Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning light shines slightly, and the river bank is white.
That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.
Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.
Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.
Bai Juyi, Fang Hui, Hangzhou
I haven't drunk much since I left Qiantang Mountain River, and I'm too lazy to recite poems.
I want to report this intention to West Lake.
Answering guests' questions about Bai Juyi in Hangzhou
Stop drinking for me and talk to you about Hangzhou.
The mountain name Tianzhu heaps indigo, and the lake name Qiantang flows green oil.
There are many geese's teeth under the big eaves, and there are faucets painted on the boats.
Without 300 waterways, why do officials have to swim again?
Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou, governor of Luzhou Li Bai.
Xijiang Tianzhu is far away and Haimen is deep in the east.
Cherish love and serve the country with sorrow.
Good wind blows the setting sun, and running water sings Long song.
Those who wear fur in May should know not to bring gold.
Send Zhang Xiaobao school books to Hangzhou and send them to Juyuan Yang and the White House.
I have been to Lingyin Riverside Temple and stayed alone in the East Building to see Haimen.
The tidal milky way is covered with blue sky, and the golden pillars in the sun are red pots.
It's better to talk about your infinite poetry in your official position.
If you visit Xu Ruzi, a county resident, you should go to Shacun by bike.
Xu Ning: Two Poems by Zhu Taotou in Hangzhou
It is better to bully the stone pile than to finish the sandbar.
Send a message to snow, don't go to Qingshan.
Knock Qiantang Guo upside down and drive white waves.
Wu Xiu also lost five thousand.
Hangzhou Guanchao He Yao
There is a pavilion in the building, and the road has come from ancient times to modern times. The potential is wider than the sea and the color is deeper than the white clouds.
Angry snow drives away the cold, and crazy thunder scatters the sound. The waves are higher and the wind is stronger, and the waves are harder to sink.
Birds are afraid to go as far as dragons are afraid to sing. Yu is like a jade cave, and danger is like a trip to Qiong Cen.
But the spirit of a thousand people, you know the hearts of five people. The shore destroys the ancient road, and the continent rises to the jungle.
When the mountain is wet and the river is half cloudy. Nature is the same as Yu chisel, so who sent this reason?
Gu passes through Hangzhou
The county seat is by the river, and people are near Baiyun.
Looking out of the window at night, smelling at night across the city.
At the beginning of Puzhuan Mountain, the rainbow and oblique rain did not divide.
Who knows what I mean? I am chasing sheep.
Zhang Hu of Gushan Temple in Hangzhou.
The balcony rises above the blue cen and extends to the middle of the lake.
There is no rain, the mountains are long and moist, and there is no cloud and no water.
The broken bridge is barren, and the empty courtyard is deep.
I still remember the moon at the west window and the bells ringing in the forest of steles.
Watching Hangzhou Zhezhi Paper Tiger
The dance stopped, the song stopped, and the drum continued to urge, and the cartilage fairy moth got up temporarily.
The red shirt wraps around the wrist and the blue shirt has a square waist and back.
I patted the golden pendulum, but the footsteps were overwhelming.
Looking at the wrinkles all over my head, the powder screen fragrant handkerchief is heavy again.
Zhang Hu of Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou.
The southwest mountain is the best, and the world is the best. The road passes through Yanzhu and flows into Siquan.
Nie Yundan Well, Wangyue Stone Bridge. The river is far away, and the building is connected with the sea.
It snows in Xunchunling, and the bell scatters dusk smoke. Where to hate, but also depends on the peak load.
Zhang Hu of Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou.
The peaks and peaks open a palm, and the threshold of Zhu extends several times. The boundary between Buddha and land leads to the spring.
The fifth watch went downstairs the next month, and Guo Zhongyan was ten miles away. There are towers and pavilions in the back, and front hills and cross pavilions.
The river sand is quiet, and the moss on the stone is fresh. Call it an ape for a long time, and the west rock is deep.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Hangzhou plays the role of the moon and Zhang Hu.
All ages are too yin essence, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was born in the sea. Ghosts worry about fate, but people love fate.
It seems that Huaxing is far away and thin and dizzy. Liu Jiang's endless shadows, the wheels dragging the valley silently.
Such as the mirror when the building is bright, such as the pearl out of Pu Ying. The shore sand is all white, and the hills are half clear.
Look at the small sills in a circle, and the long embankment is forming. When guests don't return, smoke and water come to love at night.
Hangzhou Kaiyuan Temple Peony Zhang Hu
When Yan Yan first prescribed a small medicine bar, everyone left Chang 'an in disappointment.
Romance is Qiantang Temple. You can see peony without stepping on the world of mortals.
Hangzhou Jiangting left a topic of visiting Xiang Si.
Everywhere I go, it sells like a dynasty.
