“我打江南走过,那等在季节里的容颜如莲花的开落……”风起了,西湖的水泛起层层涟漪。伴着风声,湖上的廊桥送走了无数过往的行人。我站在桥上,望着眼前陌生的风景,没有细雨,没有伞,没有邂逅。那场千年前唯美的相遇——许仙遇到白素贞,一座桥、一场雨、一生心疼。自此,平静许久的西湖有了浓墨重彩的一笔。西湖的桥,不知吸引了多少痴男怨女,多少次回眸,多少场相遇。或许,西湖从未寂寞,她 “I hit the Jiangnan walk, and so on in the face of the season, such as the lotus opening ... ...” The wind, the West Lake water rippling layers. Accompanied by the wind, the bridge on the lake sent away numerous pedestrians. I stood on the bridge, looking at the scenery in front of strangers, no rain, no umbrella, no encounter. That beautiful meeting millennium ago - Xu Xian encountered Bai Suzhen, a bridge, a rain, a lifetime distressed. Since then, calm for a long time West Lake has a heavy touch of color. West Lake Bridge, I do not know how many crazy men complain attracted, how many times to review, how many games meet. Perhaps, West Lake has never been lonely, she