A modern poem about West Lake in Hangzhou 1. Classical modern poems describing the West Lake
Looking for dreams in the West Lake, holding an oil-paper umbrella, passing through the sentimental rainy season, and looking for the ancient dream of Qiantang in the misty rain of a lake.
Take a boat, push away the gentle blue waves, splash like water in a pool of clouds, and use the charm of ancient poetry to find the feelings of Jiangnan in the past. Is it the flower embankment in Liuan, wandering in the dim back of the ancients, chanting into an elegant poem handed down from generation to generation and singing in a low voice? Broken bridge snow, with lingering love, is there an eternal legend circulating in the sunset photos of Lei Feng with a thousand years of love? Dreaming of the West Lake, stepping on the dust of history, looking at the hand of calligraphy, washing the waves and clearing the stream every night, painting the lakes and mountains in light makeup, looking at the small fragrant soul, the six dynasties flowed day by day, and the acacia tears flowed between the clear water and the green mountains.
Dreaming of the West Lake, in the drizzle, watching the light smoke scattered around the lake, singing a poem from the south of the Yangtze River, watching the lotus flowers bloom side by side, creating a pool of charm, and I, standing between the pavilions and waterside pavilions, watching the light and color of the lake, in your brewing feelings, in your fluttering, elegant and romantic talents.
2. Classical modern poems describing the West Lake
Xihu dream
Hold an oil-paper umbrella,
Through the sentimental rainy season,
In the misty rain of the lake,
Along the Tang rhyme,
Looking for Qiantang in those days,
An ancient dream of eternal prosperity.
By boat,
Push away the gentle blue waves,
In a cloud,
Swaying like a blooming year,
With the elegance of ancient poetry,
Looking for Jiangnan,
Romantic feelings.
Lu' an flower embankment,
Whether,
Wandering in the dim back of the ancients,
Elegant taste,
In the shallow singing,
Recite a poem handed down from generation to generation?
Broken bridges and broken snow,
Whether,
The feeling of a thousand years of love is floating,
With lingering love,
In the sunset of Lei Feng,
Legends that have been passed down through the ages?
Dream of the West Lake,
Stepping on the dust of history,
Look at the handwriting hand,
Wash waves and clear streams every night,
In light makeup,
Painted lakes and mountains,
Look at this lovely little soul,
Romance in the Six Dynasties flowed day by day,
In the clear water and green mountains,
Tears of acacia are flowing.
Dream of the West Lake,
In the drizzle,
Look at the light smoke scattered around a lake.
Sing a poem in Jiangnan,
Looking forward to the blooming lotus,
A pool of charm blooms,
I stood in the pavilion by the pool,
Looking at the lake,
Before you brew,
In the feeling of spring and snow,
When you fly,
In the talent of elegance and romance,
Lost in the old dream of Lin 'an warm wind.
3. Modern poems describing the scenery of the West Lake
Freehand brushwork in West Lake Nanchuan layman approaches the West Lake, approaching a kind of tenderness.
The hand of calligraphy has grown into a thousand willows on the shore, shining every night. Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi, in this wave, sang lofty sentiments and whispered the feelings and sufferings of the people; Take Bai Causeway as a poem and Su Causeway as a word.
Yue Fei's loyal soul, Su Xiaoxiao's spiritual soul. Heroic, gentle, standing on the embankment.
I was thinking about coordination when suddenly I remembered the waves of Qiantang River and the beautiful scenery of Xizi Lake. It rains lightly from time to time, giving Xu Xian an affair and a story to the world.
People without umbrellas will get wet by memories. If there is no troubled Fahai, the story will not be wonderful, and the white snake will live quietly and happily.
Does the West Lake care if there is a Leifeng Tower? It's just that the bridge is constantly broken, lacking romance and interest. Miss the West Lake, Longjing fragrant tea tastes long, Lanping night is clear and exciting, and Qu Yuan's lotus wind washes away troubles and secularity.
Outside the Qingshan building outside the mountain, I listen to the willow waves and the sound of warblers, watch seclusion, sleep on the shore of the West Lake at night, dream of the West Lake, and don't want to wake up. Fear of sleep is also a kind of beauty.
Can you believe it? .
4. Modern poems describing the scenery of the West Lake
Xie Yi West Lake
Nanchuan lay man
As we approached the West Lake,
Close to a kind of tenderness.
The hand of writing,
Grow into thousands of willows on the shore,
Every night, sparkling, crystal clear.
Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi,
In this light wave,
Singing with pride and passion,
Hum people's feelings and sufferings;
Write this poem as Bai Causeway,
Give the word Su Causeway.
