Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk.
The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray.
Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.
There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.
Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.
Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.
So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.
Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.
Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.
When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.
Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.
At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.
Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency. Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.
Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground. The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.
Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.
Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.
Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here. Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night.
Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time. Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain.
There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home. Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom.
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter. Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.
Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake General Review" poem: Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win.
Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.
A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north.
Chu people have no feathers and can swim across. Fan's poem "West Lake": How many tourists are by the lake, and half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.
Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills. Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake": Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name?
I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients. Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain.
I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings. When you look at the smoke, you can't find it.
My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake. Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin.
The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages. Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.
Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.
There is also the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake": one peak is superior, and the two peaks set each other off. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go.
The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon.
Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow.
The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night.
(Nanping Night Bell) Smoke willows shade peach blossoms, and ruby sinks into autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep.
(Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine.
(Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching.
(Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor.
(Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high.
(Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound? (Watching fish) Liu Yiqing's "Watching the Tide of the Sea" said: The southeast is invincible, the three cities of Wu are prosperous, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand.
The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
There are many beautiful lakes, such as Sanqiu Gui Hu and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus.
A thousand riders have high teeth. Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze.
The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast. After reading this word, the gold owner longed for the scenery of the West Lake, so he thought of crossing the river with a whip. )
Yu Shi's poem "The Wind Goes into the Pine": Yiquan often spends money on it and gets drunk by the lake every day. Ma Cong's horses are familiar with the road to the West Lake, and Ma Si Ma Si walked past the restaurant quietly.
Red apricots play drums, and green willows sway in the shadows. The spring breeze is ten miles beautiful, and the flowers on the head are biased.
The original boat carries the spring home, and the rest are paid, full of smoke. Tomorrow, I will go to the lake to look for the lost flower shop with the residual drunkenness.
Bai Juyi's poem "Yulian Pavilion": Spring comes to the lake like a picture, and the peaks are scattered around the flat. The pine row is covered with a thousand layers of green, and the bright moon shines on a little pearl in my heart.
Blue carpet uses green head to pump early wheat, and green Luo is crony to show new pu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early warblers compete for warm valleys, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Yuan Hongdao's Notes on Zhaoqing Temple: From Wulinmen to the west, looking at the pagoda, on the abrupt cliff, you have flown to the lake. Enter Zhaoqing at noon, after tea, get off the boat and enter the lake.
The mountain is as beautiful as a moth, the flowers are as bright as cheeks, the wind is as warm as wine, and the ripples are like silk. I can only look at it at once and I have long been intoxicated. At this time, I can't describe the next sentence, just like when King Dong 'e first met Luo Shen in his dream.
I started my trip to the West Lake on February 14. In the evening, I went through Jingsi Temple with Zigong, looking for a minor repair to go to the old monk's room.
Via Qiao Liu and Yuefen. Rough taste, not good appreciation.
After reading for a few days, Zhou Tao is looking forward to his brothers. Zhang Dai's West Lake Fragrant Market: The West Lake Fragrant Market started in the Flower Dynasty and ended in the Dragon Boat Festival.
Those who enter Putuo, Shandong Province, arrive in Japan, and those who enter Tianzhu, Jiahu, arrive in Japan, so they have contact with people in the lake, so they are called Shi Xiang. However, the city of pilgrims is located in Santianzhu, Tomb, Pavilion and Lu Temple, all of which are in Zhaoqing Temple.
Zhaoqing Temple has two corridors, so there are three generations.
2. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake with the ancient poems about the West Lake. -Su Shi's "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing, Part Two"
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Flowers bloom, West Lake is good, and wolves are still red. -Ouyang Xiu's "After picking mulberry seeds and flowers, the West Lake is good"
In December in Chongzhen, I lived by the West Lake. -Zhang Dai's "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow"
The West Lake is spring, and the spring water is green. -Ouyang Xiu's Song of Cao Xie in West Lake in Spring.
I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake. -Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake
The sky is high and the West Lake is good, and everything in the clouds is fresh. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Tian Rong Water Town West Lake is Good"
During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous everywhere. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Thinking about the West Lake on Qingming Day"
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Lotus Blossoming, Better West Lake"
Who can enjoy the West Lake? The scenery is always good. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries, Who Can Enjoy the West Lake"
The poem about the West Lake, if you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. -Su Shi's "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing, Part Two"
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Flowers bloom, West Lake is good, and wolves are still red. -Ouyang Xiu's "After picking mulberry seeds and flowers, the West Lake is good"
In December in Chongzhen, I lived by the West Lake. -Zhang Dai's "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow"
The West Lake is spring, and the spring water is green. -Ouyang Xiu's Song of Cao Xie in West Lake in Spring.
