It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The scenery of Hangzhou West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves are spread out layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
2,' picking mulberry, thinking about the West Lake on Qingming Festival' Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty.
During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous everywhere.
Who is fighting for the way? Green willows and bamboos push the cart.
During Tomb-Sweeping Day and Shangsi Festival, the scenery of Hangzhou West Lake is very good. My eyes are a bustling scene. Whose horses and chariots are fighting for the road? A car with red wheels and golden flowers ran around the willows on the side of the road in order to get ahead.
3, "Hangzhou Spring Hope" Tang Bai Juyi.
Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning is bright and the river bank is white.
That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.
The Wanghai Building outside Hangzhou is covered with bright morning glow, walking on the berm and stepping on the soft white sand. The roar of Qiantang Taoyuan reached the military temple in the spring night, and the delicate green willows wrapped Sue's little home.
4, "A Flower Hangzhou Scene" Yuan Guan Hanqing
The western saltworks are like Qiong Yao and Wu Shan, with thousands of emeralds.
Five grains, looking at Qiantang River glass.
The beautiful Yantian in the west of Hangzhou is like a precious Qiong Yao, and the colorful Wu Shan is like layers of emeralds. Oh, look at Qiantang River. It's like a million hectares of glass shining.
5,' Three Memories of Jiangnan' Tang Bai Juyi.
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?
The most memorable thing in Jiangnan is Hangzhou, which is like a paradise. Visit Lingyin Temple, look for laurel seeds in the bright moon, board the county pavilion, and lie on it to enjoy the ebb and flow of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again?
2. A poem about the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou, "Spring Tour of Qiantang River"
Bai Juyi
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.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in spring, and the white sand land is now Bai Causeway.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
[Song] Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
This is a description of the lotus scenery in the West Lake in summer. Jingci Temple is Jingsi Temple, which is now under the Leifeng Pagoda.
West Lake
[Song] Ouyang Xiu
The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in autumn.
Chinese plum
[Song] Lin Bu
All the fragrant stones are exclusive metaphysics, occupying all the amorous feelings of the small garden:
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
This is a description of plum blossom scenery on the Gushan (existing Gushan Park) near the West Lake, which should be winter or early spring. (Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou)
Visiting two monks, Qin Hui and Huisi, on an isolated mountain in Largo.
[Song] Su Shi
If it snows, go to the lake and the balcony will destroy the mountain.
There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest.
I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month.
Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road.
Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains.
Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying in the garden.
In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave.
Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks.
Being indifferent is better than being happy, and coming home feels like a dream.
Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
Poems describing the scenery of Hangzhou, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The bow is thin and the stern is fragrant.
Short stripes brush short long dikes with an oriole Chen Wenjing crow on them. You can't hide the smoke in Cui Mu, and the west of the bridge is one painting after another.
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place. Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint. Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse. Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
Loneliness and water are boundless, and lotus flowers bloom at night.
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.
When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away. There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn. The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass. Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud, and the flowers are more and more attractive, but shallow grass can have no horseshoes.
4. Wang Changling, a landscape poem of Qiantang River or Hangzhou, chants about Huanshaxi.
Whose home is on the Qiantang River, the daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers.
Prince Wu Can was away from home, but today he came to Huansha in public.
Qiantang river tide in Luoyin
The voice of anger is full of momentum, and the rivers in Russia are floating.
There are big characters in the road, and it is also known that it is advection again and again.
Losing a giant has no bottom, and fighting Xiling has only a head.
Who is in charge when you are stunned, so you can ride a carp and ask Yang Hou.
Baijuyi Chunti Lake
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 the sentences were left in this lake.
Bai Juyi asked Hangzhou.
Stop drinking for me and talk to you about Hangzhou.
The mountain name Tianzhu heaps indigo, and the lake name Qiantang flows green oil.
There are many geese's teeth under the big eaves, and there are faucets painted on the boats.
Without 300 waterways, why do officials have to swim again?
