You turn west from the middle section of Di'anmen North Street into a small alley, and you can see Kyoto's scenic Shichahai Lake like a mirror. However, the sea is close to the buildings and the water is close to the road. The red dust is still billowing on the water on the shore. But if you walk along the northwest of the water for a while, you will see that the two banks are slanted together, tied together by a bridge, and then open up. This is the famous Yinding Bridge and the water surface of Houhai. From here, you can enter a beautiful place with cool weather in all seasons. Looking at the willows in the spring, bathing in the wind in the summer, looking at the water in the autumn, and walking on the ice in the winter, abandon the Drum Tower and head west to a rugged side street filled with shops, along the bank of the lake and sea that is almost parallel to the lake. Amidst the hustle and bustle, on the side of the busy city, you can finally find peace and tranquility.

Looking to the west across the water in Qianhai, you can see the silver ingot bridge with its stone rainbow rippling and the jade railings high and arched, like a silver ingot floating upside down on the water. Under the bridge, there are gentle waves, yesterday's moss, today's water, swaying light and shadow, and the breeze of the four seasons. Or if the wave is horizontal, with the bright skylight and the misty color of the water, you can see that the bridge is on the water, and in the water, inside and outside the sparkling blue waves, the bridge arches are aligned up and down, like flying down the Taixu sky mirror. It is really a masterpiece that combines the south wind and the north wind to see the big in the small. Historical records“Eight Scenery of Jintai”of“Silver Ingot Viewing Mountain”That’s it. I must have been able to see the winding Western Mountains from here, but now my view has been blocked by the tall buildings rising in the distance. Recently, I came across the memory of Li Dongyang, a Ming Dynasty man, who was leaning on the railing against the waves:“The best landscape in the city, how many idle years in the world”, can be used as proof.

The vastness modifies the majestic outline of the nearby houses, and the lights reduce it to a warm background wrapped in life. The street lamps smooth the scars that are constantly being patched on the road, showing its magnanimity and slenderness to passers-by. The stainless steel supports of the railings along the lake shine with a bit of modern humanistic brilliance in the residual light of the street lamps. However, the sky above the sky was still bright, and it was a high and vast bright color. It gradually darkens to all sides, and from the northeast to the southwest, it gradually merges with the hazy black, diffuse gray, light pink, and bright orange near the ground, forming a background of changing colors. The trees have long since withered, and when you look up, you will see locust branches standing tall in the twilight, and willow branches hanging silently in the tranquility. One branch after another, like clear and delicate brushstrokes on the sky, outlines the calmness of winter here and the depth of life. The lake surface has been covered with ice armor to keep out the cold, reflecting the skylight faintly. The high walls of the houses on the other side are like a row of black silhouettes projected on the ice, and the shadows are like diffuse ink. However, I suddenly discovered that above the dark silhouette, against the brilliant backdrop, and against the calm and distant skylight, the branches of the row of tall poplar trees on the opposite bank were as clear as the old locust trees on this bank beside me. Their whole bodies rose from the ground, standing upright in front of the bright sky, like majestic veterans, guarding the clear water of the lake and our home. At this time, a few neon lights flashed red and green in the depths of the vast twilight, marking the end of one kind of hustle and the beginning of another kind of hustle in the distance, while the skylight still showed tenaciously in the western sky, and the bright red city lights gradually spread in the east, south, and west on the other side, forming a kind of loose light group that blended with the sky and night. The day is not over yet,

The night seems to have not yet fallen, showing the all-round romantic transition of modern cities. Those old trees were silent in this atmosphere, like wise men who had experienced all the changes in the sea. They looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun in the west and the lonely stars in the high sky, looked at the bustling and colorful city that never sleeps, and looked down at the silent back sea of ​​the lake. I was in awe.