Yue Fei's loyal soul,
The spirit of Su Xiaoxiao.
Brave and gentle,
Standing on the shore.
I'm thinking about coordination,
Suddenly I remembered the choppy waves in Qiantang.
And the beauty of Xizi Lake.
Light rain falls from time to time,
Give Xu Xian a chance,
Give the world a story.
People without umbrellas,
Get wet by memory.
There is no troubled fahai,
This story is not very exciting,
White snake will live a plain and happy life.
Is there a Leifeng Tower?
Will the West Lake care?
Only by constantly breaking the bridge,
Lack of romance and interest.
Miss the West Lake,
Longjing is fragrant and delicious.
The night bell in Lanping is clear and exciting.
Qu Yuan's lotus wind washes away troubles and worldly affairs.
Outside the castle peak building outside the mountain,
Listen to the willow waves and hear the sound of warblers,
Look at seclusion,
Sleeping on the shore of the West Lake at night,
Dreaming of writing,
Unwilling to wake up.
I'm afraid I'll sleep here,
It is also a kind of beauty.
Can you believe it?
5. Modern poems describing the beauty of the West Lake
West Lake misses your beauty and generosity. Your charming evening dress meets you at sunset. I left, looking forward to seeing you again. Every reunion is a baptism of the soul. This time, I climbed the mountain and crossed the river with the breath of the wind. You don't have the momentum of mountains, and you don't have the surge of water. You are a combination of elegance and gentleness. You are lying in the arms of the south of the Yangtze River, sitting quietly by the lake, listening to the soft willows brought by the breeze. In the morning, melodious songs came from the lake, and the boat drifted away. It is full of gentle rest in spring. On the vicious island of love, the lonely mountain is not isolated, the bridge is not broken, and Bai Causeway is full of soft words. Su Causeway reached out and sniffed out your fragrant body fragrance, and your deep feelings were no longer hidden. I want to turn into a breeze and drizzle, and stay with you forever. I have traveled to every corner and printed my deep memories in the blue sky and clear water. I have to go. It was the turn of spring and summer, and I saw your maturing West Lake-in fact, I don't want to leave you. You must go back there, because the road to life begins there.
6. West Lake Modern Poetry
West Lake misses your beauty and generosity. Your charming evening dress meets you at sunset. I left, looking forward to seeing you again. Every reunion is a baptism of the soul. This time, with the breath of the wind, I crossed the mountain and the river. You don't have the momentum of mountains, and you don't have the surge of rivers. You are elegant and quiet. You are lying in the arms of the south of the Yangtze River, sitting by the lake, listening to the whispers brought by the breeze. The swaying wicker shakes your heart. The morning waves are coming at you. The song drifted away, and the boat was full of gentle rest in spring. On the evil island of love, the lonely mountain is not lonely, the bridges are endless, and Bai Causeway speaks softly. Su Causeway extends deep affection and stinks your fragrance. Your innermost feelings are no longer hidden. I want to turn into a breeze and drizzle, and stay with you forever. I traveled everywhere and printed my deep memory in the blue sky and clear water. I'm going to go now. It was the turn of spring and summer, and I saw your maturing West Lake-in fact, I didn't want to leave.
7. West Lake Modern Poetry
Xihu Qing
Miss your beauty
I miss your generosity.
Miss the sunset
Your charming evening dress
I will leave when I meet you.
Leave and look forward to meeting again.
Every party
It is the baptism of the soul.
I'm riding the wind this time.
Climb over mountains
Across the river
Has come to your side
You don't have the momentum of a mountain.
There is no surging river.
You are a combination of elegance and quietness.
Lying in the arms of Jiangnan earth
Sit on the margin of a lake
Listen to the whispers brought by the breeze
Swing the wicker gently
Make waves in the heart of the morning.
There is a sweet song on the lake.
A drifting boat
Full of the tenderness of spring.
Stop on the island of vicious love
Lonely mountain is not lonely.
bridge cutoff
Bai Causeway is full of soft words.
Su Causeway held out an affectionate hand.
Smell your fragrant body fragrance.
Deep feelings
No more hair to hide
How I want to turn into a gentle breeze and drizzle, and be with you forever.
I've been everywhere.
Put a deep memory
* * * printed in the blue sky and clear water.
I'm leaving.
This is the combination of spring and summer.
I saw it.
You are getting more and more mature.
West Lake-
Actually, I don't want to leave you.
Your affectionate eyes
Just because of lifestyle.
Come from there and go back there.