The scenery of Hangzhou is just as people say, and the most famous one is probably the West Lake. I originally wanted to visit Wuzhen and Qiandao Lake, but due to time constraints, Qiandao Lake is quite a distance away from Xiaoshan Airport. Therefore, it is difficult for Qiandao Lake to have time to pass. As for Wuzhen, it has similar scenery to Zhouzhuang. Since you want to pass to Zhouzhuang, Wuzhen is not considered. So after getting off the plane, I went straight to the West Lake. Although it was still early, the West Lake was already crowded with people. In this late spring, under the bright sunshine, the West Lake seemed very calm. The willow branches next to it were blown by the wind and fell down one by one. I walked by the lake, feeling very calm in my heart. At this time, it seemed to have forgotten the fatigue of the journey. The water surface of the West Lake is green. Compared with the West Lake in Huizhou, the lake surface here is indeed much wider. It is estimated that it is about three or four times larger. Standing on the side of the lake and looking over, Lei Feng Tower vaguely emerged in front of your eyes. There are many tourists by the lake, and the happy expressions on each face are clearly visible. They are all happily taking photos or interacting with each other. Most of them are in groups of twos and threes, but many of them seem to be students coming for a spring outing. These are a whole team. I walked forward slowly and soon arrived at Baidi. "My favorite lake is not enough to travel eastward, but the green poplar shade and white sand embankments." White Causeway doesn't actually feel very special to me. Maybe it's the wrong season for me to come here and I can't see the best scenery. After walking through the Baidi, I walked forward and saw Su Xiaoxiao's tomb. The poet ghost Li He did have a poem singing Su Xiaoxiao's tomb, but the poem does not seem to describe Su Xiaoxiao's tomb on the edge of the West Lake, because Li He is not from Hangzhou, but from Shanxi. Therefore, I suspect that there should be many places where Su Xiaoxiao, a famous prostitute, will be commemorated. Not just this side. Not far from Su Xiaoxiao's tomb is the tomb of Wu Song. Wu Song was a righteous man in the Song Dynasty and he was indeed a person. I have not studied his specific deeds in detail, but one thing is certain. He is different from the characters described in the Water Margin, and the Liangshanpo Uprising did not exist.

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is not only the West Lake itself, but also the ten famous scenery of the West Lake. I visited Feilaifeng, Lingyin Temple, and Yuewang Temple. Feilaifeng doesn't seem as magical as I remember, although I studied Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilaifeng" when I was a child,"Flying to the Chihiro Pagoda on the mountain, I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises. Not afraid of floating clouds blocking your eyes, but only because you are at the highest level." However, the Feiling-Peak in Hangzhou does not seem to be as high as described in the poem, let alone the "Chihiro", which slightly disappointed me. So I guess that the Feiling-Peak that Wang Jinggong mentioned is not this Feiling-Peak. Lingyin Temple is located inside Feilaifeng, which is the familiar temple where Monk Jigong practiced cultivation. When we arrive at Lingyin Temple, the most impressive thing inside is the Thousand Buddha Hall. The Thousand Buddha Hall is very spectacular, with thousands of Buddha statues in all forms. Gentle, smiling, serious. After that, we arrived at the Yuewang Temple. The Yuewang Temple was built on the Qixia Ridge. The statue of Yue Fei in the temple was solemn and solemn. On the stone statue were the four characters "Return My Rivers and Mountains". It is said that it was inscribed by Yue Fei, and its aura is as clear as a rainbow! "My hair is angry, I lean on the railing, and the rain stops." Standing in front of the statue of Yue Fei, I naturally feel the heroic spirit he displayed in "The Red River", and even feel my hair stand on end! Walking further inside, you will reach Yue Fei's tomb. Inside, you can see kneeling statues made of iron by Qin Hui, Wang, Zhang Jun, and Wanqi Yan. This image is very famous in history textbooks in junior high school!

Next, I went to Lei Feng Tower, when the sun had already set a lot to the west. But when I got to the Lei Feng Tower, I originally hoped to see the sunset of Lei Feng that I had heard about for a long time. But at this moment, it seems too early. So I feel a little regretful. There are really many people here at Lei Feng Tower. The old Lei Feng Tower was buried under this Lei Feng Tower. I had read the article "On the Falling of the Lei Feng Tower" written by Mr. Lu Xun before, and the article also included a photo of the Lei Feng Tower that had just fallen down at that time. The time was about 1924. It looks similar to the soil that appears in front of my eyes. I continued to walk up the stairs until I reached the fifth floor. The wind was quite strong at this time, and my very thin body seemed to be blown up. I stood on the tower and watched the lakes and mountains, and had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. At this time, he happened to see a beautiful woman on the tower. Whether it was her appearance or figure, this beautiful woman was perfect. It is appropriate to use Song Yu's "Dengtuzi Lust Fu" to describe the feeling: if you add one point, it will be too long, and if you subtract one point, it will be too short; if you add powder, it will be too white; if you apply red, it will be too red; the eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like white snow; the waist is like a bundle of vegetables; and the teeth are like shells. Since ancient times, Suzhou and Hangzhou have produced beautiful women. It is indeed true! Although the scenery is good, standing on a high place is a challenge for a person like me who is afraid of heights. After standing for a while, the soles of my feet are already trembling.

