What did Ma Er see most when he visited the West Lake?

("The Scholars" 14th time "Guo Gongsun Bookstore sent his good friend Ma Xiucai to meet a fairy in the cave")

Mr. Ma Er is a man who has worked hard for a long time in the imperial examination. He is old and hasn't found a wife yet. I am a cash-strapped adjutant, and I like to eat, but I don't eat well at ordinary times. See how he entertains himself every day. Ma Er is indeed a very representative figure. Is he bad? Not exactly. He is very thrifty and kind, and has some physiological needs to be solved by "visiting the West Lake". Intellectuals in the Ming and Qing dynasties can be seen from this. Even now, it has reference significance. Wu, a great master, used rafters as a pen. His article is really penetrating, so I really want to appreciate it.

Wu is really a talented person. Take it.

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Mr. Ma Er got on the boat and went all the way to Duan Hetou. He asked Wen Han Lou's bookstore, Wen Hai Lou's home and where he lived. After living for a few days, there are no articles to choose from. I have some money with me and want to walk around the West Lake.

This West Lake is the first real scenery with mountains and water in the world. Not to mention the quietness and elegance of Tianzhu, I only said that it was out of Qiantang Gate, past Shengyin Temple, and went to Su Causeway, with Jinsha Port in the middle. When I turned around, I could see the Leifeng Tower. When I arrived in Jingci Temple, it took me more than ten miles. It was really five steps to the first floor and ten steps to a pavilion. One was a golden balcony, the other was a thatched cottage, the other was a peach blossom willow and the other was Sang Ma. The green curtains selling wine are hung high, the red charcoal selling tea is full of stoves, and the literati and female guests are in an endless stream. It really doesn't count as "36 Flower Hotel, 72 Yingxian Building".

Mr. Ma Er, alone, took some money, stepped out of Qiantang Gate, ate several bowls of tea in the tea kiosk and sat down in front of the Shangpai Building by the West Lake. I saw a boat of rural women coming to burn incense. They all keep their hair on their temples. Some wear blue clothes, some wear blue-green clothes, and the young wear red silk skirts. There are also beautiful ones, all with big white faces and two big cheekbones; There are many scars, hemp, scabies and boils. At a meal, there are five or six boats. The women followed their men, carrying umbrellas and pockets, and went ashore to various temples. Mr. Ma Er read it again and didn't care. He got up and walked a lot. Looking at several hotels by the lake, fat mutton is hung, cabinets are closed, plates are filled with hot hooves, sea cucumbers, bad ducks and fresh fish, wonton is cooked in a pot, and huge steamed buns are steamed on a steamer. Mr. Ma Er had no money to buy food, so he swallowed his saliva and had to walk into a noodle restaurant and eat a bowl of noodles for 16 yuan. I didn't eat enough, so I went to a teahouse in the partition and ate a bowl of tea. I bought two yuan to chew, and I felt a little delicious. After dinner, I saw two boats tied under the Liu Yin beside the West Lake. The female guests on the ship are changing clothes there. One took off her yuan coat and put on a paddy field cloak. One took off his sky-blue coat and put on a jade embroidered eight-ball skirt; A middle-aged man took off his sapphire satin shirt and put on a shirt embroidered with sky blue satin and gold. Those female guests who followed, a dozen people also changed their clothes. Three female guests, one in front of the other maid, covered him with a black gauze fan and walked slowly ashore. The white light of pearls on her head is far away, and the ring on her skirt jingles. Mr. Ma Er walked past with his head down without looking up.

I walked six bridges and turned a corner, just like some villages and towns and other people's coffins. I walked more than a mile or two in the middle, and I couldn't walk clearly. Very annoying. Mr. Marr wants to stay at home. When you meet a pedestrian, you ask, "Is there anything stubborn ahead?" "Turn around," said the humanitarian. "There are Jingci and Leifeng. Why not be stubborn? " Mr. Ma Er walked on again. After walking half a mile, I saw a balcony covered in the middle of the water, separated by a slab bridge. Mr. Ma Er crossed the bridge and had a bowl of tea at the door. The door inside is locked. Mr. Ma Er wants to go in and have a look. The doorman asked him for a sum of money, opened the door and put it in. There are three buildings in it, and the imperial books of Emperor Injong are provided upstairs. Mr. Ma Er was startled, hurriedly adjusted his headscarf and sapphire, took out a fan from the boot bucket as a medicine board, and walked respectfully upstairs, dancing with dust and making five obeisances. Get up after the worship, calm down and sit on the coffee table as usual. There is a garden next to it, and the tea seller said that the people in the Chief Secretary's office are here to treat guests, so it is not good to go in. The kitchen is outside, the hot soup is filled with bird's nest and sea cucumber, and the bowls are served in front of him. Mr. Ma Er is envious again.

