1. Poems about Hangzhou
Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we visit again? Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.
A glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dances are drunk with hibiscus. See you again sooner or later.
On the night of May 15th, Bai Juyi is full of moonlight. The old acquaintance is happy, and he travels in the morning and at night. The spring breeze comes to the sea, and the bright moon is at the head of the river.
Every market is lit with lights, and music and music are played everywhere. It’s okay to miss Dili, but don’t hate Hangzhou.
Bai Juyi's spring trip to Qiantang Lake. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
"Willow Branches" by Bai Juyi "Liu Mo Shui Tune" is sung at every house, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere. Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches.
There are four or five trees in front of Taoling Gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp. How can it be like the golden branches reflecting the Luoyang Bridge in the second month of the Eastern Capital? Yiyi curls back to green, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze.
White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets.
Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping. You can praise the willows in Suzhou, and even the children in Shengguan in Qiantang.
If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar. The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has a special love before the willow wind.
The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute. The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.
The little tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them. People say that willow leaves are like frowning brows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.
Willow silk pulls the broken heart, and there should be no hope for each other. Spring Inscription on the Lake by Bai Juyi The arrival of spring on the lake is like drawing a picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new grass.
If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Bai Juyi answered a guest's question about Hangzhou. He hesitated to stop the wine cup for me and told you briefly about Hangzhou.
The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui, and the lake is named Qiantang. The large eaves are often decorated with geese's teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads.
There are no three hundred waterways, so why do officials have to travel again? Returning to the West Lake in the evening, I looked back at the Gushan Temple and presented Bai Juyi to all the guests. I returned to the Songdao Lotus Temple in Liuhu Lake and left the Taoist temple in the evening. The rain is heavy in the low mountains, and the palm leaves and water are cool.
The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun. When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.
Farewell to Bai Juyi at the West Lake. The journey was miserable and windy, and the ancestral tents were separated and the music was swallowed. Cui Dai is not required to stay five horses, Huang En is only allowed to stay for three years.
Singing mats are spread under the shade of green vines, and prostitute boats are moored among red lotus flowers. I look back and fall in love everywhere, but the hardest part is the lakeside.
Bai Juyi on the boat back to Hangzhou After leaving the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, he didn’t drink much and lazily recited poems. I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.
Poppy Han Hui, Ten Miles of Gushan Road, West Lake. I still remember the lotus place.
Green stems and red pistils are the most related to love. It's not the wind that blows, it will clear up later.
Now I am getting old. Drunk and greasy, they lean on each other.
The sound of singing slowly returns from picking up incense. Like a dream, the new moon shines on the ripples.
Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou Governor Shi Li Bai. The west river is far away from Tianzhu, and the east is deep from Haimen. Go and cut off your kindness to your relatives and repay your country's worries.
The good wind blows the setting sun, and the flowing water makes a long chant. Those who wear fur in the fifth month should know not to withdraw gold.
Baishe people sent new poems from Hangzhou, including the line "The willow color spring hides Su Xiaojia" Liu Yuxi There are strange sounds in the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, and he is temporarily relegated to an immortal official to lead a hundred cities. Female prostitutes are also famous in Xiaoxiao. Who can call you Qingqing?
Ao was shocked, the sea wind and thunder rose, and the mirage roared and the sky towers were completed.
There is no doubt that the scholar is in Sanchu, and the literary star is now showing up to the bullfight.
Titled Lin'an Residence of the Song Dynasty Lin Sheng Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed? The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.
Lengquan Pavilion Lin Zhen A clear stream of water can refresh the poetic spirit. I only know it in the cold and warm years. There are songs and dances flowing out of the West Lake, and looking back is not like when I was in the mountains.
Lao Tan Lu You was in his eighties but not yet over seventy, and there was a man on the top of the mountain and at the end of the river. The long roar is like a wild crane, and the business is like a withered plant.
In the early days of Lin'an Palace's operation, Yin'an was intoxicated with the West Lake every day. There is no need to count the old drunkards, there are no children back then and today! Look at the sea tide and Liuyong. The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoked willow painted bridges, windy green curtains, and hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless.
The city is lined with pearls, and the households are filled with luxury goods. The stacked lakes are clear and beautiful, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus.
The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus baby plays and fishes. Thousands of horses are riding high, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, and admiring the haze.
