Notes on West Lake||"To compare West Lake to Xi Shi, light or heavy makeup always suits her

". ||"To compare West Lake to Xi Shi, light or heavy makeup always suits her.".🍉🍊🍓 In the misty drizzle, holding a small umbrella, I walk along the shore of West Lake towards the Broken Bridge in the remaining snow, taking in the full view of West Lake, like a veiled lady, her smiles and frowns faintly discernible. 🎋🌾🍃 The lake is vast, the mist is hazy, occasionally mandarin ducks play in the water, sinking and floating, truly joyful. On the shore, passersby and strangers either take photos to commemorate or stop to admire, no noise of car horns, only a quiet and beautiful solitude remains. 🌼🌺🌸 The architecture along the shore is ancient and elegant, with golden years, black tiles and white walls, bamboo pavilions, century-old shops, each with its own decoration, all revealing refinement. 🍑🍒🌽 On the Broken Bridge, a few people come and go, looking into the distance, slightly desolate. The willows are sparse, swaying in the wind, as if to retain the passersby, as if to express their melancholy; a place of demotion, a life of disappointment, fallen from high mountains, never giving up on oneself, drinking and lamenting, accusing the heavens, clouds covering the sun, powerless. Drunk, people leave with resentment, ephemeral as mayflies, a life of poverty with no recourse; sober, people wander in confusion, a mountain of books, where to seek the answer to the enigma. 🍀🌴☘️ The bridge ends and the road goes straight, leading to the exit, with a fork in the road to the heart of the lake island, where peach blossoms are everywhere, too beautiful for words, dazzling, making one linger and forget to return, time slips away, a fleeting moment, dusk approaches, arriving at a small pavilion, as if it were yesterday's life, going round and round, still on the small island in the heart of the lake. 🤔🤔🤔 Time is frozen, life's changes are decreed by heaven, actions are determined by oneself. Poets and scholars, young and frivolous, with lofty aspirations and boundless passion, entering the officialdom, repeatedly hitting walls, harboring resentment, hard to bear, writing furiously, offering remonstrations, until being demoted, sent to local administration, for the country, is it submerging talent? For oneself, is it squandering youth? History has already answered. 🙃🙃🙃 Without understanding, do not speculate, without achieving the result, do not easily give up; with worries and thoughts, do not seek sympathy from others, with beliefs and concepts, do not engage in sophistry with others; compete with oneself, follow one's own principles, regulate one's own words and deeds, overcome one's own shortcomings, surpass one's own past, and win against oneself in the future. 🌲🌵🌳 As night falls and vision blurs, although the direction is unknown, move forward with determination, the road may be winding, but it will eventually lead to the exit. Flowers fall yet remain proud, life is short, the scenery here is uniquely beautiful; clouds part and the moon shines like dawn, in a hurry to travel, the mind henceforth wanders freely.