Hangzhou can be regarded as my second hometown. Every year when the hot summer flames are blowing the lotus flowers, I happen to catch the weeping willows beside the broken bridge teasing the lake water.

Just like every drop of wine cannot return to the original grapes, I cannot return to my youth.

Every story, every mood, and every sentence here is something I can never write or express again.

Even if it is just the shadow of a flower, the withered pattern of a leaf, the waves of love, the gathering and dispersing of people, all of these are far gone in the flood of time that will never come back. It is extremely difficult for me to become the woman who sees me off at the end of the world.

But now, when I once again set foot on this avenue of plane trees, and was once again moved by the awe-inspiring heroic spirit, I realized that what the warm wind renews is not the raindrops from summer to summer, but the feelings from season to season.

When I set foot on the road for the first time that year, I felt like a "military parade".

The tall and tall plane trees on both sides of the strait and their uniform arrangement make the entire avenue full of inviolable majesty.

I have never walked such a timid road, and it was still a midsummer afternoon when the sky was blue and the wind was strong.

This year, it was already night when I walked on this tree-shaded avenue again.

The cobalt blue sky is carefully filtered by the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree. The trembling branches and leaves, the quiet branches, the gray mist fills the air, and the chirping sounds that seem far and near disperse in the mist.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at where I was going: there was fog where I came from, and there was also fog where I went.

I am an old guest on this avenue. I listen to the whispers of the plane trees on both sides of the strait, coming from the depths of time and space of five hundred years, but it seems different every time.

There is also a romantic mood in the silence, and the phoenix tree is a silent partner.

The kindness of the sycamore trees has always moved me, and it inevitably makes me miss the greenery of Xuanwu Lake Avenue in Nanjing.

The trunks of those sycamore trees have shed their bark for a thousand years, but they are still intact.

I know every time I am so touched that I will remember it for a lifetime.

Every time you come to Hangzhou, you will find something different. Hangzhou will always make you feel friendly and novel.

This year, Metro Line 5 was opened, and Line 10 is under construction, which will connect Youngor’s residence in the West Lake and the West Lake Scenic Area. In two years’ time, you can enjoy the convenient services of Line 10.

People come and go in the underground city, but there are few pedestrians on the ground, letting the sun scorch the earth.

Hangzhou has always been a more lively city underground than above ground.

Lakeside Yintai, which I thought I had visited all the time last year, waved me over again with a sign for the food court on its two basement floors.

The durian cheese grilled cold noodles in Hubin Yintai District D have an amazing taste, thick but not greasy. The durian is added just right. You can salivate when you smell the aroma from a distance. When you bite a corner of it with your teeth while it's hot, you can see the liquid.

Don’t worry, it won’t kidnap your stomach with cheese to satisfy the heavy taste of most young people. It’s not like the street snacks of fried cold noodles, but it’s simple, refreshing and refreshing.

, slightly sweet, slightly glutinous, you can indulge in it with just one bite.

The corn butter octopus balls in Zone D are also very delicious. The gold medal-winning xiaolongbao at Su Xiaoliu Dim Sum Shop lives up to its reputation.

The Bing Xin Egg and Beef Noodles are always delicious, so I won’t describe them one by one.

There is a cake shop on the first floor that is famous for its glutinous rice crust. I can’t remember the name of the shop. This year they have a new version of mango mousse. Compared with last year’s taste, it is a new story.

Every summer, Fushimi Momoyama releases new products, which makes a trip to Hangzhou worthwhile.

There is no shortage of art and fashion in Hangzhou. In Hangzhou, pastry chefs and chefs are always the pioneers of art.

After tasting so many wonderful works of art, I couldn’t wait to try it myself.

The puppetry and DIY desserts on the sixth floor of Hubin Yintai District D satisfied my hungry hands. I made eight of them in one go and took them back to give my brother a taste.

The first day in Hangzhou is the first day in the secular world. Eating, drinking and having fun fill up my life from 8am to 9pm.

My sister is living such a happy life, and I can't help but feel tired of it.

Although there is no shortage of taste buds and visual enjoyment, new excitement and night luxury make life boring, but the elegance of Hangzhou is gradually disappearing.

The next day, she took me to Intime and Vanke in the west of the city, where I tasted Asakusa-kun’s top-notch Japanese food.

The taste is amazing.

The Nanyang Master Cheesecake she recommended to me was very good, but I don’t like sweets that much, especially after being immersed in delicious food all day long, my lips and teeth were a little tired.

I just went shopping in the afternoon and came across Xiliu’s pottery. I bought a small pottery cat that attracts peach blossoms for Zhang Yiting.

Chengxi Yintai has also undergone some renovations. The layout of the space is to show off luxury or pursue openness. I think it is biased towards the former.

Each small store is very spacious, with a few items on the empty walls, as if using scarcity to declare delicacy.

We went to Mint Handicrafts on the sixth floor. I made a cream rubber mobile phone case for Xue Anqi and had a great time.

I had a premonition that I would be obsessed with homemade phone cases when I came back (and I was).

Passing by Sisyphus Bookstore in the evening, I felt like time and space were rusting.

I remember the year before last, on a hillside not far from the West Lake, the Childhood Bookstore took us in on a hot afternoon.

It was really a lonely cabin, with a red wooden door. Apart from the moss, it was also thought of weaving green on the top of the temple.

From that house, you can see the West Lake Avenue at the foot of the mountain, with the black shadows and splashes of ink on the leaves, and the few and two thin branches in front of the window, without leaves, bending and slanting at random, with a newly blooming flower in front of the window.

It turned a light pink in the rain.