"Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass in Liliyuan grows wither and withers every year. The wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, the clear green connects the deserted city, and sends the king and grandson away, full of farewell love.
Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" Bai Juyi
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, while new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.