Fishermen idle drums, sand birds play to meet the tide
In the dense forest of Jinting, the city is far from dock temple.
Whoever reports a hermit will have to dig firewood here.
Deng Hangzhou Zhenggu
The Mohe River is outside the sky, in the back room.
When the tide comes, there is no other pool, and when the wood falls, it sees other mountains.
Sand birds fly away in clear weather, while fishermen sing at night.
I can't get it when I am poor, and my heart is still sailing.
Climb the Qinwangma Lane in Hangzhou.
Where Taiyi started, the number of empty days became popular.
In nine days, the sun and the moon moved to dusk, and the mountains and rivers in Wan Li changed from ancient times to modern times.
Wind, water, light and water devour the distant mountains, while rain adds haze and gas to the forest.
Qin Huang made a plan to drive away the mountains, and the vast sea became deeper.
Wang Anshi is at Guo Sheng Temple.
Climb to see the mountains and rivers, and be in the water.
Looking down from the balcony, there are many trees in the sky.
Clouds meet the sea and air, and the sunset moves the lake.
I played the flute, and the sound went into Fuyang.
An old friend of Hangzhou believes in Qi 'ansu.
Last night, Wan Li was clear and sunny, and I dreamed of the West Lake.
If you smell good words in the morning, every household will deduct them.
Light round and white sun-dried litchi, crispy red snail sauce.
I even went to Xi 'an to make tea and suggested that I wash the river.
My old friend was very affectionate and said that I was going to the west.
Two servants a year, thousands of miles to ask how you are.
Book friends are not afraid of poetry accounts.
I will go back to my dream and go to the river overnight.
Stop Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou and Luxun.
Qian Wang's vacation is still there, and Wu Xiang can't find it.
Harmony is different, resentment leads to depression, and mountain fragrance spreads all over Gao Cen.
There is no one in front of General Yue's grave, and there is no one in Meihelin.
It seems that the whole family is traveling, and the wind and rain are full of songs.
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Yixihu Zhang Huangyan
I met Xizi Lake in my dream, but I woke up in a vague dream.
The Wu Tomb of Gaoling is connected with Suzhong, adding a new temple.
Looking back at Gushan Temple when the West Lake returned late, Bai Juyi appeared in front of all the guests.
On the lonely mountain near the West Lake, there is a lonely mountain temple. After listening to Buddhist scriptures at night, I go back to learn from them.
The dew orange is low and the rain is heavy, and the palm leaves are cold.
The water vapor on the lake, the turbulence of microwave and the color of water are seen at the bottom of the Pearl Hall, staggered and reflected in the sunset.
Back to the other side, please look back. Gushan Temple seems like Penglai Palace in the mountains, located in the center of the water.
Bai Juyi, far away from the West Lake.
The journey is sad, and the ancestral account leaves the 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.
Farewell to Shen Lixi Lake
The leaves of Pu look withered, and the birds on the waves are 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.
In the summer, I sent Tang Zhongcheng to visit the West Lake and show Zhu Qingyu, a native of this county.
Ping An's new discovery of Yun Lan, the middle stream suddenly drifted away.
You can come to a desert island to write poems when you are free, and wicker is unobstructed.
Red fork in the road, the mountains are green and the water is wet, sailing and drifting.
* * * knowing that penetration is the same as Razer, why worry about Sichuan Yuan's withered seedlings?
On the west lake, from qi to summer
Send Xia Yingqiu a few drunkards, and be urged by cicadas.
I returned to Weishui and dreamed that Qin Yun was back.
If the rain clears, if it is a fishing boat, who will return to the stage in the next month?
In the west wind, thousands of waves are rushing and redder. Have a drink.
In spring, the West Lake is self-sufficient.
Around the island, the idle door covers the spring grass.
There has never been an elder, and it is useless to ask about aging.
Moved to West Lake to write two poems about Miracle.
The flame of Yunyang is about to burn out, and the small window misses the old peak.
At this time, white sweat is flowing, and the breeze moves the pine.
Cangeng just slept in the cool moon, and the distant temple heard Xiaozhong.
Just wait for the autumn sound to wash your heart and your clothes to be healthy.
The shadows of the official garden are gloomy during the day and cool at hand.
Don't teach people peaches and plums all over the world, fireworks don't ask me to chase.
In the evening, the wind is steady and the jade sleeps deeply.
The struggle stopped like dust, and Lindong Moss entered Xilin.
Ren Huang, West Lake Miscellaneous Poems
Cherish tourists' paintings, embroider the wrong platform, and spread it in the shade.
The song dynasty bought thousands of land and won Qiantang ten hectares of lake.
Linz Apollo, Assistant Minister, rhymes the West Lake with spring outing and land trip.
I don't know the year of the West Lake, so I'll find a place to send it.
The mountains are thousands of miles apart, and the waves are flat and sky blue.
