Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and chaotic peaks are scattered around the checkpoint.
There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon.
Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu.
I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
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Mixing the gods is invisible, and the craftsman makes the West Lake as a painting screen.
The spring water is cleaner than the monk's eyes, and the mountain is as thick as the Buddha's head at dusk.
Fish shadows are swaying among the bamboos, and Lan Gui cigarettes are swaying in the pavilion.
I often play the flute, and the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable.
Four small scenes of the West Lake,
First of all:
The peach blossoms on the shore are bright red, and the willows on the embankment are light green.
Watching egrets peep at fish, it is a little green to break through Pinghu.
Second:
In the West Lake in May, the air is crisp in autumn, and new lotus flowers bloom and float.
Where are the people in lotus petals? There is a saying, begging flowers to nod.
Third:
On several occasions, I went to the West Lake alone, and the teacher knew that I didn't care about money.
A flock of flying geese broke the silence, and the mountain fell on the side.
Fourth:
Today, it is dawn, and the residual snow is flying above the carved fence.
You don't have to buy a penny, but the monk is idle.
Ten scenic poems of West Lake:
The tree fireworks are exposed around the dike sand, and the pavilion is half-hidden.
The bell in Zhu San urges the moon to set, and Liu Qiaoliu brings crows.
The green window sleeps and smells birds, and the residual makeup between the leaves is called selling flowers.
Look where the wine flag is, there are people at the beginning of the smoke. -Su Causeway Xiao Chun.
I used to watch waves and play tricks at the lake pier at night.
A grain of dust does not move, and the sky is connected with water.
Chibi did not wake up the dream of peace, and Li Gong bothered the old dragon to sleep.
Lang Yin Jade Pagoda rang slightly, and the whistling spirit was awe-inspiring. -Autumn Moon in Pinghu
Cuiwei is surrounded by red battles, as if watching a female soldier in the Wu Palace.
Birds fly across the sky, clouds and shadows are chaotic, and fish blow waves to make water lines.
The nib is still fragrant, and the copper column is half inclined.
Two tuckers are calm and sober, and the original boat sings. -Qu Yuan Feng He
When I was drunk, I climbed the white jade ladder. The east wind warmed me and turned me into mud.
Jade waist? ? The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the silver platform is lost.
Nine wells are sunny with fresh water, and the two peaks are thick and the clouds are low.
Rushing cold is a letter and visit to plum blossoms, and ten miles of silver sand prints horseshoes. -Broken bridge and residual snow
It's best to rain, sunny and late, and the West Lake can be compared with the stone.
In summer, the pavilion is surrounded by red light, and the clouds roll with songs.
The mountains are purple and green, the firewood sings far, and the trees are late in Huang Ma.
Who explains the scenery of Xiaoxiang and the fishing village? -Lei Feng Sunset
The willows gather in dark clouds, and there is a slight sound at first.
The Zen couch has repeatedly surprised the monk, and the window is partial to the guest.
From Yun Sheng to Aoling in the month, the wind passed Fengcheng.
Stop tourists from singing and dancing, jade pot and silver arrow at the beginning of the night. -Nanping Night Clock
Tall and graceful, possessed, tall and strong.
Hosta is 3 thousand meters high, and the treasure cover is 17 floors empty.
The sky is far from the news and the night is far from the moon.
Why not sweep away the residual clouds and look down at the rising sun in the east? Two peaks rise from the clouds.
Thin clouds sweep the waves, while tower shadows draw blue streams.
In the middle of the night, the ice wheel goes out to sea first, and a lake of golden water is about to melt in autumn.
The Dragon Palace presents a wall of divine light and spittle, floating with the remaining beads in the room.
Lang said that the scenery of Ying 'e Lake is very beautiful. I didn't know there was a fairy boat here. -Santa Yin Yue.
Then the sky turned green, and the banks of Su Gong Dike were covered with fish.
Only the warblers and birds in Tibet can't sleep at night because the sound in spring is very stable.
A wanderer loves to smell jade, but a beauty Ting Yun hates it.
But looking at the old sound in March, I can see that floating waves are ping. -Liu Lang Wenying
Spring comes on the lake, the water is empty, the peach blossoms are warm and the willows are cloudy.
Slightly colorful thousands of feet, dotted with food.
Zhou Zhu avoided herons at this time, and the clouds went away, which was the dragon.
Even with magnificent beams and music, that wide net is too deep for you. -Watching fish in Huagang.
The poem "Ten Scenes of the West Lake" is sung, and the branches in history come out between the lines.
The Biography of the King of Qin has roots and leaves, which is no better than a dissolute book.
This song, titled "Shuidiao Tou", tells the story of West Lake:
The metropolis of Sanwu has been envied for a long time. When chaos is cut, the Crystal Palace will appear. The spring road is like peach and apricot hair, the autumn bounty chrysanthemum hibiscus, and the summer banquet fresh lotus pond. Liu Ying Sixth Bridge has a bright moon, and the flowers are fragrant and smoky. It should also be sunny, rainy and windy, and the scenery in winter is light and thick. Grandson, in the pavilion, orchestral music. The plum blossoms in the north ridge break the jade, and the pine and cypress in the south screen are nine miles. Surrounded by green hills, it invaded the second peak of Han Dynasty. It is suspected that Penglai scenery, parting first.
This poem can't describe the beauty of the West Lake, so that later generations recite it a lot. Another word also talked about the benefits of the West Lake. The word name "Linjiang Xian":
Since ancient times, Qiantang scenery, West Lake song and dance feast. Tourists play with flower boats all day long, and the flute and drum are constantly playing. Zhaoqingtan holy monk monument, release pool Chiba Honglian. Su Gongdi, Red Heart and Green Willow, Mei Xuan, Bamboo House and Lin Bu. The scenery of Leifeng Pagoda is bleak and Cimen Pavilion is clean. Tianzhu Xiao Xia reflected low for three days, and the second peak was covered with clouds. Prince's Bay is full of autumn water, and Foshan is green and continuous. Jiuli pine is green, and Yu Feilong is on the side of the well. The Xiling Bridge is flooded, the Liuqiao Bridge is hung with gold thread, and the lotus picking boat is anchored. Looking back on the broken bridge is unbearable, and a generation of ancestors have not seen it.
Talking about the scenery of the West Lake;
There are 10000 hectares of blue transparent glass and 3000 green nana serrated emeralds. On Chunfeng Lake, the beautiful peach blossoms were painted by Li Ru. In the summer pool, the red lotus cover is picturesque. Autumn clouds contain ru, watching the tender chrysanthemums in the south garden pile up gold; It snows in winter, and the mountains in the north are cold and beautiful. Nine miles of pine smoke is sparse, and the willow bridge is ringing. Xiao Xia reflected three Tianzhu, and the two peaks were locked at dusk. Wind-born ape mouth, rain flying dragon well top. On the bank of Sanxiantang, a rock invades the sky; Before the Four Saints' View, a hundred feet of auspicious clouds filled the air. Su Gongdi, Dongpo Monument; Gushan Road, the former residence of He Jingfu. Visit relatives and friends to Lingyin, and those who spend money come with good intentions. I only heard that Mishima is far away. I don't know if the lake is better than Penglai.
There is an old saying "Huanxisha" as evidence:
On the lake, Zhu Qiao drew a wheel around it, which dissolved the spring water and soaked the spring clouds. Liuli Bi is smooth and dust-free. Travelers welcome drunken guests, and yellow birds call pedestrians every other day. The sun sets and there is no spring.
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