5. Ancient Poetry: The first sentence of seeing peach blossoms in Hangzhou Mid-levels, the poet climbed to the top of the mountain and leaned over to overlook: semi-Yamanoe, peach blossoms are in full bloom and red, and the peach blossoms on the hillside are brilliant and fascinating against the gorgeous rosy clouds.
The second sentence, "Swallows flying low to copy the restaurant", describes a lively scene: seeing tourists in the middle of the mountain, deep in the peach forest; Swallows are flying back and forth in the air, passing the wine flags flying outside the restaurant. Spring, bright and charming, beautiful spring, makes people linger.
Three or four sentences "The red shadow doesn't go to the stream, so you know that spring water loves peach blossoms." With his ingenious brushwork, the poet created a novel and wonderful artistic conception: the beautiful peach blossoms are reflected in the clear mountain stream. Although the water flowed away slowly, the flower shadow in the spring refused to leave. Oh, I see, Chunshui, an infatuated man, fell in love with a pure red heart woman. What a beautiful painting, what a beautiful artistic conception, what a beautiful peach blossom romance.
6. Find beautiful sentences that describe the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou. Poems describing the West Lake. Spring on Lake Baijuyi is like painting a picture, with chaotic peaks scattered on the horizontal line.
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. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning.
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. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. On June 27, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, covered with dark clouds and jumped into the boat in white rain.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. Autumn Mountain Yang Wanli leaves a new yellow persimmon with red leaves, which is also Sapium sebiferum and Feng Dan.
Just say that the mountains are bleak in autumn, and the West Lake is embroidered with three or four peaks. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. When did the West Lake Song and Dance stop outside the Castle Peak Building outside Lin Sheng Mountain? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
Watching the tide is better than in the southeast, and the three cities of Wu and Qiantang have been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people.
Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
Sanqiu cassia seed, Shili lotus flower. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus.
A thousand riders have high teeth. Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze.
The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast. Good things are near the West Lake. Xin Qiji crossed the West Lake every day and spent a cold dip.
Although the mountains are picturesque, it is difficult to paint when you want to. The musical bell is clamped behind the front string, and then broken and restored.
At the same time, the lotus was in full bloom and several blue boats flew by. The singing lotus on the lake loves the lake light and sings Long song step by step.
The oriole flies to the lake when he sees people. West Lake Fishing Boat Map: How many times has Tang Yin crossed his hands to pay tribute to senior officials in the past 30 years? Where is the beach of Yue Ming West Lake? What do you want to do after you enter Zhang Huangyan Wulin, and then die? There is my teacher at the head of Xizi Lake.
The sun and the moon hang in the family tomb, and half of Gankun is the Yuejia Temple. Shame will be divided into three seats with his bare hands, dare to lend one to Dan Xin.
We will gradually drive eastward, and the rough waves will surely belong to the barbarians! West Lake in July and a half Zhang Dai West Lake in July and a half, there is nothing to see, only people in July and a half. People who watch July 30 can be divided into five categories.
The first floor is full of boats, flutes and drums, and full of banquets. The lighting is excellent, and the sound and light are chaotic. Those who look at the moon but don't actually see it, look at it. One is also a ship on the first floor. A famous baby is a beautiful girl, carrying a girl on her back, laughing and crying, sitting on the terrace, looking around, looking at those people who are not looking at each other under the moon.
One is that boats also sing, famous prostitutes are idle, monks sing softly, and the tube is weak and light, and bamboo meat is mutual. Those who also look at the moon and want people to look at it look at the moon. One is not to sail, not to ride a horse, not to wear a shirt, not to be drunk and not full, to call three or five people, to jump into the crowd, to celebrate, to break the bridge, to make a noise, to pretend to be drunk, to sing in tune, to watch the moon, to watch the moon, to watch it or not.
A boat is light, several heaters are clean, tea pots are boiled, plain porcelain is quietly handed over, and friends, Jiali, are invited to sit with the moon, or hide under the shadow tree, or escape into the lake, but people don't care if they see the moon. Hangzhou people swim across the lake and have returned to their hometown, avoiding the moon as an enemy.