After coming out of Leifeng Mountain, I saw many houses, high and low, covered with glazed tiles and with countless vermilion railings. Mr. Ma Er went to the front and saw a high mountain gate and a straight plaque with the words "Give Jingci Temple" written in gold. There is a small door next to the mountain gate, and Mr. Ma Er went in. It was a big yard, and the ground was all paved with bricks, before entering the Erdao Mountain Gate. On both sides of the corridor, there are dozens of very high classes. Those female guests from rich families come and go in droves, inside and outside, all wearing splendid clothes. When the wind blows, the fragrance on their bodies will come to the nose. Mr. Ma Er is a long man, wearing a tall square towel, a dark face, a bulging belly and a pair of worn boots with thick soles. He ran sideways and just bumped into a human nest. Women don't look at him and he doesn't look at women. I ran back and forth, came out and sat in the tea booth "-with a horizontal plaque on it and the word" Nanping "in the golden book-and ate a bowl of tea. There are many dishes on the cupboard, including orange cakes, sesame candy, zongzi, sesame cakes, potato chips, black dates and boiled chestnuts. Mr. Ma Er bought a few dollars for everything, good or bad, and had a full meal. Mr. Marr is tired, too. He ran straight into the qingbo gate and closed the door next door to sleep. I slept next door for a day because I walked too much.

Get up on the third day and go for a walk in Huangchengshan. Huang Chengshan is Wu Shan, on the right side of the city. Mr. Ma Er didn't go far before he reached the foot of the mountain. Looking at dozens of classes, he walked up and there came dozens of classes opposite. Mr. Ma Er walked up in one breath, feeling out of breath. I saw a big temple selling tea and ate a bowl. When I went in, I saw the martial arts temple in Guo Xiang. Mr. Ma Er bowed, read the couplets carefully and went up again. It's like there is no road. There is a plaque nailed to the door on the left, which says "Pianshiju". It is also like a garden and some pavilions. Mr. Ma Er went in and saw the window lattice closed. Mr. Ma Er took a photo outside the door and saw several people around a table with incense burners, which seemed to invite the gods. Mr. Ma Er thinks: "This is an important event for them to ask the gods to judge fame and fortune. I'll go in and ask them. " Standing for a while, I saw the man kowtow and said, "I invited a talented woman." Mr. Ma Er smiled and said, After a while, one asked, "But where is Li Qingzhao?" The other asked, "Is Sue OK?" The other clapped his hands and said, "This is Zhu!" Mr. Ma Er said, "Who are these people? I don't think it has anything to do with fame. I'd better go. "

I turned two more corners and went to several classes. I saw a flat street with mountains on the left and several temples along the way. All the way to the right, one building after another, there are two entrances. As soon as I entered the house, the window was wide open and the Qiantang River was faintly visible. This family also sells wine, food, jiaozi, noodles, tea and fortune telling. There is a tea table at the entrance of the temple. There are more than 30 places selling tea in this street alone, which is very lively.

While Mr. Ma Erzhuang was walking, he saw a fashionable woman in a teahouse greeting him for tea. Mr. Ma Er left without turning around. He went to the teahouse in the partition to make a bowl of tea. Seeing a coconut shell cake on sale, I ordered a cake for 12 yuan, which was interesting. Going up, a big temple, very majestic, is the City God Temple. He went in to pay his respects. After the Chenghuang Temple, there is another corner and a small street. There are restaurants and noodle shops on the street, as well as several brand-new bookstores. There is a notice posted in the shop, which reads: "Mr. Shang of Chuzhou has selected' Three Branches Holding Clouds' for sale here." Mr. Ma Er was very happy to see it. He went into the bookstore, took a book, asked the price, and then asked, "Is this book ok?" The bookstore said: "The ink roller can only be used for a while, which is not as good as an ancient book."

Mr. Ma Er got up and came out. After a short rest, he went up again. There is no house above the street. This is a very high mountain. Step by step, you walk up the hillside and look at the Qiantang River on the left, clearly. On that day, there was no wind on the river and it was as calm as a mirror. All the boats crossing the river and their sedan chairs can be seen clearly. Further up, you can see the West Lake, Leifeng District and the pavilion in the middle of the lake on the right. Fishing boats in the West Lake are like ducklings floating on the water. Mr. Ma Er is relaxed and happy. As soon as he went up, he saw a tea table in front of a big temple. Mr. Ma Er's feet are sore. Sit down and have tea. While eating, I looked at the rivers and lakes on both sides, and the mountains around and across the river were high and low, flickering. Mr. Ma Er sighed: "It's really' carrying Hua Yue, vibrating the rivers and seas, and everything is carried'!" I ate two bowls of tea. I'm hungry, and I want to go back for dinner on the way. There happened to be a villager selling a lot of instant noodles pancakes and a basket of cooked beef. Mr. Ma Er was overjoyed. He bought dozens of cakes and beef and enjoyed himself on the coffee table. When you are full, think about it before you go up.