When I went to visit the West Lake, it was around 5 or 6 pm. At this time, the setting sun with its long golden-yellow skirt swayed leisurely in the gentle ripples of the West Lake, and the lake's surface reflected the light, while peach and willow trees were inverted and immersed in the water. Witnessing this poetic and picturesque beauty, I couldn't help but immediately jump onto a small boat,...