The sunset glow shines on the West Lake, with beautiful flowers and docks, ten hectares of flat land and no boats on the wild shore. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Sunset on the West Lake"
I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake. -Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake
The sky is high and the West Lake is good, and everything in the clouds is fresh. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Tian Rong Water Town West Lake is Good"
During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous everywhere. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Thinking about the West Lake on Qingming Day"
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Lotus Blossoming, Better West Lake"
Who can enjoy the West Lake? The scenery is always good. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries, Who Can Enjoy the West Lake"
I don't know the West Lake in a spring. -Xu Wei's backyard flower, I don't know the West Lake in a spring.
Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue. -Jiang Kui's Dimfragrance and Old Moonlight
The spring shirt is still the same, the little man is sewing, and it used to wet the West Lake. -Su Shi's Jade Case, Sending Bo Gu to Wuzhong
I want to report this intention to West Lake. -Bai Juyi's Return to Hangzhou.
Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it. -the tomb of the King of Yue in Zhao Mengfu.
The east wind blew away the dust and sand, dreaming of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake. -Liu Yin's thought of "Looking at Mei"
Looking back everywhere, you can love, but it is not the lake that is difficult. -Bai Juyi's West Lake Farewell.
West Lake, the first state in southeast China, has many beautiful scenery since ancient times. -Chen's "Water, the First Southeast State"
I also borrowed West Lake grass from last year's people. -Su Shi's "Bu Operator Feeling Old"
I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke. -Su Shi's "Klang Ganzhou, Send a few sons"
If you teach students to live on the West Lake, you must also provide fish for the house. -Luo Yin's "Tiaoxi Fishing Map"
The West Lake is also the Spring Festival Evening, and the water trees are chirping. -Zhong Shu's "Confession Baoyue Mountain Works"
After the rain in the West Lake, the green waves on both sides of the strait leveled off. -Bi Cheng's Nian Nujiao (recalling Lu Xian's Spring Mountain Victory).
Do you still remember the bitterness of acacia in West Lake? -Liu Jiangsun "Walking on Shakespeare"
The West Lake still flows. -Anonymous "Sauvignon Blanc last autumn"
Qiantang road, worrying about the wind and complaining about the rain, is always sprinkling the West Lake! -Zhou Deqing's "Lu Manting Party in China _ See Betty Wong's Biography"
Yuqi used to know the West Lake Road, and he was arrogant. -Yu, "When the wind blows in, it takes a long time to buy flowers in one spring"
4. Poems about the West Lake Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night": The water is endless, and the lotus blooms at night.
Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk.
The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray.
Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.
There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.
Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.
Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.
So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.
Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.
Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.
When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.
Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.
At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.
Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency. Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.
Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground. The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.
Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.
Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.
Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here. Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night.
Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time. Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain.
There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home. Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom.
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter. Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.
Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake General Review" poem: Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win.
Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.
A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north.
Chu people have no feathers and can swim across. Fan's poem "West Lake": How many tourists are by the lake, and half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.
Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills. Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake": Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name?
I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients. Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain.
I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings. When you look at the smoke, you can't find it.
My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake. Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin.
The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages. Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.
Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.
There is also the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake": one peak is superior, and the two peaks set each other off. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go.
The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon.
Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow.
The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night.
(Nanping night bell) Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep.
(Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine.
(Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching.
(Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor.
(Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high.
(Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound? (Watching fish) Liu Yiqing's "Watching the Tide of the Sea" said: The southeast is invincible, the three cities of Wu are prosperous, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand.
The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
There are many beautiful lakes, such as Sanqiu Gui Hu and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus.
A thousand riders have high teeth. Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze.
The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast. After reading this word, the gold owner longed for the scenery of the West Lake, so he thought of crossing the river with a whip. )
Yu Shi's poem "The Wind Goes into the Pine": Yiquan often spends money on it and gets drunk by the lake every day. Ma Cong's horses are familiar with the road to the West Lake, and Ma Si Ma Si walked past the restaurant quietly.
Red apricots play drums, and green willows sway in the shadows. The spring breeze is ten miles beautiful, and the flowers on the head are biased.
The original boat carries the spring home, and the rest are paid, full of smoke. Tomorrow, I will go to the lake to look for the lost flower shop with the residual drunkenness.
Bai Juyi's poem "Yulian Pavilion": Spring comes to the lake like a picture, and the peaks are scattered around the flat. The pine row is covered with a thousand layers of green, and the bright moon shines on a little pearl in my heart.
Blue carpet uses green head to pump early wheat, and green Luo is crony to show new pu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early warblers compete for warm valleys, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Yuan Hongdao's Notes on Zhaoqing Temple: From Wulinmen to the west, looking at the pagoda, on the abrupt cliff, you have flown to the lake. Enter Zhaoqing at noon, after tea, get off the boat and enter the lake.