I didn't see Lei Feng's sunset, so I came down from the tower. It was close to dusk. I rode my bicycle back in the direction of the hotel. On the way, I passed through the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which looked sparkling under the light! The Grand Canal I saw in textbooks before seems to be wider and larger than this. But judging from this section of the river, the canal is only more than 50 meters wide. But after all, this is a canal with a total length of more than 1700 kilometers. This cost a lot of manpower and material resources during the Sui Emperor Yang Dynasty! After more than 1500 years of wind and rain, the canal seems to be becoming calmer and calmer! I walked alone and bored on the ancient street next to the canal. This ancient street is not as noisy and lively as the Yangshuo Old Street in Guilin Scenic Area. It can be said that it is extremely quiet here. There were only a few tourists wandering around. However, the scenery is not as amazing as expected, and it is just the same as other ancient streets. I walked all the way to the end of the old street, and then turned from there and went back to the hotel.

I only stayed in Hangzhou for two days. At around 7 a.m. on the third day, I hurried from Hangzhou to Suzhou. On the way, I ran into a lovely girl. Since I was on the same road, I shamelessly asked her where she was going. She said that she was from Hangzhou, and because she had not been to Suzhou yet, she took advantage of this May Day holiday to visit. She originally thought about going to Suzhou Gardens, but because she couldn't book tickets there too late, she had to give up. In the end, she had to choose the nearby Lion Grove to visit, and I was going to Humble Administrator's Garden, so we had to go our separate ways! The experience of chatting up a girl for the first time is not boring!

I followed the team and slowly entered Humble Administrator's Garden. In fact, the garden was the private garden of dignitaries in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. There are quite a few gardens like this in Suzhou. Humble Administrator's Garden is the most outstanding representative and epitome of them. The reason why it is famous in the world is not only for its beautiful scenery, but also a very important reason is that its owners have been famous and important figures in Chinese history. Li Hongzhang, Cao Xueqin, Hong Xiuquan and other important figures in the history of Chinese culture have stayed in it for a long or short time. Although the garden is bustling with people, it still gives people a very leisurely feeling. Looking inside from the entrance, there are many trees and lush. Because I had walked too long in the past two days and was really tired, I saw a stone stool in front of me, so I quickly occupied it. Not far in front of me was an elderly couple. They seemed to have passed their age. They just sat quietly without speaking, but both had sweet smiles on their faces. "Wu Yin in drunkenness is charming, but who is the old lady with white hair?" I was moved by the scene in front of me and hoped that time would stay at this moment forever and no longer move forward. Slowly, slowly, I sat on the stone bench, leaning against the guardrail next to me, and almost fell asleep. By this time, the sunset had slowly moved westward. I walked out of the garden. At this time, a poem naturally appeared in my mind,"Gusu is called Hanshan Temple, and the bell reaches the passenger ship at midnight."

The roads in urban Suzhou are still quite complicated, and they are completely inferior to Hangzhou, which is already comparable to Guangzhou's traffic. I walked a long way, but I couldn't find the way to Hanshan Temple, which seemed to be closing at 4:30 p.m. So I had to give up and hurried to Huqiu Mountain Park. The driver kept introducing me to all the things about Huqiu Mountain Park. I also asked him about Zhouzhuang's situation in passing, and he said that Zhouzhuang and Tongli Ancient Town were similar. It seemed closer to Tongli Ancient Town, but at this time, I still couldn't forget Zhouzhuang, so I made up my mind to go to Zhouzhuang.