There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to boast. He and Yan Qiantang climbed to Zhangting Pavilion to watch the tide, as Meng Haoran did. Hearing thunder and shaking for hundreds of miles, he stopped playing the string for a while.
The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The autumn clouds are shining brightly, and the floating sky is wide.
The stormy waves come like snow, and it feels cold when you sit down. Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful with a short canoe, green water, and long embankments of fragrant grass.
Faint music and music are everywhere. There is no wind on the water, the glass is smooth, and I don't feel the boat moving.
The slight ripples startle sand birds and fly across the shore. Picking Mulberries Ouyang Xiu 10 poems The West Lake is beautiful with a short boat trip, green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and songs everywhere.
The glassy surface of the windless water surface is smooth. Unconsciously, the boat moves and ripples slightly, causing sandbirds to fly across the shore. The deep spring rains pass by the West Lake, and the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are noisy, and the sunny days make the flowers feel warm.
Lan Rui's painting boat leisurely goes away, it is suspected that it is a god. When the waves return, the water is broad and the wind is soaring. It is good to paint a boat carrying wine on the West Lake, with urgent pipes and complicated strings, and jade cups urging the transmission, while the steady and smooth waves allow you to sleep drunkenly.
The floating clouds are under the rowing boat, and the water is clear and fresh. As you look up and down, you may wonder if there is a special sky in the lake. The West Lake is beautiful after all the flowers are blooming, the wolves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willows are dry in the wind.
After the music and songs have dispersed and the tourists have gone, they finally feel the spring sky, the curtains are lowered, and the two swallows return in the drizzle. Who understands the beauty of admiring the West Lake? There is no time for beautiful scenery. Flying canopies chase each other, and the drunken jade is greedy among the flowers.
Who would have thought that in the quiet place of the balcony, the fragrant grass glows diagonally, the water is far away, the smoke is faint, and the little Cangzhou egret flies. On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is already beautiful. It is full of prosperity. We are fighting for who can get there, and the green willows and red wheels are driving the car.
The tourists are leaving at dusk, they are drunk and noisy, the road turns and the embankment is sloping, and there are always flowers all the way to the top of the city. The West Lake is beautiful when the lotus blossoms. When wine comes, no flags are used, but red banners and green canopies follow.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are gentle, and I return drunk with music and songs. The sky and water in the West Lake are beautiful, the clouds and objects are all fresh, the gulls and herons are sleeping peacefully, and you should be used to listening to orchestral music.
The wind is clear, the moon is white, and it is a good night. There is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires the Luan is like an immortal in the boat. The setting sun shines beautifully on the West Lake, with Huawu Pingding, ten hectares of waves flat, and no boat crossing the wild shore.
The floating clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, the sill is cool, the lotus root is fragrant, and the wind on the water surface wakes you up. I have loved the West Lake all my life, so I came to embrace the red wheel, and the wealth and honor floated down on me. 2. Famous poems describing the West Lake
Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is just flat at the feet of the clouds.
In several places, early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, so that Asakusa can have no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the eastbound lake is the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Farewell at the West Lake
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The journey was miserable and windy, and the ancestral tent was separated and the music was swallowed.
Cui Dai is not required to stay with Wu Ma, Huang En is only allowed to stay for three years.
Singing mats are spread under the shade of green vines, and prostitute boats are moored among red lotus flowers.
I look back in love everywhere, but the hardest part is the lakeside.
Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Black clouds cover the mountains, and white raindrops jump into the boat.
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
Drinking on the lake after clear weather
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Titled Lin'an Residence
Song Linsheng
Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. 3. Poems describing Hangzhou
1. "Spring Outlook in Hangzhou" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The Wanghai Tower illuminates the dawn, and the embankment protecting the river is white on the clear sand.
Translation: The Wanghai Tower outside Hangzhou City is covered with bright morning glow, and you are walking on the river embankment and stepping on the soft white sand.
2. "A Branch of Flower·Hangzhou Scene" Yuan Dynasty: Guan Hanqing
The whole city was embroidered with wind curtains, and people gathered in a crowd.
Translation: Exquisite embroidered curtains and fine flowing wind curtains can be seen everywhere in the city. It is noisy and lively, and the noise of people becomes a bustling place.
3. "Zu Yu Dafu Moves to Hangzhou" Modern and Modern Times: Lu Xun
In Pingchu, the sun is harmonious and the trees are strong, and the hills are covered with fragrance.
