在熬过了连续几天的阴翳之后,终于迎来了一个明媚的清晨——久违了。北山路上纷杂的落叶在西湖的粼粼波光中熠熠生辉,似乎是拥有一种独立于喧嚣之外的、出淤泥而不染的静。这使我很好奇:静的背后,究竟是什么?孤山的西北面是一片不大的草坪。那时候,草还是绿的,常有人在这里搭起帐篷,躲开窄窄水域对岸的那些令人不安的闹。不过深秋是没有绿草的,只有一地泛黄发脆的曾经的绿草。因而,这里也是没有人的——哪怕有人,他 After surviving a few days of Yin Yin, finally ushered in a bright morning - a long absence. The winding leaves on Beishan Road shine brightly in the sparkling waves of the West Lake as if to have a quiet, silt-free environment independent of the noise. This makes me very curious: behind the static, what is it? Gushan northwest is a small lawn. At that time, the grass was still green, where people were often set up tents to escape the disturbing disturbances across the narrow waters. However, there is no green grass in late autumn, only one yellowish brittle ever green grass. Therefore, there is no one here - even if somebody, him