In the company of the setting sun, what is the afterglow of stepping on the twilight drum

Title: "Drunken West Lake".

Original. Drunken West Lake.

The water is shining and the eyes are good, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

Accompanied by the setting sun and the afterglow of the twilight drums, I approached the West Lake shrouded in night. Nearby is the evening breeze and the moon on the willow bank, which is very quiet in all directions, but under this quiet appearance, there seems to be some kind of restlessness. Sure enough, when the strings of the dance pavilion in the distance were blown by the lotus fragrance and the evening breeze, the willows on the shore danced gently as if they were restrained, and it seemed to be the ripples of the strings here.

I wonder if there is a wonderful spirit that controls the joys and sorrows of these creatures. The street lamps in the forest are like pearls of the night, revealing soft light, imprinting the fluttering dance of the wicker in the eyes of visitors.

In the distance, there are pavilions singing and dancing. The sound of singing and dancing and the trills of silk strings seem to float from the warm wind of the Southern Song Dynasty, drifting thousands of miles away, and there are secret words mixed with too much lake water. Xizi's laughter and the poet's chant sound vague and hazy, like music but not music, which makes people wonder who the singer is and what the lyrics mean; Let people follow the singing to peek at the intermittent flashing figures in the pavilion, I don't know if there is Su Xiaoxiao's charming smile and the fairy robe of the white lady in the wind.

The dimly lit scenery beckons visitors from afar through the night.

Between the near and far, there is a clear water of the West Lake. The fog does not exist, but the water vapor of a lake rises with the mellow fragrance of the West Lake, covering a sea of water, a few corridors and lush forests like a fog. Looking at the West Lake, it is as misty as seeing flowers in the fog.

Suddenly, I seemed to have a feeling that the song was sublimated by the water of the West Lake, the dance was blown by the breeze of the West Lake, and the lamp was the water pattern of the West Lake surfaced. The lake shimmers with a mysterious sheen and seems to have endless secrets.

Tonight, I don't know if I changed the name of West Lake to heavy makeup, because she has a noisy crowd and singing and dancing. Tonight, it is difficult to deny that West Lake is light makeup, because she has a veil made of bright moon and light water vapor. But, whether she's elegant or glamorous tonight, I can conclude that she's drunk.

Drunken West Lake. Drunken West Lake.

Accompanied by the setting sun and stepping on the afterglow of the twilight drum, I walked into the West Lake shrouded in night.

Nearby, is the evening breeze and bright moon on the willow bank. It's quiet all around, but underneath this tranquil appearance, there seems to be some kind of restlessness. Sure enough, when the strings of the dance pavilion in the distance were accompanied by lotus incense blowing in the evening breeze, the willows on the shore were restrained and gently dancing the branches and leaves, as if the strings were rippling here.

I wonder if there is a wonderful spirit that controls the joys and sorrows of these creatures. The street lamps in the forest are like pearls of the night, revealing soft light, imprinting the fluttering dance of the wicker in the eyes of visitors.

In the distance, there are pavilions singing and dancing. The sound of singing and dancing and the trills of silk strings seemed to float from the warm wind, drifting thousands of miles away, mixed with the honey of too much lake water. Xizi's laughter and the poet's chant sound vague and hazy, like music but not like music, making people bother to speculate, who is the singer?

What do the lyrics mean? Let people peek at the intermittent flashing figures in the pavilion according to the singing, I don't know if there is Su Xiaoxiao's charming smile and the fairy robe of the white lady in the wind.

In between the distance, there is a clear water of the West Lake, the fog does not exist, but the lake water rises with the mellow fragrance of the West Lake, like a fog covering a water sky, a few winding corridors and lush forests. Looking at the West Lake, it is as misty as seeing flowers in the fog. Suddenly, I seemed to have a feeling that the song was sublimated by the water of the West Lake, the dance was blown by the breeze of the West Lake, and the yellow halo of the lamp was the water pattern of the West Lake rising to the surface.

The lake shimmers with a mysterious sheen and seems to have endless secrets.

Tonight, I don't know whether to call West Lake a heavy makeup, because it has a noisy crowd and singing and dancing. Tonight, it is difficult to deny that West Lake is light makeup, because she has a veil made of bright moon and fresh water. But, whether she's elegant or glamorous tonight, I can conclude that she's drunk.

"The mountains are like E, the flowers are like cheeks, the warm breeze is like wine, and the ripples are like silk. Only four sentences, but because of the selection of typical scenery of the West Lake, it is enough to see the beautiful style of the West Lake. This is a true statement.

When he raised his hand, he didn't feel drunk. "This is a fictional West Lake, in order to contrast the beauty of the West Lake.

1. Aksu's journey is abrupt and abrupt.

The vast West Lake.

Turquoise trees.

A gentle moon.

Fresh water vapor.

The intoxicating West Lake, the smart trees, the bright moon and the misty water vapor.

This article describes the evening breeze, willows, bright moon, strings, and lake water in order from near to far, to praise the night view of West Lake.