Write poems about the West Lake.

Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night" said: lush vegetation, boundless water, lotus Ye Xiang. Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk. The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray. Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance. There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all. Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning. Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread. So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines. Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being. Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart. When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money. Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people. At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency. Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead. Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground. The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight. Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling. Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps. Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here. Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night. Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time. Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain. There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home. Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter. Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone. Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake General Review" poem: Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win. Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest. A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north. Chu people have no feathers and can swim across. Fan's poem "West Lake": How many tourists are by the lake, and half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge. Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills. Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake": Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name? I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients. Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain. I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings. When you look at the smoke, you can't find it. My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake. Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin. The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages. Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky. Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard. There is also the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake": one peak is superior, and the two peaks set each other off. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go. The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon. Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow. The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night. (Nanping night bell) Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep. (Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine. (Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching. (Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor. (Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high. (Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound?