Su Shi's West Lake Poems

1, "Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing" Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

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.

Interpretation of the vernacular: In the bright sunshine, the water of the West Lake is sparkling and beautiful. On rainy days, under the cover of rain curtain, the mountains around the West Lake are foggy, and if there is anything, it is wonderful. If the West Lake is compared to the beautiful scenery of the past, light makeup is very suitable.

2. Song Dynasty: Su Shi

In Qiantang West Lake, there is a poet, Qing Shun, who lives in Zangquanwu. In front of the door, there are two Gu Song, each with a Campbell flower wrapped around it, usually lying under it during the day. When I was in the county seat, I rode on the screen for a day, relaxed and coquettish, and asked for rhyme. I'll give it to you.

Ssangyong is opposite, and the white armor covers the misty rain. The shadows are faint and fragrant, and there are long dreamers in the day.

The wind is soft in the lake, and two magpies fly to fight for the night noise. Emerald is red and light, and now it is one hundred feet.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: There is a poet named Qing Shun beside Qiantang West Lake. He lives in Chunwu, a Tibetan. There are two ancient pine trees in front of the door, with camphor climbing on them. During the day, Qingshun often lies under the pine tree. When I was a county magistrate, I retired my entourage one day to visit him. I looked relaxed and elegant, pointed to the fallen petal and begged me to create, so I wrote this word.

Two strains of Gu Song rose into the sky, with copper branches and iron stems, bending around, like two dragons with white nails and white whiskers, bared their teeth and danced in the misty rain. The golden red flowers of Camptotheca acuminata are hidden in a dark green and green, which makes people feel a faint fragrance. A monk is sleeping on a bamboo bed in the shade of a tree.

The wind blowing from the lake is clear and soft; A pair of magpies came under the tree and chirped. I saw that under the breeze, the green pine branches stretched and swayed, and the golden campbell trembled slightly.

3. "A few sons from Klang Ganzhou" Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke.

Poets are all the same, just like I am to you.

Let's go back to the Oriental Sea another day. I hope to thank you and be elegant.

Xizhou Road, don't look back, put clothes on me.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Remember that the most beautiful mountain on the west bank of West Lake in spring is misty green and misty clouds. Well, poets get along well. The friendship between me and you is really valuable.

After the agreement, like Xie An, the prime minister of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he retired and returned to the East along the Yangtze River channel leading to the sea. Don't let this lofty ambition contradict the facts of the future. You shouldn't turn around and cry on Xizhou Road. You will wet your skirt and cry for me.

4,' West Lake Bodhisattva' Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Autumn wind trickles on the lake. Makes you want to leave and stay. Wandering around today. The Ming dynasty was worried about killing people.

Beautiful women cry a thousand times. Sprinkle it in the long river. You don't have to collect two moths. Passers-by cry more.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The autumn wind is slow, and the wind and rain on the lake are raining. You just want to start, but the rain keeps you. If I leave you for nothing today, I will be very sad tomorrow. Thousands of tears of good people who saw me off spilled into Qiantang River. Don't worry about parting, you can't see more people crying goodbye on the road.

5, "Magnolia Inflorescence" Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

The frost has lost its width. Listen to whispers and swallow. Beauty still sings drunken songs, like an electric eraser for forty-three years.

Autumn dew is dripping on the grass. Three, five, Ying Ying, two, eight. I am the same person as Yu, but the West Lake is the end of the month.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: After the frost in early autumn, Changhuai lost its former majestic momentum. I only heard the murmur of water, as if crying for my death. There is a melodious song on the river, and the beautiful woman is still singing the lyrics of the drunk. Forty-three years passed in a hurry, like a flash of lightning.

Life is like autumn dew on the grass, crystal clear and round, but fleeting. /kloc-how clean and perfect the full moon on 0/5 is, it will be gradually incomplete the next day. Like me, I know that drunkard. How many people are left now? Only the bright moon at the bottom of the West Lake once shone on all people.