Translation: Hangzhou Pinglin, the desert sun is beautiful and the wind is blowing, but the eagle cannot soar into the sky. The hills where the plum blossoms exude the fragrance are covered by the mountains and ridges.
4. "Peony at Kaiyuan Temple in Hangzhou" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
The romantic is Qiantang Temple, where you can see peonies without stepping into the world of mortals.
Translation: The most intoxicating scenery is at Qiantang Temple, where you can see peonies of the right color without stepping into the world of mortals.
5. "Three Poems Recalling Jiangnan" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
When recalling Jiangnan, the most memorable one is Hangzhou. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again!
Translation: Among the memories of Jiangnan, Hangzhou is the most evocative place. When the moon is full, I look for cinnamon seeds in the mountain temple, climb up to the county pavilion and lie down in them, admiring the tide of the Qiantang River. When can we travel again? 4. Looking for poems about Hangzhou
Bai Juyi’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Recalling Jiangnan When recalling Jiangnan, the most memorable thing is Hangzhou.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?
Bai Juyi The Drunken Guest Don't say that the scholars of Lu are cowards, and don't bully the governor of Hangzhou. Drunk guest, please open your eyes. There are red flags under the green poplar wind.
Bai Juyi Tide The early tide falls and the late tide comes, flowing sixty times per week in a month. Not only does time come and go, but Hangzhou is also driven by the tide as it ages.
Bai Juyi and Yang Shilang of Tongzhou praised Zhezhi and sent him a message, and recited Feng Yi's poem to the emperor in detail, recalling the time when he was the governor of Yuhang. You have a problem with me. Zhezhi has been in school for ten years.
Bai Juyi's Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River (This song is also called "Xie Qiuniang", each song has five lines) When reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the one I most remember. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we visit again? Bai Juyi presented it to Lu Ji. He was from Lu Ming Mansion in Yuhang County, and was a native of Bai She in Xubai Pavilion. Today we meet, my head is like snow, and we have a cup of encouragement to send off the remaining spring.
Yao He drove to Hangzhou to thank Li Taiwei Deyu for the emperor's favor to pay homage to Hangtan. It was difficult to go to Xie Jingzhao. Secretly imitating the bald head and looking at the painted halberd, the four gods are all radiating cold.
Ninety-eight Poems of Xiao Youxian by Cao Tang. The Eight Scenes Return to the Five-Phoenix Cart and See the Peach Blossoms on Kunlun Mountain. If you want to teach the envoy how to buy spring wine, you must look for Yuhang's mother's house.
Ninety-eight Poems of Xiaoyouxian by Cao Tang. For twenty years in Shidong Shaxi, Xiangminghang has been facing the sky day and night. The alum smoke is gone and the mercury is cold, and I don't realize that the little dragon is sleeping on the bed.
Li Zhong Farewell to Taoist Yu The haze gathers and disperses across the three islands, and the stars are clearly visible in a pot. He joked that Yu Hang was going to sell wine and that the Cai family would meet Magu.
Bai Juyi's Tongshuguan re-inscription. When dismounting in front of the steps, there is a place where the poem is inscribed on the beam. The miserable disease has made you miserable, and the old pine trees are sparse.
After sighing in return, he went to Hangzhou again. Du Fu's fifth brother, Feng, is alone in Jiangzuo. There has been no news for the past three or four years. He is looking for an envoy to send these two poems. I heard that you are in Yishan Temple, Hangzhou and Dingyuezhou.
The wind and dust flooded the farewell day, and Jianghan lost its clear autumn. The shadow covers the crying ape tree, and the soul floats and forms a mirage.
Next year there will be spring water, and white clouds will appear in the east. Bai Juyi On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people who are acquainted with each other are happy, and they travel in the morning and at night.
The spring breeze comes to the sea, and the bright moon is at the head of the river. Every house is lit with lights, and music and music are played everywhere.
It’s okay to miss Dili and not hate Hangzhou. Bai Juyi Twenty-three poems by He Wei·Three poems by He and I. I am fifty-seven, and how many honors have I received?
The three majors of A and B are the masters of Suzhou and Hangzhou. His talent is shallow and his mental strength is weak and he works hard.