This is a good name for the party, which was won by the team. The door army had more wine and more money, and the bearers burned them, and they were listed on the shore. As soon as he got on the boat, it broke the bridge and rushed into the victory meeting.
So before the second drum, people preached, such as boiling, shaking, whistling, deaf and dumb. The ship and the ship went ashore together, and saw nothing but the shoulder pole hitting the shoulder pole, and the ship touching the ship, side by side, looking at each other. After the ceremony, the official banquet was over, thieves shouted, bearers called, people on board closed the door, lanterns and torches were like stars, and they all crowded away.
People on the shore also rushed to the door one by one, gradually thinning out and disappearing in an instant. When we started boating on the shore, the stone ridge on the broken bridge began to cool down. We sat on it and greeted the guests to indulge in drinking. At this time, the moon is as new as a mirror, the mountains are renovated, and the lake is seen again. People singing in a low voice to it and people hiding in the shade also came out. We got angry, sat together and made friends, prostitutes and bamboo meat.
The moonlight is desolate, the east will be white, and the guests will be scattered. We went boating and slept soundly among ten miles of lotus flowers. The fragrance was amazing and the dream was very clear.
"Moon in the middle of the lake" tells the story of Lin Baifo, with June 19 as the Buddha's birthday. On the first day, all the men and women in he cheng went out to make a pilgrimage to Zhu San Temple at night.
Some companies can't be banned, so stay in Kinmen and wait. I was born with Chen, and I rowed out of the city and swam around the lake.
Xia Xuan can play the flute, so she plays along. Five mountains and months, foggy, half of the lake has been rowed.
The dark fire flickered, and there were about six or seven people who made a promise to draw a boat. The flute makes a sound in the middle stream, and the sound is thin. If it is swallowed by the wind, it will be miserable, and the lakes and mountains will touch it, which seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The fog cleared, the lake was clear in the middle of the month, and the ship stopped at the Bai Causeway. Jade got on the bridge, played the flute and returned to the moon.
Into Liu Yin, dike willow is a shadow, willow is broken by the month. Xia Xuan is wearing a white shirt and standing in the middle of the moon.
The cicada touches the flute and the alarm is noisy. The night scene is clear, those who draw boats under the embankment listen to them when they are salty, and those who have songs and harmony.
Sun Guyu's continuation of this red cliff. I read Dongpo's five-line poem "Flooding the West Lake at Night", and the scenery was gloomy. I recall that before the Southern Song Dynasty, the lake was still small and sparse, and I hated the flute in Chibi.
However, in tonight's tour, Gu Yu didn't attack Dongpo's ear. It is common for husbands to be followed by strangers in lakes or mountains.
I have known each other for more than a hundred years. If there were no attackers, I would rather blame Dongpo. When I entered the city at dawn, I was eager to remember it.
7. Write a poem about the scenery of Hangzhou and park in Guazhou.
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Wonders Category: Lv Ji
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Musts
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Zaolanxiang Huaian Chongwu
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and the red yarn faded. I was very sad. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people.
The order of warbler's voice and swallow
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Check in the dark, leave marks and spit happily, but still dye partridge,
8. Poems describing the scenery of Hangzhou: It rains after drinking Chu Qing on the lake [Song] Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Recalling Jiangnan (Bai Juyi) Jiangnan is good, Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has long been known: the sunrise is red, and the spring is blue.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou: looking for laurels in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Among the scenic spots of the West Lake, Bai Causeway and Su Causeway are the most unforgettable places for China literati.
The two great poets and writers simply wanted to alleviate the sufferings of the local people, build water conservancy, dredge lakes and build dikes, not for elegance or even for cultural purposes, and finally left two long dams of life in the West Lake. //Su Dongpo is my idol, when I was a child, haha.
