Ten ancient poems describing the West Lake

1. The moonlight is cold and the spring water is not flowing. Where is the eulogy? In the west wind of Baiping Polygonum hydropiper, the lake is full of beautiful autumn.

2. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.

The flag is surrounded by water and the ship is submerged.

4. Where did the yellow crane stop smoking? It crowed Su Causeway Xiao.

On that rainy day, I was holding an umbrella. There was not a trace of joy in my heart, nor did I step on the broken bridge sadly, watching the elves falling from the sky gently buckle the ripples in the lake. Of course, there are also those who pat the lotus leaf and then drop it into the West Lake. At this time, a veil-like fog gradually floated on the lake. The fog in the south of the Yangtze River slightly blurs the traces in the distance ... but it is becoming more and more poetic. I have no talent to give the title of West Lake. If it's better, a Jiangnan woman comes from the other side of the broken bridge. I can't see her face clearly because of the fog. But I can guess her inner peace ... then, we didn't talk, we all looked at each other quietly and knew something.

Looking forward from the broken bridge, the sun shines on the lake, shining with blue waves and golden light. Waterbirds sometimes skim the blue sky and white clouds, and sometimes gently brush the water. What a beautiful fairyland on earth! This scene is beautiful.

7. In summer, the water surface of the West Lake is crowded with lotus leaves and lotus flowers. The most striking thing is the lotus flower as white as jade, which is quiet and pure, and really "emerges from the mud without being stained". Lotus leaf holds crystal clear agate-like dew, guarding graceful lotus flowers and plump flower bones, which is simply a beautiful landscape painting that a great painter's picture scroll can't compare with.

8. I want to take a bus through Gongluo, and the frost chrysanthemum goes around the pool.

9. suffocation is a castle, and frogs are orchestral music.

10. Lantianke is still noisy, and Guiji is scarce.

1 1. 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?

12. Everywhere the scenery is poetic. When you have been to the West Lake, you can't help falling in love with her. Tourists leave not only praise and attachment, but also a romantic dream. The charm of the West Lake is publicized in the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, and rendered layer by layer in the sad love story. In this continuous drizzle, such as faint feelings, smoke like a dream. ...

13. The four seasons in the West Lake are beautiful. Spring returns to the earth, walking on the Bai Causeway and Su Causeway of the West Lake, overlooking the lake, I saw the lake sparkling, the canoe rippling, and the reflected moon in Santan Lake embedded in the lake like a gem. Wicker sometimes brushes your cheek, sometimes brushes your head and shoulders, accompanied by a slight paddle sound and a beautiful piano sound in the distance. How intoxicating!

14. Xie Lingyun's "Swimming Redstone into the Sailing Sea" in the Southern Song Dynasty

15. Lonely Pu is full of water, and the lotus blooms at night. Su Shi's "Five Wonders of Pan-West Lake"

16. Look at the remains of the Six Bridges, which are strongly supported by misty rain.

17. "Looking back at Gushan Temple when the West Lake returns late" Bai Juyi

18. The portrait of the East Gelangguan Bridge in Chu Shi West Lake is lifelike.

19. Wu Rong's "Looking at the West Lake from Qi"

20. The West Lake in the rain has a unique scenery. I saw the drizzle falling in the West Lake, like countless silver threads connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily. The West Lake in the rain has a unique scenery. I saw the drizzle falling on the West Lake, like countless silver threads connecting the sky and the lake, making a rustling sound, like who is singing happily; Willow girl kept swinging in the breeze and drizzle, as if dancing happily.