1. Ancient poems describing the setting sun by the lakeside
1. "Picking Mulberry·Who can appreciate the beauty of the West Lake"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Who knows how to appreciate the beauty of the West Lake? The beautiful scenery never ceases. Flying covers chase each other. Greedy and drunk among the flowers.
Who knows that the grass is shining slantingly in the corridor. The water is far away and the smoke is faint. A little Cangzhou egret flies.
"Picking mulberry seeds, visiting the West Lake during the Qingming Festival"
2. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
It is a good time to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity. Fight over whose family it is. Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.
Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy. The road turns and the embankment slopes. There are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.
3. "Picking Mulberries·The West Lake is beautiful when the sunset shines on it"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful when the sunset shines on it, Huawu is a beautiful place, and the waves are flat for ten hectares , There is no boat crossing the wild shore.
The floating clouds dispersed above the southwest moon, and the sill was cool. The fragrance of lotus root is clear. The wind on the water surface wakes you up.
4. "Ruan Langgui·Spring Evening at West Lake"
Song Dynasty: Ma Ziyan
There is not much cold food during the Qingming Festival. The fragrant red gradually becomes thinner. Pantengzhuangzhuang Su Causeway. How do you know if you stay in spring?
The flowers faded in the rain, and the catkins were stained with mud. Lingbo remained unmoved. They call boats in twos and threes. People return to spring.
5. "Miscellaneous Ode to the West Lake: Autumn"
Yuan Dynasty: Xue Angfu
Red leaves in sparse forests, hibiscus in decline, naturally decorate the autumn screen.
The broken clouds cover the sky, the setting sun slants, and pavilions and pavilions emerge from the mountainside.
Those who are slow to pay for painting the boat. Songs should be sung thoroughly; poems should be written when the mood arises. 2. Sentences describing the lake in the evening
Thin green mist floats on the lake, making the lake seem like a dream wrapped in green gauze.
The rugged grassy beach is embedded with puddles of clear lake water, and the water surface reflects the colorful rays of the sun, just like the treasure mirror in the fairy tale." On the vast river surface, the smoke waves are rippling with the shadow of the mountain-shaped tower .
The surface of the river is as level as a mirror, and the light from the rising sun shines on the water, like soft halos floating on the river. The blue of the lake is so pure, so deep, and so blue. Gentle and elegant, there is a layer of slight ripples on the blue brocade-like lake surface.
It is like the watery, blue eyes of the little girl are covered with a thin layer. The fog makes the beautiful figure not so real, and everything is like a beautiful illusion.
The lake is as calm as a bright mirror. When the sun shines, countless dazzling light spots dance on the surface of the lake. The scaly waves rise with the wind, accompanied by the jumping sunshine, and my heart, chasing and playing.
The lake is quiet, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky and white. Clouds, red flowers, green trees. The lake is quiet, shining with beautiful luster like an infinite emerald.
The lake is blue, really like a sapphire embedded in the earth. The water in the lake is so fast! "Wow!" to a beautiful song.
The lake is full of water, and under the sunset, the waves are jumping like naughty children, and there is a sea of ??waves on the water. Golden light.
The lake is so clear! You can see the crystal clear water at the bottom, like " "Like blue brocade".
Looking far into the distance, the river gorge is like the Milky Way in the sky rushing eastward. The river seems to be boiling, with foam and spray everywhere.
The river is rushing and rushing. Coming, like an arrow leaving the string, like a horse loosening its rein, like a tiger emerging from the mountain. The calm water below and the low clouds in the sky form a tranquil ink painting of the West Lake.
The golden sun shines. The lake is like a huge smiling face, showing a bright smile. {[csc:pagelist]} trickles into the surging river; the river water is like slightly fluttering silk.
< p> The broad Yangtze River is like a flat golden ribbon without a trace of wrinkles. The blue lake water and the blue sky are connected together, and it is difficult to tell which is the lake and which is the sky.The water of the Lijiang River is so green! The sparkling water is like fine lines on silk, smooth and green.
