Ripples stir the golden light and turn it into countless stars, dazzling. The lake is green, like a flawless jade, dazzling. The sky is blue. Looking into the distance, the lake is probably infected by the sky, becoming bluer and bluer, and finally meets the blue sky on the horizon. Seeing this scene, I realized the beauty of "autumn water * * * sky is one color". Looking to the south of the lake, it can be said that there are dams and grasslands near the "winding green water and long grass embankment"; In the distance are dark green trees, blooming chrysanthemums and hills; Further away are the faintly visible peaks and the tall chimneys and buildings of Wuhan Iron and Steel Company. All this seems to be immersed in a soft, blue atmosphere, even the flowers, grass and trees on my north shore are no exception. Autumn wind blows, small ripples appear on the lake, gently stroking the lake shore, gone, gone, and then slowly reluctantly receded, washing the lake shore wet and green, and the more beautiful it is washed ... So these make people feel that the whole world seems to be moving, without a complete line, a complete color, and even less a same moment. However, everything by the lake is beautiful after all, and it looks quiet and soft.
However, East Lake is not as docile as the teacher. This is an unpredictable child, and sometimes he gets angry. Rows of big waves hit, rolled, jumped and roared. From a distance, it looks like the last wave, opening its mouth to show its white teeth, biting the wave in front of it, and then rushing to the shore like a runaway wild horse. "Wow ..." The waves hit the shore, and the spray splashed everywhere, splashing countless splashes on the shore, and immediately got into the soil, leaving only wet footprints. Looking at this magnificent scene, I can't help but marvel. I can't help but blurt out the poem "Evil wind whistling and turbid waves are empty".
After the big waves, the water was calm, and then East Lake was like a docile and obedient girl. This is the clearest and greenest moment of the lake. Round pebbles at the bottom of the lake appear in front of people, and even the fish swimming in the water can see clearly. By the lake, colorful chrysanthemums and some unknown wild flowers are blooming on the mountain, which set off the green buttonwood trees without fallen leaves, as if to put a gorgeous coat on the hill. I'm afraid the terrible sight of the lake when it is angry has long been forgotten by these flowers and trees. On the lake, several fishing boats are salvaging aquatic plants, and several "uninvited guests"-kayakers are kayaking, which has aroused a ripple and set off layers of waves. Behind the speedboat, there is only a white jade belt left.
All this, I can't help thinking, ah! Lake, how beautiful and broad you are! You have contributed to people's rich lakes and vast sports fields. I love East Lake!