我知道这是一个根本谈不上美的标题,把它和美轮美奂的西湖联系在一起确实有些牵强,根本不足以体现出西湖的美艳。但当我漫步在西子湖畔,蒙蒙细雨打湿了周围的一切,脚下的石板是湿的,湖畔的树是湿的,就连微微荡起浪花的西湖笼罩在一片蔼蔼烟雨之中,仿佛也被这细雨打湿了似的,我恍然发现自己看惯了西湖的风花雪月,却忽略这雨中别样的西湖,于是脑海中潜意识想到这个标题。 I know this is a title that can hardly be described as beautiful at all. To link it with the magnificent West Lake is indeed far-fetched. It simply can not reflect the beauty of the West Lake. But when I walked by the West Lake, it was drizzled by wet rain, the slate at the foot of the lake was wet, the tree at the lake was wet, and even the slightly laced West Lake was shrouded in amiable amusement, as if Was wet by the rain like, I suddenly found myself used to the romantic West Lake, but ignore this rain in a different West Lake, so mind subconsciously think of this title.