Maybe he will follow the crowd and grow old in the dust. Bai Juyi's Twenty Poems on Harmony with Spring Where is the best place for spring, at the house of a prostitute?
My eyebrows are jealous of willow leaves, my skirt is jealous of pomegranate flowers. Orchid and musk deer smoke the quilt, and gold and copper nails ride on the carriage.
Hangzhou Su Xiaoxiao, human nature is the most obsolete. Luo Yin wrote three poems about Mr. Xuantong's Thatched Cottage. I often recall discussions, and the past events are still there.
The wine is gone to the rest of the hangar, and the clouds are fainting. There is no Taoist companion when traveling, but there is grace when returning home.
From then on, the mysterious words are gone, and the door of the cave should be closed for a long time. Bai Juyi's poem about encountering scenery before the end of the twelfth lunar month: The sea plums are half white and the willows are slightly yellow. The frozen water is beginning to melt and the day is getting longer.
There is no bitter frost in Du Ladu, and there is good scenery first to welcome the spring. In the county, I get up at night and listen to the yamen drums. I walk up the city and lean against the female wall.
I am gradually becoming more leisurely and healthy from official duties, so that you are not tired of Yu Hang. Bai Juyi Yuhang's shape is good. Yuhang's shape is good in all directions. The state is adjacent to Zhenhu Lake in Qingshan County.
Thirty miles around Guo there are lotus flowers, and there are a thousand pine trees in the city. Meng'er Pavilion was named Xie in ancient times, and his surname was Su in the new way of teaching prostitutes.
You are too old to be a handsome man with a white mustache. Bai Juyi was the observation envoy in addition to the eastern Zhejiang Province in Yuan Dynasty. He was delighted to find the neighboring state of Hangzhou and Yue. He first presented a long sentence: Jishan mirror water is a place for joyful travel. The rhinoceros wears a gold medal and is honored.
Although my official position is smaller than yours, I am my neighbor in the feudal territory. The county tower plays with the moon with thousands of peaks, and the river boundary divides the spring on both sides equally.
The wine master of Hangyue scenery and poetry, who is more compatible with him? Bai Juyi responded to a slight compliment about Yuezhou's house. He congratulated the Master on getting a newspaper when he came back, and he praised the house in Yuezhou as if it were a fairyland.
I am tired of watching Feng Yi wind and sand for a long time, but I am happy to see the smoke scene in Orchid Pavilion at the beginning. The sunrise flags are full of life, and the moonlit pavilions are empty.
Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but he was not as good as Yuhang except Yuhang. Bai Juyi's reply to my humble opinion (when I was facing the snow in the county building) The scenery in the east and west of Zhejiang is pitiful. I will first count the rest of Hangzhou and Kuaiji.
The Yu Temple is not as good as the Tianzhu Temple, and the Qian Lake is not as enviable as the Ruoye River. The spring fur of the wild crane is warm in the dust, and the gull's wings are wet and low when patting the sand in the water.
Whether I love Mr. Snow Tower or not, the red column is dotted with silver mud. Bai Juyi's "Spring Inscription on the Lake" The coming of spring on the lake looks like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new growth.
If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Bai Juyi got Cui Shiba of Huzhou, Jun Shuxi, and the neighboring county of Hangyue sent congratulations and messages on their growth. Why did the three counties become connected? Zhenyuan Kedi was born in the same year.
After opening the book happily, I think about the past. The country of Yue closed its territory and swallowed the blue sea, and the towers of Hangzhou merged into the blue smoke.
Wu Xingbei, the young king, surrendered because he was the last immortal in Penglai. Bai Juyi wrote about the people of Shishan. They are soaring in the world, and the noble and the humble, the wise and the foolish, come and go.
Drinking is the only thing at the feast, and the singing bells will be at the lonely thinking mountain. The gods do not allow three corpses to live there, and there is no need to mix with common people and have spots on the temples.
Except for Yuhang Bai, who understands his love for Junxian better?
Bai Juyi went to Suzhou and Changzhou, and answered the people of Jiashe. Hangcheng transferred to Sutai the next year, and he returned with five horses.
My eyes close when I am tired of seeing books, but my eyebrows temporarily open when I am happy to have a glass of wine. Years of unpaid favors have gone by in vain, and those who wish to achieve meritorious service and fame cannot come back.