//Just like his "Xilin Wall Title": "From the side of the ridge, the peak is different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain. "
-Xiaomei (Northern Song Dynasty in Lin Bu) in the mountain garden has a horizontal shadow, shallow water and fragrance. At dusk, I miss Wu, the mountains are green, and the green hills on both sides of the strait set each other off. Who knows the feeling of parting? You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
The next day, the leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors. During the Zheng De period of Ming Dynasty, a Japanese envoy wrote this poem after visiting the West Lake: I saw this lake map many years ago, and I don't believe there is such a lake in the world.
After crossing the lake today, the painter still lacks time. -//Of course, there must be a negative side. This was my idea when I first arrived in Hangzhou.
Perhaps it is for this reason that Lu Xun dissuaded Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou with his family: Qian Wang was still on vacation, Wu Xiang couldn't find him to go with the flow, and he was at peace with Chu, and the mountains were full of fragrance to cover Gao Cen. There is no one in front of General Yue's grave, and there is no one in Meihelin. Why is it like a family trip, and the storm is full of songs?
His oral evaluation of the West Lake is: "As for the scenery of the West Lake, although pleasant, there are places to eat and play. If you linger, the lakes and mountains will also kill people's ambition. For example, people like Yuan Zicai, wearing a tulle gown, recognizing the folks with Su Xiaoxiao and living a high-spirited life, are boring. "
(Chuan Dao:1memories of Mr. Lu Xun's visit to Hangzhou in 928)-Jade was buried here in Hushan, and flowers and moons can be cast into gold. This couplet is hung on the wooden pavilion, facing the Xiling Bridge.
Yang Liuzhi-Suzhou Liu Yang claims to be the monarch, and there is also a Qiantang Pavilion. If you are keen on finding a small one, Su Jia is deep in Qingyang.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
-Ma Su Jianhu from the beginning, named after the Han and Tang Dynasties. Later, the West Lake rose in the Northern Song Dynasty and was captured. Everyone rushed to the West Lake, but Jianhu was not as bright as the West Lake.
As for Xianghu Lake, the secluded place is bleak, boats and cars are scarce, and the rhyme is superior to others. The Jade Emperor Yiru is often more beautiful than the West Lake. Hu Xiang is a hermit and Jianhu is a fairy.
I didn't mean to. I regard Hu Xiang as my virgin. What do you want? Cut? Carbon repression? What happened? Baohuan? Hey? Can be respected but not embarrassed; If the West Lake is a famous prostitute in the song and looks beautiful, but leans against the door and laughs, everyone knows? R is insulting.
Does everyone understand? R blasphemy, old friend envy; Everyone envies, so everyone despises. Spring and summer are lively, and autumn and winter are cold; Flower dynasty, noisy, evening, scattered stars; On sunny days, it is easy to get together, and when it rains and snows, it is very lonely.
So I said, "If you are good at reading, you will meet more than three times, and if you are good at swimming, you will meet more than three times. Dong Yu said:' Winter people are also at leisure; At night, after the day; Rain, after the moon.
Snow? Teacher Gu Mei, why smoke embankment high willow; Jathyapple is ethereal and bright, and He Xun's flowers are graceful; Rain color rays? What is wrong with me? Forgive me for stealing! Benchun? ? Four sages, Yu also said: "Lotte is broad-minded and solid, and its quietness is also deep; The absurdity of Yehou is not as sensitive as Dongpo. " The rest, such as Jia Sidao's luxury and Sun Dongying's luxury, have spent hundreds of thousands in the West Lake, but some people never dreamed that their temperament and taste were there.
There are too many measures to swim around the lake in the world. Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night" said: lush vegetation, boundless water, lotus Ye Xiang.
Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk.
The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray.
Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.
There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.
Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.
Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.
So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.
Clean again, You Lan? T, Anken, it's Jun Yan. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.
Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.
When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.
Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.
At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.
Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency. Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.
Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground. The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.
Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.
Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.
Pinghu is only a day away? Hey? Why do you want to send a primary school? Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night. Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time.
Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain. There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home.
Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter.
Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone. Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake Overview" poem: Longjing.