Xixi Ganhuai
Xixi wetland is full of water,
After several turns, the bridge suddenly appeared.
Leaning against the red berries,
Smiles and sparse branches.
Snow hits pear flowers and softens shoulders.
Ao Shuang bamboo shadow is fond of cold spring.
It has a long history,
Have pity on my husband.
February 1 1
In the morning, I braved the snow to go to the airport, went to Hangzhou Xiaoshan Airport, and went to Xixi Wetland in Mao Mao rain. I hurried through Hangzhou and returned to Xiaoshan Airport at seven o'clock in the evening, but I couldn't board the plane because of my wrong ID card. After I changed my visa, I arrived at the Capital Airport in the middle of the night. It was snowing heavily at that time, and I returned to Jiutai Manor. It's already two o'clock in the morning. I sent a poem.
"Thousands of hectares of weeks, livable autumn. Chengcheng Huang, red tomatoes are purple, and Wan Huhou is not jealous. "
Li E's poem says: "A stream is a song of smoke."
Amin was boating on the Xixi River on a moonlit night in Shiwan, and a poem wrote: "The white dew is full of dew, and the moonlight turns over the water. Those who go against the wind sing in the clouds. "
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Wang Xixi Zhi Shu:
I stayed in Wulin for ten days, but never reached the lake, and I was poor in Xixi. Eighteen miles by boat, all in the mountains and clouds, all in blue clothes. The laurel tree is big, and the two of them are endless. Flowers are everywhere like gold under a tree. People in the mountains sweep the flowers and sell them in the market. Each load is only half a load of millet. Going to Laoshan and sighing its beauty seems to be a shoo-in.
Li Hua Xixi;
On a dark day in the first month, Lun Zi, Zi Zi and Ziyun crossed Baishaling to Xixi. Take the road to build roads, walk between two mountains, and travel ten miles to Yongxing Temple. Yongxing Mountain is desolate, Pingchou Village is far away, and there are old trees in Youquan, each with its own embellishment. Zi yongxing
Ten miles away from Yue Temple, plum blossoms stretch across the village, looking like snow, just like the Xiqiao Mountain in Yujia. It's the day, the rice is booming, and the stairs are whistling. In the evening, I built a small building by the lake and drank with Mengmin, Yin Zhi and Zijiang. The pamphlet "Winged Sunrise" drew this. October 5 in Guichou
The topic on the boat in town.
Pan Yang s poem Xixi;
Love Xixi is good, but worry about Xixi is poor. The spring of the mountain source has dropped even more, and it is scattered in the Yuan Ye.
Wang Siren's poem Xixi;
A ridge runs through the sky, and a thousand streams are called rain heads. Shiyun embroidered the wall, and the mountain bones washed the cold current.
The bird's path is slippery with fur, and the bamboo is quiet. This trip is a half-year trip.
Zhang Dai's Poems on Autumn Snow Temple;
Gudangxi is famous all over the world, and Wang Chuan's poems are recorded as wandering essays.
In front of the nunnery, the old man flies in the autumn snow, and the Qifeng outside the forest shrugs Xia Yun.
Rock ridges are exposed, and ancient beauty knots stop leaving tendons.
The mountain is like a plate, and you can listen to it from spring to night.
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