One by one, Cheng Ming has three leading counties. It is a talent to be willing to follow the humane way. Bai Juyi answered a guest's question about Hangzhou. He hesitated to stop the wine cup for me and told you briefly about Hangzhou.
The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui, and the lake is named Qiantang. The large eaves are often decorated with geese's teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads.
If there are no three hundred waterways, why should the officials have to travel again? Bai Juyi's old shirt. The dim scarlet shirt is called the old body, half draped and half dragged out of the red door.
On the sleeve is a new poetry book from Wu County, and on the lapel is traces of old wine from Hangzhou. The remaining color is beyond the plum blossoms, so the fragrance still remains due to washing and smelling.
I have been writing for three years, but I want to throw away the empty box like Shao En. Bai Juyi's three poems sent to me at the end of the year. I can't say farewell for a long time without sighing. How can I avoid feeling sad when I know that the letters are rare?
After half a hundred years, time is coming to an end. The ice in the pool is glued together at the bottom of the boat at dawn, and the snow on the building is clear, revealing the tile ditch.
I feel that the joy is decreasing day by day, and Suzhou is not as happy as Hangzhou. Bai Juyi presented his third brother as a gift. As a young man, he was in charge of two thousand soldiers. He listened to music and singing during the day and cut off the camp at night.
On the other hand, Qiu Yuan’s head is all white, but his eyes are still clear every time there is a flag or drum. In Hangzhou, I was drunk and lying in bed at dusk, and in Wu County, I went on a horseback riding tour in the spring.
I am ashamed of myself that A Lian was slow in his official position and only taught his brother to be the envoy. Bai Juyi Yonghuai Suhang has been known as a county since ancient times, and Mu Shou is now a good official.
The two places have been devastated, and the wind and moon will fade away in five years. When the wine cup was abandoned, I didn't look at the flowers and branches.
My head is full of gray hair, and my passion for poetry and wine are gradually fading. 5. There are many ancient poems about Hangzhou.
) The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.
The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and the finger on the anvil of the clothes still comes back. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. ——Tang Dynasty - Zhang Ruoxu's poems "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" and "Ten Scenes of West Lake": One peak and one tall man, two people talking to each other.
There is a West Lake here, and I refuse to go there. (Two peaks interspersed with clouds) The air on the lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow.
If you are willing to abandon Three Pools, the people of Hangzhou will not look at the moon. (Three Ponds Reflect the Moon) The tall willows shade the long embankment, and the moon is missing.
I walked lamely on the loose sand, as if I was walking on snow. (Remaining snow on the broken bridge) The night air is so dark that it is as thin as paper.
The bells sound from above, crossing the empty river at night. (Nanping Evening Bell) The smoke of willows curtains the peach blossoms, and the red jade sinks into the autumn water.
Wen was so weak that night, Xishi just woke up. (Su Di Chunxiao) There is a slight blush on the cheeks, and Xie Yi smiles.
What is the drunken lotus? The warm wind is like wine. (Fenghe in the Quyuan) The deep willow tree calls the oriole, and the clear sound enters the green sky.
If you have a poetic heart, you should not compare it to advocacy. (Sounding Orioles in the Willow Waves) The ruined pagoda faces the shore of the lake, looking slumped like a drunken man.
Strange feelings are in the rubble, why use artificial intelligence. (Leifeng Sunset) The bright moon is seen in the autumn sky, and the cold air enters Lin Gao.
Listen quietly to the solitary flying goose, its voice is so light that the sky is high. (Pinghu Qiuyue) I deeply hate the release pond and create a fish prison for no reason.
Come to Huagang today, are you willing to be restrained by others? (Watching fish in Huagang) On the twelfth lunar month, I visited Gushan to visit the two monks Huiqin and Huisi (Song Dynasty). The water is clear, there are countless stone fish, and there are no birds in the deep forest.
If you don’t return home during the twelfth lunar month, you will treat your wife and children as if they are seeking the Tao. Where does the Taoist dwell? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.
Who is willing to stay in a lonely mountain? A Taoist knows that the mountains are not alone. The bamboo house with paper windows is deep and self-heating, and you can sit and sleep in the brown cattail garden.
It's cold and the road is far away, but the servant is worried about it. The whole drive has not yet finished. When I came out of the mountain and looked back at the clouds and trees, I saw wild falcons flying around.