Huqiu Mountain Park is not tall, but it has a long history and culture. It seems to have a great connection with what is described in the Spring and Autumn Annals of Wu Yue. The core attraction inside is the Leaning Tower of Tiger Hill. I forgot its specific inclination. It seems to be about 2.58 degrees. I think the tower body looks very old, and it seems similar to the old Lei Feng Tower. Against the backdrop of the sunset. The more mysterious the ancient leaning tower becomes. People can't help but peek into what is hidden in the tower. For safety reasons, this ancient tower is certainly inaccessible. From the pagoda, you can see Sun Wu's training platform and cultural relics related to Wu Zixu, as well as the sword-testing stone of Gan General Moye. The sword-testing stone was neatly split in the middle, which showed how sharp this general Moxie was. There were also tour guides on site giving detailed introductions to tourists. I stayed inside for about an hour. Try to search every corner. I was afraid that I would miss something inside. Wait until you have confirmed in your heart that you have seen everything you want to see. Only then did I walk out of the inside safely. At this time, the sun was already setting in the west and reaching the foot of the mountain. I looked back at the mountain. It seemed to be telling me its long thoughts, especially the thrilling history of Fucha Helu, King of Wu. I closed my eyes and held my breath, for fear that even the slightest omission would be made. At the same time, he walked forward slowly!

By the time I returned to the hotel, I was too tired to move...

Early the next morning, I hurriedly took a taxi to the subway and then a taxi to the next stop, Zhouzhuang. The closer I got to Zhouzhuang, the more nervous I became. The impression of Zhouzhuang in the primary school textbook could no longer help but rush into my mind. Will the scenery in Zhouzhuang be the same as in the textbooks? I have doubts in my heart.

Since it is the May Day holiday, there is a lot of traffic here. By the time I reached the gate of Zhouzhuang, my stomach was already growling from hunger. I walked into a restaurant, ordered a Wansan pig's trotters and a plate of fried clams with leeks and ate them. However, the person sitting opposite me was a strange person. He ordered six dishes and ordered a few bottles of beer, and started eating them as if no one was around. This person looks like a dull person. I quickly finished my meal and walked out. I was very afraid. I was afraid that this guy would go crazy after drinking. It would be very troublesome!

After eating, I entered through the main gate of Zhouzhuang alone. After stepping into the main gate, the lakes and mountains inside came into my eyes. The scenery of Zhouzhuang seemed to have a contemporary sense of time compared with the Humble Administrator's Garden. Walking in this ancient water village, my footsteps gradually slowed down. She walked forward gently, afraid that if the voice was louder, it would break the distant silence. Looking around, this ancient stone arch bridge is almost the same as the one described in the textbook. The water under the arch bridge is not clear. Because it is reflected by the trees on the shore, it looks too green. There are many yachts rocking on the water. There seemed to be a lot of people queuing up here waiting to board the boat. Looking at the crowded crowd. I did not stop and continued to move forward. Not far ahead is the residence of Shen Wansan, once the richest man in Jiangnan. In the center of the house is a portrait of Shen Wansan. There seems to be a cornucopia on both sides. This house is not too big compared to Suzhou gardens. Many tourists keep throwing coins into the cornucopia, as if to pray for blessings. Slowly, there were more and more people here, and I quickly squeezed out. It was also densely packed with people. The road in Zhouzhuang was also very narrow. I lined up with the people of people and walked for a long time before I finally arrived at a relatively wide open space. I walked around the manor for about a week. After looking at some places again and again, I still couldn't bear to part with it. By the time I came out of the inside, it was already past 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Originally, the May Day journey would come to an end when we reached Zhouzhuang. But previous classmate Chen Wu insisted on advising me to see the night view of Shanghai Beach. I listened to his words, came out of Zhouzhuang, and took the express train non-stop to Shanghai. Although it was already summer, I didn't know why I felt very cold. The drive to Shanghai was very short, less than 40 minutes. I took a bus to a nearby subway station, and from there I took the subway to the Huangpu River. After leaving the subway station, there were more people here near Shimao Daxia. The night view looked splendid under the illumination of the lights.

Probably because this place is very close to the river or the seaside. Sitting there and eating sirloin flour, it feels like the cold wind is biting to the bone. It's so cold that I can't stop talking. It's very cold. At this time, I chose to walk towards the Oriental Pearl Tower. Walking on the road, it was nearly 10:30, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, making it a little lonely. But when we approached the Huangpu River, we felt that it was bustling and lively.

Shanghai's Shili Ocean Beach is really not imaginary. At first glance, it is shining brightly. In China, it is probably the best night view except Hong Kong's Victoria Port. The Oriental Pearl Tower and the building opposite it complement each other more clearly and set off each other. The lights kept flashing between the two buildings, which was beautiful. Standing by the Huangpu River and being blown by the river wind, I felt refreshed, and my mind suddenly became much clearer. Therefore, I also thought of the song "Shanghai Beach". The lyrics in it vividly express the helplessness of the passage of time and the loneliness of the hero.

After the light show was over, the city slowly returned to loneliness, as if it was only a flash from prosperity to loneliness. By this time, I had withdrawn from the excitement, returned to the hotel tiredly, and ended my day's trip.