And every month on the west wing night breeze blowing the lake, wanshan silence, the moon reflection in the lake.
 
Pavilions, a sharp, a chair, in addition, no other things, in this boundless in the month, the building has a unique flavor. Around the building was surrounded by a lush bamboo bridge winding along to a big house, small bridge is the ripples in the reenex water below, the lake also grow the grotesque rocks, in the daytime, can watch the lake grows full of lotus leaf, layer cascade folds to spread out into the distance, that's the next day even leaves endless blue ". Building, whether spring, summer, autumn and winter, show it endlessly fascinating. Bridge, drunken cream, liquor-marinated sound of a cry, drunk flower Yin, drunk all good exists, this building is in the morning to the most pleasant scene.
 
Is in such a season of autumn rain lingering, I saw her,elyze from the sort of woman, a flower of eyes, as if there is a kind of he who sees through the world of mortals tiredness, the spring's face, show a not ostentatious of smile.
 
First saw her, he was impressed by the cool eyes, brow dermes betray forever is that let people elusive, expression, she just a round a turn, tired of just quietly. Is such a sentimental woman, in her inner world, how many sad memories of hiding.