Broken walls can't last long, and a smile is also fate.
When you travel to Beijing, you will think of poetry and you will think of spring.
West Lake Miscellaneous Sense Qian Qian B
Can you smell it again when you are sad? Smoke is like ochre, water is like burning.
Under Baisha dike, there are grasses in Tang Dynasty and clouds in Song Dynasty near Hubei grave.
The oriole on the tree is a friend today, and Du Yu on the branch used to be a king.
After the robbery in Kunming, the bell rang and I was attached to the mountains and lakes.
By the West Lake, Wu Gen is in the corner.
A lonely mountain crane is like snow, and Ge Lingjuan is like frost.
Oil-walled pomp comes from Beili, and a small part of Liyuan plays the West Chamber.
Now, even if we are empty and know that it was the past, it will hurt.
Su Shi, the five wonders of the West Lake night
The new moon is still alive, and it took five or six years to gradually linger.
Tonight, if you vomit like half a wall, tourists will have to watch the night.
The night gradually sets the moon, but I want to fall.
Who would have thought that the personnel of the Ming Dynasty would see the black dragon in the west?
There is no bullfight in the black dragon, and Chang Geng is promoted in Dongmangjiao.
The fisherman closed the barrel before dawn, and only Pop's voice was heard on the boat.
The water is boundless, 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.
The lake is neither ghost nor fairy, and it is calm.
When you go to the temple, you can't see anything.
Spring Tour and Land Tour of West Lake
Before Lingyin, after Tianzhu, ghosts cut the gods and cut out the rocks.
A glass of wine in the cold spring pavilion can last for a thousand years.
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, before the third grade, there were colorful monsters.
Drumming in winter, swinging like a fairy.
If you are proud of your life, you must be young, and your white hair will laugh at you.
Look at the anti-accident general in Bating. The drunken captain is furious.
Take the children to the West Lake for boating. On sunny days, it's easy to travel on land.
Whenever the garden is the title of money, I want to forget spring and bamboo shoots.
Huayang is fighting for the road with others, and the pigeon language is also urging the rain.
The title of the ancient temple is still there, which should be familiar to future generations.
After more than 60 years of grief, the Twin Towers have not collapsed.
Linlinsheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
Yuemu
The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger.
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.
Yang Wanli, Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Drink sushi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Cold spring pavilion forest pavilion
A clear and clear poem can refresh people's minds, and I won't know until the cold and warm years.
Flowing out of the West Lake, singing and dancing is not like going back to the mountains.
Die Lian Hua Xi Hu Qing Lao Ye Sen
How worried are you about spring in the yard?
I am drunk with my eyes broken. Lonely now, Cao Fang Road.
It's full of green every year, and it's rainy. The shadows of flowers are heavy and the setting sun is oblique.
Leng Xiang wine is warm and nobody cares. A gust of wind blew catkins.
Wushen, Klang Ganzhou, then Zhangye and West Lake.
Recalling the lake light, I was drunk several times in spring and lost thousands of miles.
Hate endless smoke and water, ruthless years, infinite acacia.
Wan Li has a dusty dream, and the mountains and rivers are uneven.
Busy looking at the glass mirror, look at me.
If you want to write in the past, you will arrange to draw Agger and prepare a new poem.
Look at the legacy of the Six Bridges, and it's raining hard.
Complaining about the east wind and red belittling green is old beauty.
What happened? Liu Lang's sideburns, what they looked like at that time.
Parrot delights in recalling Feng Zizhen of West Lake.
Wu Nong lived in the West Lake since childhood. Fu listens to Acura's father.
Su Causeway is still alive, and Quyuan is full of wind and rain.
Grass grows on the waist skirt, soft and green, and the bridge is broken.
Sentenced to rise and fall, said Lin Bu, drunk plum blossom house plum blossom depression.
Fishing and boating in the West Lake in spring.
The west lake rises, the rain is half baked, and the wind is soft outside the dust wave.
Lanzhou is the same as Yuanyang spectrum. The weather is tender, cold and light.
The curtains are half-rolled. A wisp, the song cloud does not hinder the peach blossom fan. This kind of warbler is charming and elegant.
Let a madman have no guts, and a prince and grandson have enemies, so don't put your glass shallow.
Kitchen Smoke Temple, where Hong Ting Cuiguan is. Now, you are all lazy.
The water condition of the mountain is still good, but the leading edge is gone.
I didn't see you. The garden in autumn is full of singing and dancing places and green weeds. The sunset is late.
Flour flies, spring is about to go, looking at the water in the distance.
Jintangchun West Lake Liuying
Tingzhou is green in water and slightly green in clouds.
After the residual red disappeared, it was silent.
Laugh to break the dream of in-laws and reward Du Mu's life.
West Lake is still popular, but it's hard to come and go.