The morning breeze blew across his face, bringing with it the unique coolness of spring. After An Le ate the beancurd sold by the stall at the entrance of the alley, he walked slowly and bathed in the spring breeze. He read as he headed towards West Lake.
The water was sparkling and clear. The mountain was empty and the rain was strange.
The West Lake on a rainy day and a sunny day were two different sceneries. The sun shone behind the clouds in the sky, illuminating the surface of the lake. It was like golden sand sifting out and rolling in his palms.
On the embankment, scholars and calligraphers gathered as usual. The flower boats in the lake rippled like young grass, disturbing the softness in the scholars' and calligraphers' hearts.
An Le walked to the embankment and looked at the lake water. He was in a good mood.
