Hangzhou: A Millennium of Poetry in Ink and Water
1. Misty West Lake: A Lake of Natural Beauty, A City of Poetry
Before the morning mist disperses, West Lake dons its cicada-wing veil. Ascending the Broken Bridge, your feet touch the dew-kissed bluestone slabs, as if walking through the lingering melodies of "The Legend of White Snake." By the Crane-Releasing Pavilion on Solitary Hill's northern slope, Lin Bu's hermit spirit of "taking plums as wife and cranes as children" still lingers in the moss-covered couplets. At Su Causeway's spring dawn, six arched bridges pierce the emerald waves like jade hairpins, while weeping willows dip their branches to paint - perfectly illustrating Su Shi's eternal verse "both light and heavy makeup suit her well."
After snow clears on a sunny day, take a painted boat to the Mid-Lake Pavilion. Outside the cabin windows, Leifeng Pagoda's golden top reflects the remaining snow, facing Baoshi Mountain's Baochu Pagoda across the lake, like the history of the Wuyue Kingdom flowing in the rippling waves. As dusk falls, the palace lanterns illuminate the Nine-Curved Corridor in Long Bridge Park, while the evening bell of Nanping resonates through the mist, startling egrets flying over Three Pools Mirroring the Moon. Only then do you understand the captivating sentiment: "Unable to leave Hangzhou behind, half the reason lies in this lake."
2. Lingyin Temple's Zen Traces: A Thousand Years of Buddhist Serenity
At the mountain gate, you encounter the murmuring Cold Spring, and under the thousand-year-old sweet gum tree's shade stands the stone table where Lu Yu, the Tea Sage of Tang Dynasty, once brewed tea and discussed philosophy. In the Grand Hall, a 24.8-meter statue of Sakyamuni Buddha sits with a gentle smile, while wind chimes harmonize with chanting sutras. Amid the sandalwood incense, the carved beams and painted rafters from the Wuyue Kingdom tell tales of the "Buddhist Kingdom of the Southeast."
Climbing Flying Peak along the stone path, you'll find the smiling Northern Song Dynasty statue of Maitreya Buddha and the wind-blown robes of the Yuan Dynasty Vaishravana. Suddenly, through the cliff carvings, a streak of skylight appears, bringing to life Yuan poet Sadula's verse: "Waking from an afternoon dream in the monk's chamber, window shadows cast by bamboo sway gently." During the Laba Festival, steam rises from copper cauldrons of porridge, as devotees wait quietly with their bowls amidst Buddhist chants and earthly warmth.
3. A Culinary Scroll: Southern Song Dynasty Flavors
In Hefang Street's Dingsheng Cake shop, the sweet aroma of rice wafts through the steam. The master craftsman fills pear wood molds with glutinous rice flour, garnished with sugared osmanthus and pine nuts. Once military provisions for Southern Song soldiers, it now melts like sweet whispers on tourists' tongues. At Kuiyuan Restaurant, the crispy eel noodles feature amber-fried eel pieces simmered with hand-peeled river shrimp, poured over alkaline noodles - a living fossil of the "silver thread cold noodles" recorded in "Dream of Splendor Records."
At Victory River Food Street under nightfall, beggar's chicken slow-cooks in yellow clay for six hours, cracked open to release lotus leaf fragrance mixed with wild aromas. At West Lake State Guest House, Dragon Well shrimp features early spring tea buds unfurling like banners in hot oil alongside translucent jade-like shrimp - one bite brings spring waters flowing across your tongue. Most delightful is the Nine-Curved Red Plum tea brewed with Hupao Spring water, watching tea leaves dance like whirling dervishes, reminiscent of Lu Yu's still-wet ink in "The Classic of Tea" noting "tea production at Qiantang's Tianzhu and Lingyin temples."
4. Elegant Lodgings: Nights of Waterside Zen
At Four Seasons Hotel West Lake, the old mansion walls in Fayun Lane are covered with trumpet creeper flowers, and carved wooden windows open to tea gardens. At dusk, servers bring lotus root powder in celadon bowls, accompanied by Dingsheng cakes wrapped in lotus leaves from Qu Yuan Garden, making one wonder if they've traveled back to Lin'an City from "Tales of Wulin." At Xizhiwo's Sunset Cottage, originally the Baopu Taoist Temple from the Qianlong era, the terrace overlooks Baochu Pagoda's silhouette. Morning mountain mist flows over white walls and dark tiles, like ink diffusing on rice paper.
