The West Lake under the night is also extremely beautiful.
The West Lake embankment is dotted with colorful lights. The willow and peach trees on the side of the embankment are shiny with a bright band.
The Juxian Pavilion in the lake is beautiful under the decoration of the lights, like a beautiful and dignified beauty Ling Bo on the water, and the flat lake surface also reflects its scenery, which is reflected in Hui. Taguang is beautiful, and under the lingering of the distant mountains and rivers, it even highlights the dream beauty of the West Lake.
Visitors are weaving, willow branches sway, breeze Buddha faces, blue waves.
Under the night of the night, under the shining of the bright lights, it is like the peerless beauty of the costume, showing a quiet but amazing beauty.
"Want to compare the West Lake to Xizi, and the light makeup is always suitable."
Ye Junlang couldn't help opening, Shi Xing's hair.
The sinking fish glanced at Ye Junlang and said, "Why does the famous sentence circulating in the ages change in your mouth and feel the taste changes? It is a bit weird."
Ye Junlang said quickly: "Sinking fish, no matter how much I am a security guard at key universities in the country. Our Jianghai University has a deep cultural heritage and a strong cultural atmosphere. It also becomes more culture. If you do n’t say that you have become a poem, but you can memorize so many ancient poems under the scene. Dafa. "
"Speak the same as true. Can the nature of your hooligan be influenced by the so -called cultural atmosphere?" Shen Shenyu glanced at Ye Junlang and said, "You can see a few more poems."
"When the mountains are outside the mountain, what time is the West Lake singing and dancing? The warm wind smokes the tourists and drunk, and put Hangzhou as a Luzhou." Ye Junlang exported almost in seconds.
The eyes of Shen Shenyu were bright and surprised, and said, "Yo, it's not bad. One more song."
"Wait."
Ye Junlang spoke, he stood on the side of the West Lake, looked at the lake -colored landscape, as if he was brewing.
As soon as the sinking fish turned around, looking at Ye Junlang's now serious look, she couldn't help but couldn't help but smile.
This guy must be poor and embarrassed to admit it, so he pretended to be deep.
The sinking fish did not dismantle it, so she stood beside Ye Junlang. She was determined to see what Ye Junlang could think of what could be thought about the poems about the West Lake under the rack.
"Can't think of it? Do you want me to help you?" After a while, the sinking fish blinked and asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Ye Junlang said sharply, looking at the Shen Shenyu, saying, "Sink fish, I'm afraid to disappoint you. No, I remembered a poem again."
"Oh? May wish to listen." Shen Shenyu smiled.
"Then I will say it, you sound well."
"Whatever you say, don't delay time, you say it."
"Cough-" Ye Junlang cleared his throat, and then he chanted the poem.
"Who has written poems? Why don't I remember such a poem ..." Shen Shenyu was surprised.
Slap!
At this time, Ye Junlang took out the lighter, ordered a cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out the smoke in the mouth, and there was a momentum of pointing the rivers and mountains. The big poet is far away in front of the sky. "
"Why do I say this poem is not at all, listen to the weird one. It turned out to be your own oil poem edited by your guy." The sinking fish opened, and she reacted, but Ye Junlang's oil poem, a touch of a touch, a bit of a touch The red halo couldn't help climbing to her cheeks.
Ye Junlang's improvisation of this oil poem praised the beauty of the West Lake, but the last two sentences turned around. For metaphor, if the West Lake was regarded as a beautiful woman, it was not as good as the heavy fish. beauty.
The sinking fish glanced at Ye Junlang and said, "You guy can, the means of pushing girls are endless, and they all learn to pretend to be literary and artistic. In this way, you are afraid that you have cheated a lot of girls. Human feelings? "
In this case, Ye Junlang dares to vaguely, and quickly said: "President Shen is wronged. The so -called good sentence, the wonderful hand occasionally. Besides, do you see me like the kind of people who are right all day and the moon and the moon are right? The conscience of heaven and earth, I dare to guarantee that my poem was my first time. However, the first time I gave it to President Shen, I am willing, I have no complaints and regrets. "
"You, you are going to die, you bastard, every word you say is not kind, can you not say something like a normal person?" wave.
Ye Junlang laughed, stretched out his hand around the sinking fish ***, and walked on the side of the West Lake of Yiyi Yiyi.
"The poem just gave you, do you like it?" Ye Junlang asked with a smile.
"Huh, don't care about you!"
The sinking fish snorted, don't go over, but the corner of the mouth couldn't help raising a smile.
Ye Junlang was about to say something, but suddenly he frowned and felt a little bit right.
Even at night, on the west lake, there were still tourists such as weaving, a bench under the weeping willow, and some resting tourists, whispering and laughing in the air, and continuously passed into the evil species.
If you look on the surface, everything looks very common, and there is nothing special.
But just, Ye Junlang clearly felt that he had a few hidden eyes towards him and the sinking fish.
It is someone else, I am afraid that it is difficult to capture the sense of obscure eyes, but for Ye Junlang, who has extremely keen perception ability, he feels like he is very scary. The intuition sense.
"Is the Jiang family going to act?"
Ye Junlang's eyes sank, and a sharp murder intent.
If someone has been ambush here and stares at them, then this area will become very unsafe.
If only Ye Junlang alone is okay, no matter what the surrounding trap, he just breaks the game, but there is a heavy fish around him. He has to treat it carefully and never let the deep fish be dangerous.
"Hey, don't you say that you can do it. Why is it dumb?" Shen Shenyu saw that Ye Junlang suddenly became abnormal, and he didn't speak anymore. He couldn't help but glance at him curiously.
Ye Junlang still had nothing to do on the surface. He smiled and said, "I have thousands of words, and I want to tell you all my life. You can hear it with your heart."
"Poor mouth, I want to fight again!"
The sinking fish snorted.
Ye Junlang smiled, and he reached out and held the shoulder of the deep fish, almost protecting her in front of her, and then said, "Come with me. What will happen to you? Suddenly, just follow me. "