The bright sunshine shines on the lake, like little stars falling. It was as if it was flickering in the lake. It was almost evening, and from the car window, I could see the continuous mountains of Daise. At the foot of the mountains was the calm lake, reflecting the pale sunset, and the lead-colored clouds turned the lake surface into gray. The lake is calm without any ripples, just like a sky mirror.
It is an ordinary and beautiful river. The water is crystal clear, flowing quietly, and shining with stars in the sunlight. She wandered around day and night, gradually disappearing around the bend of the mountain. Viewed from a high place, it looks like a beautiful belt floating around the mountains. The calm lake water shines with beautiful luster like a piece of flawless emerald.
The blue of Qinghai Lake is pure, deep, and gentle. There are slight ripples on the blue brocade-like surface of the lake. Like the little girl's watery, blue eyes.
The clear lake water reflects the colorful rays of the sun, just like the precious mirror in the fairy tale. The clear river water is crystal clear, and the boats and tourists are all reflected in the sparkling river water.
Let us use this clear lake as an eternal "mirror". It is blue like the ocean, but bluer and purer than the ocean; it is blue like the sky, but bluer and deeper than the sky.
{[csc:pagelist]}In summer, the lake is calm and calm like a huge mirror. Looking into the distance, the clear Yangtze River looks like a white silk ribbon stretching straight to the sky.
The lake water, like a treasure mirror, reflects the blue sky and white clouds; the green figures of the grass; and the figures of cattle and sheep drinking water. The river has thawed, and the clear river water flows happily with broken ice, playing the beautiful sound of the piano.
The river has scenery that you will never tire of seeing: willow trees, green bamboos, water piers, and stone bridges; under the crystal clear water, there are uncatchable "fish" and endless aquatic plants. ; On days when the long rain begins to clear, the small river under the sun becomes the world of "Half the Sky" - all the sounds, all the colors and countless beautiful curves are intertwined and displayed here... The surging Jinsha River, like A swaying golden dragon. The sun shines on the lake, making it look as beautiful as the lake girl wearing a sparkling silver princess dress.
The sun shines on the lake, like countless diamonds scattered on the lake, giving off a dazzling light. The sunlight shines on the fine ripples of the lake, like covering the water with a layer of sparkling broken silver, or like crumpled green satin.
In a pool of blue lake water, water birds fly close to the water, and golden reeds beside the water sway gently in the wind. A breeze blew by, and the lake water rippled like ripples.
The lush lake water rippled all the way to the feet, but then slowly retreated, like a loving mother patting a baby who was about to fall asleep. The rain fell in the reservoir, like drops on a crystal jade plate, splashing pearls.
Looking from a distance, I can only see a vast expanse of white lake water and sky merged into one. I can’t tell whether it is water or sky. There are a few white clouds floating in the endless sky, hidden in the blue sky. The water of the lower lake is so blue and crystal clear. The lake water is so blue and crystal clear under the blue sky.
This is a clear lake. The surface of the lake is as level as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green trees. Everything is so beautiful that it makes people feel as if they have stepped into a painting. "Drunken Songs on Shiyu Lake and Preface" Author: Yuan Jie Mansou made wine with rice from the public fields. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then.
In the drunken state, he would reach out to the fish on the shore of the lake to get wine, have the boat carry it, and drink all the people sitting there. When I was doubtful, I leaned on Ba Qiu and drank my wine on the Jun Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats were floating against the waves.
Shiyu Lake looks like a Dongting, with summer water filling the mountains with greenery. The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands.
The wind is blowing and the waves are strong all day long, so we cannot waste people transporting wine boats. I sit on Baqiu holding a long gourd and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow.
Notes: 1. Manso: the nickname of Yuan Jie. 2. Suspicious: similar.
3. Long: still adds to the fun. Rhyme translation: I make wine from the rice from the public fields. I often take advantage of my vacation time to carry the wine to Shiyu Lake to get drunk for a while.
In the midst of drunkenness and joy, leaning against the shore of the lake, I stretched out my arms.