A poem expressing the author's sentimental feelings.

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 of it was this lake.

-Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake