Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

The catkins on the broken bridge, the drizzle between the leaves of the sycamore tree, the small boats in the lake, and the twigs of the branches. The most memorable thing is the West Lake.

The West Lake in midsummer is naturally not a paradise on earth. The whole body seems to be wrapped in a thick layer of hot air, and only a few bursts of hot air can be fanned out. It's more uncomfortable than the scorching sun.

A light boat with double oars.The laying in the boat may still be a bit crude, with a few strands of cotton wadding exposed on the broken cushions, which drifted away with the breeze.I'm afraid this is the slenderness and frailty of Jiangnan. She doesn't sing loudly, but just leans on the edge of the boat, closes her eyes and thinks, as gentle as a warbler in a willow.The lake water flows quietly, and what people think of is definitely not silk and satin, or warm jade, but more like the shell of a salted duck egg that has been cold for several hours, and it is still warm to the touch.Most of the fish in West Lake are perch with huge mouth and fine scales. It is said that "perch is very popular" in Wu. Does Zhang Jiying know about the perch in West Lake?

With the sunset glow, scales compete in the lake, and there are silver fish scales everywhere, and the fish heads break through the water and soar upwards.The lake is like a magnet, which attracts the fish vigorously, without any friction, and sinks lightly, no wonder there are no waves in the lake.The water of the lake seems to be able to darken the eyes, and it is difficult to tell the depth of the lines, but it is still full of spring water and light spring mountains.

The sky and the earth suddenly "applied red makeup", and the red clouds swelled up most of the sky, and some gray clouds were also reflected in a somewhat energetic way, as if they were talking with people.The willows by the embankment are so lush that they seem to have nowhere to vent, leaning against the walls of the faded paint.Who would know that there are hundreds of high-rise buildings in a bustling city five miles away, but here there are only two or three sparsely populated ones.This is where the seclusion lies.

The red glow gradually dissipated, and the clouds rushed to cover the remaining red light.The sky is also deserted, I can only see some struggling lights between the dense clouds, and the top of Baochu Pagoda is also a little dim at this time, as if a layer of red light has been lifted by someone, so the night is gradually approaching. come up.With a bald head and a slender body, it is worthy of the name, retaining the demure and dignity of a lady.She is not as majestic and heroic as Tengwang Pavilion and Yellow Crane Tower. These two are too aggressive, and they inevitably use too much force, and the carvings are more complicated.After all, she is a small pagoda by the West Lake, stepping on the fields of lotus ponds, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, she is naturally carved and decorated, which makes people feel more intimate.

"If you can't get rid of Hangzhou, half of your stay is in this lake."

Looking for the dream of the West Lake, but I don't know that the dream has come because I like it, so I am happy. --Inscription

In spring, I like to ride a bicycle to the countryside for an outing, to be accompanied by the breeze and white clouds, and to dance with the wind with the green willows.I like the clear blue sky, the leisurely white clouds, the chirping little swallows busy building their nests, wearing earphones and being intoxicated by Meijia's song "Swallow Bites Mud".I like to smell the fragrance of the soil and the smell of green grass after the rain, like the warm morning sun falling on me, and like the small yellow flowers of dandelions.I like to walk alone in the quiet woods, make a few green willow flutes, and recall the beauty of childhood in the sound of the flute.I like the spring scenery of the garden, standing in the rain of peach blossom petals and singing a peach blossom poem.I also like to stare at the river of spring water and ignite the fireworks of hope and dreams again in my heart, even if it is just a momentary bloom.

Chun, I like your vigorous breath...

In summer, I like the scorching sun like fire, the way the leaves glisten in the sun, the wild flowers attracting bees and butterflies everywhere, and listening to the happy singing of birds in the forest.I like the cool light rain, the beautiful rainbow after the rain, I like to walk on the grass in a flower skirt in the early morning when the morning glow just shows up, let the dewdrops wet my feet, and feel the coolness and comfort.I like to eat popsicles in the shade under the scorching sun to enjoy the coolness, and I like to stroll in the streets full of the rich fragrance of lilac flowers in the sunset.I like to drink wine with my friends under the vines in the summer evening, learn the ancients to recite poems and prose, I like to listen to the sound of flowers blooming at night, and I like to relive the plots in my dreams when I wake up in the morning.

Xia, I like your fragrant smell...

In autumn, I like fiery red leaves, dyed forests, abundant harvests and fruits, listening to farmers talking about a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, the whispering of autumn insects, watching the "guard of honor" of wild geese flying south, and being in the sky high in the clouds. Go out on a light day and enjoy the unique charm of autumn.I like to look for the artistic conception of "leave the lotus to listen to the sound of rain" in the lotus pond on rainy days, like the moon full of lovesickness in Mid-Autumn Festival, and like the happiness of gathering under the moon.I like to lean on the screen window and miss my old friend alone in the lonely late autumn season, and enjoy a lonely feeling alone.I like to share the joy and sorrow in beautiful words with friends in sleepless nights.

Qiu, I like your maturity and tranquility...

In winter, I like the beauty of snowflakes falling from the sky profusely, the posture and fragrance of plum blossoms proud of the snow.I like the coolness of the snow and the clear sky, listening to the laughter of children playing in the snow, and counting the huge magpie nests on the poplar trees.I like to eat a bunch of candied haws, chew sweet sugar cane, write a few snow appreciation poems with my friends, and paint a picture of "Red Plums Welcome Spring" with splashes of ink.I like to wait for the New Year's bell to ring in complicated emotions, and I like the fireworks blooming in the sky.I like the warmth of the phrase "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" I like to listen to the approaching footsteps of spring in winter, a joy and a look forward to.

Dong, I like your tranquil Zhiyuan...

I like the innocence of children, the vitality of young people, the maturity and elegance of middle-aged people, the kindness and vicissitudes of old people, just like the four seasons I like. He came from the city, saying that he wanted to discuss redecorating the two crumbling tile-roofed houses in his hometown in the country.

Grandpa worked as a long-term worker, sold coolies, and grandma and grandpa depended on each other for life, and he insisted on raising four children with his own hands.Whenever my father talked about these things, layers of warmth were smeared on his majestic face, tears flickered in his stern eyes, and sadness trembled in his low tone...

I haven't seen him for a few years. Grandpa's hair has turned gray again. The wrinkles on his forehead are scattered and scattered. His jacket seems to have been forgotten by the heat of midsummer. The vicissitudes of time.As soon as I entered the door, my grandfather held me in his arms, and he just kept repeating: "My good grandson is growing taller again. My good grandson is growing taller again."

During dinner, the usually majestic father became very easy-going—speaking slowly, talking and laughing softly, pouring wine for grandpa from time to time, putting vegetables in grandpa's bowl, carefully picking out fish bones, and repeatedly telling mother , Grandpa's teeth are not very good, the next meal will cook more overcooked and easy-to-chew dishes. "Dad, eat enough, just like in my hometown!" Father persuaded grandpa attentively.Through the thick lenses, I could clearly see that my father's eye circles were red...

After dinner, my father said that it was rare for grandpa to come, and asked me to put down my homework and sit with him for a while longer with grandpa.I sat next to my grandfather, and my father made tea and smoked for him. I heard that my grandfather mentioned that my grandmother had rheumatism.Father interjected from time to time, looking a little excited, with layers of happiness on his reddish cheeks.

Before going to bed, my father personally fetched a basin of water and brought a towel, and asked grandpa to wash his face. After grandpa finished washing, my father poured water into the foot basin, added some hot water, and then squatted down, slowly.

Because there are too many likes, so I am happy!With a light boat and a short pole, I wandered in the West Lake.