In the past year, I took a drunken elevator and returned to the sail, which passed vaguely. The good news is that there is plenty of light in the culvert and daffodils are wearing pink shirts. -Li Gou's "Recalling Qiantang River"
The sky suddenly thundered gently and the battle began. 200,000 people fought for a while, and the dragons jumped out of anger. -Zhao Puchu's "Watching Tides in Qiantang River"
August 18th Tide, a spectacular world. Kunpeng hit the water for 3,000 miles and trained a long drive of 100,000 people. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, red flags embraced each other, and black sand and white waves swallowed each other. There are two advantages to this situation when people encounter ancient difficulties. May you smell this candle, and the white robe outside the door is like a stork. -Su Shi's Taoist view of Zhejiang
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 of your palm? Good riding _ carp asked Yang Hou. -Luo Yin's Qiantang River Tide
One breath is a river for several years. Customer first and surging, current events and trends. The road turns to green hills and the sand is blank. After years of dreaming, I am full of love. -Pan Yang is on Qiantang River.
Zhejiang has a long green west coast, and the stormy waves are overturned day and night. Look at the influx of people in Qiantang, Li Guo, until baldness is not enough. -Xu Ning's View on Zhejiang Ceramics
In August, the waves roared, and the head was several feet high, touching the back of the mountain. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Haimen, and the rolled sand was like a snowdrift. -Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha"
Surging Penglai, flying high shakes the Song Palace Que. No matter who is swaying and excited, Xu Ling will get angry and let the crown run wild. All the sails were removed and the drums in Haimen began to sound. Just like thousands of wind horses jumping on the silver saddle, fighting for transcendence. -Cao Rong's "Watching Tides in the Red Qiantang River"
The sky is vast and thunderous, and qiantang bore falls from the sky. -Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai"