Looking at the lake and getting drunk (I)
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Su Shi s landscape poems in Hangzhou;
Carnivores that travel seven miles.
Get on a boat and wave a pair of oars, like a frightened swan, skimming over the water. The sky is blue, the color is clear, the mountains and mountains are bright, as far as the river, and the waves are as flat as a mirror. Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax. The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world. Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen. Yan Guang smiled in vain this year and never really enjoyed the scenery of this beautiful place. The emperor and the hermit are now like a dream, leaving only an empty name. There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green.
Su Shi wrote poems about West Lake in Hangzhou.
Drink up the rain on Chuqing Lake (I)
Welcome guests to the sunrise, and stay drunk at night.
This means Jia Jun won't. One glass is the narcissus king.