I am enjoying my trip here, and I feel like I am in a dream when I get home. When writing poems, I am in a hurry to pursue death, and it is difficult to copy the beautiful scenery once it is lost.
Plum blossoms (Song Dynasty) are blooming in the forest, blooming alone and blooming, occupying the small garden: sparse shadows slanting across the clear water, and a faint fragrance floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need sandalwood boards. ***Golden Plum Blossoms (three poems recorded in one) (Song Dynasty) The smoke scene in Lin Bu’s small garden is desolate, and bursts of cold fragrance press on the musk deer’s navel. The sparse shadows are moving in the lake water, and the eaves of the roof are leaning into a low branch.
The title of the painting can be read when I am free, and the poems and customs are not included in the story title. I feel ashamed that the oriole is like a butterfly, I only know that the spring scenery is in Taoxi.
(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou at that time) On the long solstice day, he and his companions traveled to Beishan (Song Dynasty). In the evening of Fan Cheng's eldest year, the mountains were the same color, and the lake was flat and the fog did not close. The cold clouds are low and the snow is falling in the pavilion. It is a quiet time to mourn during the festive season.
The bamboos and cypresses stand tall and tall, and the Puhes are in full bloom. A thin person knows the strength of his feet, a political person is capable of clearing and traveling.
Liu Shaoqing (Song Dynasty) The crane flew away at night in Zhoumi. Fragrant green moss, jade-dotted ice branches.
The ancient meaning is high wind, secluded empty valley, quiet mountain and deep curtain. God knows the beauty of your heart.
Let’s dance drunkenly and wear lace hats. I love Gushan the most, after the snow has cleared and the moon is still shining.
Red lips, dark fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Shipeng's snow path is deep, the northern branches are greedy for sleep, and the southern branches are awake. Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, the solitary fragrance dominates the top of the group.
The jade and ice poses decorate the garden scene. Leaning on the railing and chanting, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling the peacefulness of the forest in the past.
The snowy plum blossoms on Gushan Mountain (Ming Dynasty) are gone in the morning, and the frozen trees are blooming in the morning. The scenery of Gushan Mountain is as beautiful as the picture. The kingfisher's nest is dysfunctional and difficult to recognize, and the crane's cage is empty and uninvited.
I have seen thousands of flowers blooming in Beilong, but don’t teach them to fall into the West Lake. The sun will soon clear and the moon will be at dusk, and the sparse shadows will be carried around without support.
Willow shoots are green. Don’t recall the plum blossoms on Gushan (Qing Dynasty) Xiaji Guyu. Lin Gong's old house is surrounded by smoke and water.
The moon is white and cloudless, the wind is clear and there is no rain, no one can smell the fragrance. Sir, looking at the end of the city, recalling the time of farewell and vomiting strange flowers in spring? In summer, fish sink, and in autumn, wild geese disappear, all paying tribute to the clouds.
It is beautiful when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when it is empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
——Su Dongpo Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to him. The flowers on the river are as red as fire when the sun rises, and the river is as green as blue when spring comes.
Can’t forget Jiangnan. When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?
——Bai Juyi and the wind, the willows are light, the lush green mountains and rivers are level, the laughter is full of fragrant paths; thinking about the past, looking at the stars, people leaning on the broken bridge and the clouds traveling westward, the moon shadow is intoxicating with tenderness. Outside the mountains, there are green hills and towers, and when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. ——(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng and Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" Gushan Temple in the West Lake is located in the north and west of Jia Pavilion. The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. It is sunny and then raining on the drinking lake Su Shi. The clear water is beautiful only when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. Leaving Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night": The wild wild rice is boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blooms at night and is fragrant with the wind.
Gradually, I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and when the moon was dark, I could see the light of the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": Great men don't ask for more when making plans, and things are decided by themselves.
It is still green and pure even if the turtles and fish are released, and it is willing to allow Xiaowei to block the front slope. Who can continue the good things once done? A hundred feet of green cliff can still be polished.
The stars in the sky are also happy, the moon is shining and bathing in golden waves. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": The fragrance of lotus flowers dissolves the paintings and floats, making Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.
Everyone will exchange twenty-four bridges for ten hectares of West Lake in autumn. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" is located in the north of Gushan Temple in the West Lake and in the west of Jia Pavilion. The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Drinking on the lake, it is sunny and then raining. Su Shi. The clear water is beautiful only when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain. It is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on heavy makeup and light makeup.
