same, and the boats on the lake docked neatly at the dock, with two mandarin ducks floating in the water. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, a large group of dark clouds gathered over West Lake, and the fierce rolling wind roared and tore. A wave of water vapor quickly filled the lake surface, and the cedar forest was as dark as night. Immediately after, raindrops fell. At first, the raindrops were large and spaced apart. In no time, the raindrops became dense and fell from the distant sky, densely packed like fine needles piercing into the lake. Rainwater washes away all the colors of heaven and earth, and West Lake looks like a black and white splashed ink landscape painting. The lotus leaves flip in one direction with the wind, the pink petals fly gracefully, and the proud lotus pod sways in a drunken manner, disregarding its image. The raindrops falling on the lotus leaves, no matter what shape they pull their bodies into, cannot cling to the lotus surface. They roll and knead into beads, falling into the lake water with a clattering sound. As Yang Wanli wrote in "The Rain of Little Pond Lotus Leaves": "It is the pond lotus that jumps in the torrential rain, scattering the true pearls and then gathering again. Fortunately, it gathers into a pool of mercury, pouring into the clear waves and nowhere to be found." Soon after the rain, the washed sky reveals a blue face from the cracks in the dark clouds. After the rain, the lake and mountains, like a bathed girl, emit a clean and fragrant fragrance all over. ". The world is refreshed, and the beauty of nature in its prime is as vast and distant as a fairy tale. In my opinion, besides Guozhuang, the best place to appreciate lotus in West Lake is the Bo Xiang Pavilion in the Qu Yuan Wind Lotus Pavilion. The Bo Xiang Pavilion is surrounded by water on three sides and lotus wind on all sides. There is shade under the pavilion, so there is no upper cooling. Outside the lotus pond, there are densely packed trees, four or five weeping willows, and layers of camphor and Luan trees, creating an extraordinary lotus source. Paired with black tiles and white walls, the water pavilion and corridor resemble the lakes and mountains in Song paintings. It's raining again to come to the Fragrant Pavilion to see the lotus flowers. The water is tranquil and the rain is hazy. The rainwater falls into the pool from the eaves of the pavilion, making a tinkling sound
