-Raise your eyebrows
Wu Shan,
Lush vegetation and overlapping mountains.
Like an ancient book lying idle on the shore of the West Lake,
Recorded the prosperous history of Qiantang in 800 miles;
Faint Wu Shan,
Bai Yunfei Ferry, Tianfeng Hunting,
Like an old stamp on Xizi Lake,
Witness the spring and autumn of 100,000 families.
Walking on this gentle foothills,
Looking at the scenery of the West Lake in the distance,
It's like turning pages of yellow paper,
Read the pen and ink left by the dynasties;
Stepping on this rugged mountain road,
Looking up at the stone carvings on the rock wall in front of me,
It seems to be commenting on the black and red mark.
Appreciate the historical stories of historical romance.
Baocheng Temple views peony poems with flower rocks,
The story of peach blossoms with human faces has been passed down through the ages.
Peach blossoms remain unchanged for thousands of years.
The spring breeze has attracted countless tourists;
Twelve peaks and exquisite stones, playing the traditional Chinese zodiac.
The wonders of Wushan Yu Yun have lasted for thousands of years.
After thousands of generations, the country has not changed.
The button to attract eternal heroes in the misty rain.
The ancient camphor in the Southern Song Dynasty is tall and straight.
It has nurtured more than 800 years of wind and rain feelings.
Around her, countless poets drank and sang,
Now it has more leaves;
Zhu's words are vigorous and powerful.
The past clouds that have condensed for ten centuries,
At his feet, how many poets took off broken arrows,
It is getting more and more fragrant now.
There are temples and temples everywhere on the mountain.
The blue bricks and yellow tiles are interlaced under the ginkgo tree in Dangui.
There are fireworks everywhere,
Pious pilgrims jostle shoulder to shoulder;
There is a business travel restaurant along the mountain road.
The cornices of carved columns are hidden in the leaves of Cinnamomum camphora,
Many shops have different flags.
Leisure tourists are in an endless stream.
Climb the majestic Wushan Mountain,
The breeze blows,
More aware of the sublimity of heaven and earth;
Stepping on the towering city god pavilion,
Look at the fence,
Better understand the vicissitudes of history.
Looking north at the West Lake,
Like a pine inkstone,
Melting the thick smoke clouds of the previous dynasty;
Looking south at Qianwan, the water is light and the clouds are light.
Like a drop of elegant celadon,
Drop the cool dew of future generations.
The peaks in the west are patchy,
Like a green pen,
Carrying the majestic ancient and modern years;
Dongguan is picturesque.
Like a patchwork flute,
Played a magnificent and prosperous movement.