Those lights, on the hill, grass is waving, the shadow is blurred ...
West Lake, seems so familiar but also strange, when there is wind, rain or sunshine...
Walking alone, but not longly, because of the company of light, shadow and trees.
Pictures, record those blurred minutes and share with others...
Hangzhou, a peace city, I love it.
Hangzhou, is fashion but also old, I love it.