(a)

West Lake is the most beautiful.

The most beautiful on a rainy day.

On rainy days.

The most beautiful is the height of summer.

And that rainy day in the middle of summer.

The most beautiful.

On that day, Huaiying was boating on the West Lake.

It rained so hard that day.

And Huaiying was listening with his eyes closed.

Listen, the raindrops of lotus leaves.

Listen, the frog sounds.

It was so windy that day.

The big one blew over the paper umbrella that Yan Xi was holding.

blew Yan Xi's hair up.

Huaiying saw it.

I saw it, and the rain fell on Yan Xi's sideburns.

Like, the delicate silk willow that is difficult to defeat the weak wind.

And on the shore, the silk willows follow the wind.

The wind beats the sunset.

What can you do when such a woman throws a supplicant look at you?

(2) Outside the ship.

The sound of the piano in the boat is heartfelt.

It has been said that the heart is the harp.

Who can understand the old spring and white snow.

Who can know the mountains and rivers of sound.

At that moment, the sound of rain.

The sound of clear lotus into the rain.

Piano. It is the basis of nature.

It's a rare sound to hear.

It is Wu Si Shutong, revealing the memories of the Chinese New Year.

(3) In the evening.

The wind stops and the rain stops.

The lotus leaves are even fresher.

But the frogs had stopped.

It's quiet, it's quiet.

Jing Huaiying could hear Yan Xi's heartbeat.

That heartbeat?

Why so fast?

Fast and good is unusual.

Then he saw a man.

The man was about to tread water, and when he stopped in front of Huaiying's boat, Huaiying realized that it was not a person.

It was a group of people.

A line of people from the body of the first person and emanating from it.

And this group of people, floating on the water, is like walking on the ground.

(4) I only heard the first person say: "Hand over Yan Xi and spare you death." ”

And that group of people repeated this sentence to hand over Yan Xi and spare you death.

(5) Follow you like a shadow.

This was the first reaction of Huaiying.

And there are really few people who dare to mess with them on the rivers and lakes.

Luckily, Huaiying is one.

(6) It rains again in West Lake.

But not in the middle of summer.

Who's going to use the ruler?

The heart also needs autumn clothes?

Right now.

What was left was a lake of lotus.

But it's okay, it's good that the sound of the piano is still there.

People do.

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