Leaving Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. 6. What are the poems about Hangzhou?
1. Drinking on the lake after the clear rain
Author: Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining,
The color of the mountain is also strange when it is empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi,
It is always better to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.
"Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" is a seven-character quatrain praising the beauty of the West Lake. It was written when the poet was serving as the general magistrate of Hangzhou. This poem is not a description of a single scene or a momentary scene of the West Lake, but a comprehensive description and summary of the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.
2. Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th
Author: Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
The black clouds turned ink but did not cover the mountains,
Bai Yu jumped into the boat with beads.
The ground wind blows away suddenly,
The water under the Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
"Drunk Letter at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" is a set of seven-character quatrains written by Su Shi, a famous writer and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty, when he was exiled to Hangzhou. There are 5 poems in one poem, including The first one is the most famous. The dark clouds rose up like ink splashing down, but a section of mountains appeared on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the water splashed by the heavy rain splashed into the boat like white beads and gravel. Suddenly, a strong wind swept over the ground and blew away the dark clouds in the sky. The water of the West Lake was as clear as a mirror, bright and gentle.
3. Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Author: Tang Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment.
Selected from "Bai's Changqing Collection". Qiantang Lake is the West Lake in Hangzhou. Walking by the West Lake. From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the lake is just flush with the embankment when the tide rises, and white clouds overlap and merge with the waves on the lake. A few early orioles are flying up to the sunny trees, and I don't know whose newly arrived swallows are building a nest with spring mud in their mouths. Some colorful spring flowers (wild flowers) are gradually enchanting people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass can just cover the horses' hooves. I love walking along the east side of the West Lake to enjoy the beautiful scenery. If I can’t get enough, I’ll look at the charming broken bridge and white sand embankment under the green willows.
4. Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn
Author: Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
The beautiful scenery of the West Lake has always been the object of description by literati. This poem by Yang Wanli has been passed down through the ages with its unique technique and is worth savoring. After all, it is June in West Lake, and the scenery at this time is different from the four seasons. The endless green lotus leaves seem to be connected with the sky. Under the reflection of the sun, the lotus flowers look particularly bright and bright red.
5. Inscribed on Lin'an Residence
Author: Lin Sheng of the Song Dynasty
Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
The endless pavilions on the green hills are as far as the eye can see. When will the singing and dancing on the West Lake stop? The warm fragrant breeze made the noble man so drunk that he almost thought Hangzhou was Bianzhou. 7. Ancient poems describing Hangzhou
Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. .
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment.
This is a description of the scenery of West Lake in spring. Baisha Embankment is now Bai Embankment.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"
[Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
This is a description of the scenery of lotus flowers in the West Lake in summer. Jingci Temple is Jingsi Temple, now under Leifeng Pagoda.
"West Lake"
[Song Dynasty] Ouyang Xiu
The fragrance of lotus flowers disappears and the paintings float, making Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.
Everyone exchanged twenty-four bridges of moon for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
This is a description of the scenery of West Lake in autumn.
"Plum Blossoms"
[Song Dynasty] Lin Bu
All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming garden:
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and we don’t need a sandalwood board or a gold statue.
This is a description of the scenery of plum blossoms on Gushan (now Gushan Park) by the West Lake. The time should be winter or early spring. (Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou)
Visited Gushan on the twelfth lunar month to visit the two monks Huiqin and Huisi
[Song Dynasty] Su Shi
The sky was snowing, Go to Manhu Lake, the towers are clear and the mountains are there.
The water is clear and there are countless stone fish. There are no birds in the deep forest.
If you don’t return home during the twelfth lunar month, you will treat your wife and children as if they are seeking the Tao.
Where does the Taoist live? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.
Who is willing to stay in a lonely mountain? A Taoist knows that the mountains are not alone.
The bamboo house with paper windows is deep and self-heating, and you can sit and sleep in the brown cattail garden.
It's cold and the road is far away, but the servant is worried about it. The whole drive has not yet finished.
When I came out of the mountain and looked back at the clouds and trees, I saw a wild falcon flying around.
I am enjoying my trip here, and I feel like I am in a dream when I get home.
When writing poems, I am in a hurry to pursue death. Once the beautiful scenery is lost, it is difficult to copy it.
This was written by Su Dongpo when he visited Gushan (by the West Lake, now Gushan Park) on December 1st.