For modern poetic charm, CIFL Hotel by the Grand Canal transforms a Republican-era factory into a steel forest, where loft room floor-to-ceiling windows frame cargo ships whistling past Gongchen Bridge, creating a fascinating fusion of industrial coolness and canal warmth. At Manluelong's Tea Hidden Guesthouse, the host gathers dewy osmanthus flowers each morning, teaching guests to make osmanthus honey, preserving not just floral fragrance but amber moments of mountain life in ceramic jars.
5. Secret Paths: Twelve Hours Across Time
At 6 AM, Yanggong Causeway's plane tree tunnel stands empty as shared bikes glide past Maojiabu's reed marshes, startling egrets against distant mountains. At noon, take a water bus north along the Grand Canal to visit the Scissors and Swords Museum on Gongchen Bridge's west bank, witnessing how Zhang Xiaoquan scissors forge century-old craftsmanship. At dusk, climb City God Pavilion to watch the setting sun gild Qiantang River Bridge, while Six Harmonies Pagoda's wind chimes ring as the Qiantang Tide rushes to its millennial appointment.
On rainy days, the rammed earth walls of China Academy of Art's Xiangshan Campus exude woody fragrance, while Wang Shu's architectural complex emerges through mountain mist. At corridor turns, you might glimpse students sketching under oil-paper umbrellas, momentarily bringing "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" to life in the rain. Late at night on Nanshan Road, the ivy outside China Academy of Art flows like jade waterfalls under spotlights, while jazz from bars mingles with ancient drum beats from Southern Song Imperial Street, magically merging past and present.
Eternal Narrative of Mountains and Waters
Hangzhou's beauty lives in Su Dongpo's bamboo basket dredging West Lake, in Zhang Dai's night boat wine cup, and in grandmother's osmanthus Longjing tea in ordinary alleys. This city is like a living "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," with every street corner hiding an open scripture, every wisp of tea smoke carrying unfinished verses. When you step on Xiling Seal Society's mossy stone steps or touch Hu Qing Yu Tang's vermillion medicine cabinets, you'll understand: Hangzhou isn't meant to be toured, but to be savored like a slow-paced poem, experienced with all five senses.
The Feilai Peak rock carvings are nice and the kids are very interested in them, but the weather is not very good and it is raining heavily. Yongfu Temple is more fun than Lingyin Temple. Lingyin Temple has too much of a copper smell and has lost the flavor of a Buddhist retreat.
When I stepped into West Lake during the holiday, I realized that the reputation of "paradise on earth" is well-deserved. The West Lake in the early morning was wrapped in mist, like an ink painting that had not yet dried. I strolled along the Su Causeway, with newly sprouted willow branches brushing my shoulders, peach blossoms blooming vigorously, and pink and white petals falling on the bluestone slabs, like lines of poetry casually scattered in spring. The lake surface was rippling from time to time, the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance was looming in the morning light, and the cruise ship cut through the calm water, creating fine golden light - it turns out that the beauty of Su Shi's "light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable" can only be truly experienced at such moments.
If you come to Hangzhou, you must visit Lingyin Temple. I saw the cliff carvings again and felt different. Lingyin Temple was as crowded as always, but Yongfu Temple felt better and was relatively quiet. You can also enjoy the beautiful view of West Lake when you climb to the top of the mountain.
the sunset is super pretty, you can rent a bike to ride around for the beautiful scenery, spend a day here. few attraction in west lake.
facinating scene where the lake is a center of gathering where it is a big area where people from all parts of hangzhou come to ride bike, feed fishes, walk and relax.
A perfect place to take a afternoon walk. It is quite a stretch, but there are many shops to buy drinks, snacks and very cute Chinese style umbrellas around the area. If you are wearing hanfu, be sure to take lots of photos around, including the boat rides to the Pagoda.
Stay at the Cove by Hyatt during the May golden week. Perfect location, a stone throw away from West Lake, and 20 metre from FenQi road metro. Kerry centre across the road.
Went to the West Lake on a weekend during Spring. it was very crowded with tourists n locals. Quite a walk from the nearest station. There a pleasure boat rental at the Broken Bridge, where you can drive your boat leisurely around the lake. Many shops and restaurants around the areas.