In the spring of West Lake, even the air is filled with the smell of green.

In the spring of West Lake, even the air is filled with the smell of green. That is the freshness of new green, the fragrance of tender leaves, the breath of life flourishing and growing. This refreshing green resembles the secret color porcelain of Jiangnan, the cyan glaze quenched in the kiln fire. Take a deep breath, as if you can feel the green spreading through your body, awakening the soul that has been sleeping all winter. Beside a deep green grove, with mirror-clear waters reflecting the newly green canopy, a flying bird flies by, adding a touch of agility to the tranquil view. On a spring morning, the mist-shrouded lake surface is like poetry and a dream. The Chinese pavilion and gallery are surrounded by lush green trees, and the reflection in the water complements each other. On the misty lakeside, the newly green trees stood quietly, its reflection clearly reflected on the mirror-like water, illusory and real, intoxicatingly beautiful. Under the gray sky, the branches are dotted with new green, a row of birds quietly perch in the water fence, the tranquil picture shows the rhythm of spring. The morning light shines through the branches and leaves, the ancient bridge in the mist crosses the sparkling water, and the birds fly by, outlining a picture of a quiet spring water town. The misty lake surface, lush green trees gathered on the small island in the middle of the lake, its reflection extending clearly across the mirror-like water, like a dreamy wonderland. In the light mist, the rainbow long bridge spans the blue waves, the flying birds shuttle among the shadows of the onion trees, and the spring scenery of the water town is like poetry and a scroll. The lake surface shrouded in thin mist is like a light ink painting, with pavilions, pavilions and pink and purple magnolias reflected in it, and herons stand quietly by the water, showing the beauty of tranquility. The uneventful lake is like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting the Chinese pavilions and lush green trees, in which two ducks swim leisurely, outlining the tranquility and vitality of spring days in the south of the Yangtze River. The newly blooming branches stretch their bodies, the water surface is like a mirror, and the herons swim freely in it, blurring the leisurely artistic conception of spring between the water and sky. The arch of the ancient bridge and the reflection in the water complement each other into a circle, the birds on the bridge stand quietly, surrounded by green trees and flowers, outlining the hazy poetic and quiet beauty of spring days in the south of the Yangtze River. Thin mist stains the lake, emerald green branches and leaves droop like curtains, and an egret stands quietly in the water, elegantly outlining the tranquil Zen of the spring lake scene. The water flows like a ribbon among the layers of stone, with new green branches and leaves spreading out above, and an egret bows its head at the edge of the water curtain, picturing a natural aura in the interweaving of movement and stillness. The stone path supports the silent benches, the new green branches and leaves flank it like a natural picture frame, and in the distance, in the mist of the lake, waterfowl leisurely swim by, weaving a corner of the quiet spring scenery. The lake water is stained with a faint blue color, the light spots are dancing like broken diamonds, the flying birds quickly skim the water, cutting a line of silver waves, in the virtual and real light and shadow, composing the spiritual movement of nature. Above the blue water, the newly sprouted branches and buds condensed with dots of goose yellow, the reflection swayed in the water waves, the lone bird swims leisurely and contentedly, fainting between virtual and real intertwined ethereal natural poetry and painting. The spring green of Westlake resembles a kiln-turned azure glaze. The new shoots carved out the translucent jasper on the branches, reflecting the green trees and mountains kneading into the emerald flowing in the mist. This green is the vitality that flows in the bones of Jiangnan, one-third condensed in the meridians of the grass and trees, seven-thirds melting into the smoke and rain, and finally transforming into a dripping, moist spring.