The mountain is as beautiful as a moth, the flowers are as bright as cheeks, the wind is as warm as wine, and the ripples are like silk. I can only look at it at once and I have long been intoxicated. At this time, I can't describe the next sentence, just like when King Dong 'e first met Luo Shen in his dream.
I started my trip to the West Lake on February 14. In the evening, I went through Jingsi Temple with Zigong, looking for a minor repair to go to the old monk's room.
Via Qiao Liu and Yuefen. Rough taste, not good appreciation.
After reading for a few days, Zhou Tao is looking forward to his brothers. Zhang Dai's West Lake Fragrant Market: The West Lake Fragrant Market started in the Flower Dynasty and ended in the Dragon Boat Festival.
Those who enter Putuo, Shandong Province, arrive in Japan, and those who enter Tianzhu, Jiahu, arrive in Japan, so they have contact with people in the lake, so they are called Shi Xiang. However, the city of pilgrims is located in Santianzhu, Tomb, Pavilion and Lu Temple, all of which are in Zhaoqing Temple.
Zhaoqing Temple has two corridors, so there are three generations.
5. The ancient poem about the West Lake Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night": The lotus is boundless, and the lotus fragrance comes at night.
Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk.
The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray.
Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.
There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.
Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.
Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.
So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.
Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.
Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.
When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.
Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.
At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.
Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency. Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.
Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground. The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.
Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.
Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.
Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here. Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night.
Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time. Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain.
There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home. Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom.
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter. Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.
Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake General Review" poem: Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win.
Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.
A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north.
Chu people have no feathers and can swim across. Fan's poem "West Lake": How many tourists are by the lake, and half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.
Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills. Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake": Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name?
I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients. Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain.
I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings. When you look at the smoke, you can't find it.
My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake. Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin.
The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages. Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.
Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.
There is also the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake": one peak is superior, and the two peaks set each other off. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go.
The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon.
Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow.
The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night.
(Nanping night bell) Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep.
(Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine.
(Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching.
(Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor.
(Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high.
(Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound? Bai Juyi's trip to the West Lake from the Tang Dynasty was miserable, and his ancestors left his throat.
Tristan doesn't have to keep five horses, and Huang En can only stay for three years. Song mats are laid under the shade of green vines, and prostitutes boats are parked in red lotus flowers.
Looking back everywhere, you can love, but it is not the lake that is difficult. Bai Juyi returned to Hangzhou as a guest in the Tang Dynasty. After leaving Qiantang Mountain, he didn't drink much and was lazy to recite poems.
I want to report this intention to West Lake. Send the title of Yuhang County Building, and give Tang Baijuyi an envoy Pei Guanli for 20 years and an official tour for 30 years.
Jiangshan and romance, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou. At the end of the sand embankment in the north, at the head of the stone embankment in the West Lake.
Green bamboo shoots leave in spring, and red candles return to the boat at night. I dare not leave my love, but I miss the old days.
With this sentence sung by Jun, the topic is the building. And Xichuan Li Shangshu Hanzhou Yue Wei Tour Room Taiwei West Lake Liu Tang Yuxi Luohanchuan Night, West Lake hangs a jade hook.
The flag was surrounded by water and the ship was submerged. I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a * * *.
Seven laws have been in existence for a long time, and the rhyme is sad for autumn. In the Tang Dynasty, Yingzhou hosted the West Lake Pavilion Banquet and Xu Hun West Lake Qing Banquet. I didn't know how to repay, so I left a song and drank a glass of wine.
The city takes the sunset to smell the drums, and the temple looks at the balcony against the autumn water. Lantianke is still noisy, and Guiyan is a rare bird.
If you want to sign a car to cross the palace, the frost chrysanthemum will go around the pool. In the fishing map of Panxi River in Tang Dynasty, temples were exhibited in Luo Yin and Lv Wang that year, and the fishing country with straight hook was even better.
If you teach students to live on the West Lake, you must also provide fish for the house. Farewell to West Lake, Tang Dynasty, Li Shen and Pu, watching the fallen leaves return to their roots and the birds on the waves lonely.
Wind pipe music is easy to scatter flowers, but loom feathers are difficult to float. Snow deceives spring and destroys fragrant calyx early, while falcon stirs autumn and blows green.
Colorful hair has no place to live, and sighing at the bridge is a kind of sadness. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Drinking on the lake, after the rain, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are overcast and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. In the Yuan Dynasty, the tombs of the King of Yue and the King of E in Zhao Ziang were separated by grass, and stones and beasts were in danger in autumn.
Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner. When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed.
Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it. Recalling the West Lake, Zhang Huangyan met Xizi Lake in his dream, but he woke up in his dream.