enjoying the cool in the West Lake
Song-Ceng Gong
asked me where to avoid steaming, and the West Lake was bright.
the rain is full of wormwood, and the birds sing in a thousand steps.
The rainbow waist is faintly loose from the bridge, and the beneficial birds are on the boat.
I like the cool breeze in the evening and the good moon, listening to the sound of spring in the purple lotus fragrance.
to Li Gongze, Ji 'nan, to greet each other with poems (the second choice is the first)
Song-Su Shi
held a night of singing on the bank of the stream, and turned around to gather dust.
I sent you as a satrap this year, and you are the master everywhere.
it's all a dream to gather, disperse and think carefully, and one's name is gradually becoming different.
Why do you ask? Bats fly in the morning.
Baotu Spring
Yuan-Zhao Mengfu
Long water originates from all over the world, and white jade pots gush out from the flat bottom.
if the valley is weak for a long time, it will be exhausted, and if the year is cold, it will not worry about the dry East China Sea.
the clouds are moist and steaming, but the waves shake Daming Lake.
When the spring comes, the dust falls, and the ice and snow are full of happiness and loneliness.
Climbing the Huibo Tower
Yuan-Zhang Yanghao
Where to climb, you can't be exhausted, and the tower is leaning on the wind for half a day.
Birds fly beyond the clouds, but people are among the thousands of paintings.
the scenery boasts that spring is endless, and water is even empty in ancient and modern times.
Make-up is light on poesy, but I'm afraid the West Lake will not be made public.
Baiyun Pavilion, the second Luanhe River rhyme
Ming-Bian Gong
Quchi Spring is far from the lake, and the water surface is paved with baizhang bead curtain.
The cloud shadow goes up and down in the wave sky, and the moss marks blur through the rain bank.
If you dream at leisure, you will see it, and if you are drunk, you will draw your own picture.
in the twenty-sixth year, when I looked back, Zhulan Bishu was separated by an aromatic pot.
Baixuelou
Ming-Li Panlong
The accumulated rain in the empty forest on the pillow opened, and the whirlwind appeared as soon as it improved.
Daqing River turned to the lonely city, and Changbai Mountain invited it back.
without the laziness, we can know that Tao Lingfu has returned.
whoever knows what the clouds mean, the shadow flutters down the glass.
Jiajing Ding You's Poem of Stepping on a Spring in the South of the City
Ming-Hu Maozong
The black tiger spring in the south of Jishui City, with a flood of jade and blue fields.
when the giant aojiang comes to Hanoi, the spiritual fluid flows to the seaside.
Yangliuxi Bridge is surrounded by green stones, and the egrets are misty and rainy.
the golden soup is still a thousand miles away, and the spring is full of flowers in Qizhou and Sichuan.
Jinan
Qing-Gu Yanwu
The lotus flowers on the lake are growing day by day, and the guests are hurting themselves.
the famous spring comes out of the rock around the earth, and the sudden rain makes the mountains clear and the fire is burning.
peerless poems spread the beauty of children, and the number of scholars in recent dynasties is numerous.
I remember Xin Zhongmin when I am sad, and my tears hurt the ancients for no reason.
Nanyuan
Qing-Wang Ping
Where is our house, where there are old trees and clear canals?
Who can get through the sound of a disorderly spring? The forest with yellow leaves writes books by itself.
after the grass color has gone in the new autumn, chrysanthemums compete to release geese at the beginning.
How much is left in the northern part of the farm? Call the boy and get a hoe.
recalling Ming lake
Qing-Wang Shizhen
A song about Ming lake is bright, and it's lighter to cut over Luowu.
The smoke is thick and the mountains are thousands of folds, and the lotus pond helps the water to drain half the city.
Sit in the Lixia Pavilion, reminiscing about the past, and lie in blowing sheng by the Shuixi Bridge.
Queshan's cold food suffers year after year, so it's hard to get the wind to drive it.
Rebuilding the Guli Pavilion
Qing-Pu Songling
As soon as I wandered around Daming Lake, the banks were covered with green moss.
elegance does not disappear with the grass, but the new pavilion still flows along the garden.
after the rain, the water rises and the embankment is far away, and the wind is fragrant in all directions.
I admire the sage and prefect in those days, and I have to accompany the Shaoling family banquet.
in Longdong Mountain
Qing Dynasty-Liu Dashen
The green hills on all sides are completely flattened, and Chihiro steep rises into the autumn Qing Dynasty.
The old tree on the cliff is angry with the wind, and the black dragon in the deep hole carries the rain.
birds are tired when they cross heavy rocks, and people are light when they are blessed.
The cold at the most pitying heights is too early, and the world of red leaves and yellow flowers has been shocked.