Spring outing in Qiantang River
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 orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
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.
Translation:
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake.
Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall.
The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
Recalling Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good.
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Translation:
How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
Recalling three poems of Jiangnan
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
Translation:
How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
The memory of Jiangnan can best evoke the memory of Hangzhou, which is like a paradise: visit Lingyin Temple to find laurel trees, board the county pavilion, rest on it and enjoy the ebb and flow of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again?
Memories of Jiangnan, and then memories of Suzhou Wugong, drinking wine and spring bamboo leaves in Wugong, watching the singers in Wugong dance like charming hibiscus. I don't know when we will meet again.
Mujiangsong
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.
Translation:
A sunset gradually sank into the river, and the river was half green and half brilliant red.
The loveliest thing is the night on the third day of September, which is as bright as pearls and crescent as a bow.
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. ?
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Translation:
In April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just opened.
I often regret that spring has gone nowhere to look, but I don't know that it has come here.
On the swimming pool
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
Translation:
A child punted and secretly picked white lotus.
He didn't know how to hide the trace. A boat crossed the duckweed on the water.
Cold food and unrealistic hopes
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Translation:
Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Under the dim tall tree, who cries at Qingming Cold Food Festival?
The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it.
Begonia flowers and pear flowers set off poplars, which are where will you go's place.
The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the rustling rain in the evening.
It snows at night
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Translation:
At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow.
I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
Watch the moon in the pavilion on the evening of August 15th.
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
Translation:
In the past, on the night of August 15, "I" stood beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, "I" was in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall again.
How can I see that my hometown is in the northwest and the moon has circled several times in the southeast?
The wind blew yesterday and no one paid attention. The beauty tonight is as beautiful as those years ago.
Qingming night
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor. ?
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
Translation:
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze blows gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the house of the secretariat.
A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.