Modern poems describing Hangzhou

There is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world, and the beauty of Hangzhou depends on us to discover and find it. The following are my modern poems describing Hangzhou, which are for your reference only and I hope to help you.

Modern poetry describes Hangzhou 1 West Lake in search of dreams.

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.

Modern poem 2 describing Hangzhou should bow to Hangzhou city.

Every drop of water in this lake is full of beautiful legends.

Every bluestone is engraved with an immortal chapter.

How much red dust and rain, silent in the waves.

The feelings of Liu Yin's old friends have been passed down from generation to generation.

History has given Hangzhou a giant pen.

Write down the most touching poem in the world.

Not only the wind and the lotus are graceful, but the moon is reflected in three pools.

The depths of the castle peak echoed with eternal heroes and heroines.

An unrequited ambition

sigh ...

Modern poems describing Hangzhou 3 Hangzhou

The window is open.

You will run in the tide (Qiantang River).

turn up

When you come back, you will forget the West Lake.

I looked everywhere in the big shopping mall downstairs.

I didn't find it either.

You can put your bag

The road we have traveled.

I want to take it away, too. )

emotion

Can't take away the fleeting time.

therefore

I choose to stay and build a 70-year confession.

Love a person and keep a city.

review

This is nostalgia

Do you want to move on?

The person you love is your hometown.

Hangzhou

My second hometown

Hangzhou Modern Poetry 4 Hangzhou Hangzhou

My Hangzhou

That was when Pangu opened the sky.

A painting of Danqing was carefully painted in the southeast.

Qiantang is a pulse.

Castle peak is the screen.

The West Lake is a mirror.

Donghai is a mystery.

Natural lakes and mountains

Why must thrush hair and lips?

Not to mention light makeup.

Hangzhou, Hangzhou

My Hangzhou

It is brewed from the water of Tiger Running Spring in Longjing Village for thousands of years.

Wan Li tea is fragrant.

Whether "before tomorrow" or "before rain"

No matter "lotus nut" or "grow up"

"forever good tea is like a beautiful woman."

Despite thousands of sorrows.

Wandering on the edge of the cup

Just a sip.

And then disappeared.

Hangzhou, Hangzhou

My Hangzhou

It is made of Liangzhu cocoon as white as snow.

A piece of silk that has been woven for over 4700 years.

Light and soft texture

Colorful

imperturbation

When Europeans with yellow hair and blue eyes

Holding silks and satins known as "flowers of oriental art"

A period of high spirits and surprise.

Maybe he has forgotten his past troubles and misfortunes.

but

He shouldn't forget.

Thousands of miles away.

Spring silkworms in China and Hangzhou have worked hard, hard.

Hangzhou, Hangzhou

My Hangzhou

It is an ancient capital repeatedly recited by Tang poetry and Song poetry.

In Li Bai's "A Long History of Luzhou in Hangzhou to Send Pei Daze"

Chanting in Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan

Recitation in Meng Haoran's Watching Tides with Yan Gantang in Zhang Ting

In Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

Recitation in Liu Yong's Looking at the Tide of the Sea

Recitation in Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberry Seeds

Chanting in Su Dongpo's Drinking Chuqing in the Lake after Rain.

Recitation in Lin Sheng's Lin 'an Mansion

Recitation in Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao

Her beautiful face is known as the first in Jiangnan.

Her wealth and prosperity are known as paradise on earth.

Her feelings for home and country were praised as unfulfilled ambitions.

Many years later.

still beautiful

Prosperity remains the same

Ambition remains unchanged.

Hangzhou, Hangzhou

My Hangzhou

this evening

I will hide you quietly in my dream.

tomorrow

I will definitely fly over Qian Shan.

Walk into your stories and legends

Think about it. Taste the courage.

Waiting for the sunset of Lei Feng.

Listen to the bells of Lingyin Temple.

Feel the magic of Alibaba

I am sure I will be happy.

No return date.

Modern Poems Describing Hangzhou (5)

Visit the West Lake again

be different from

Finally, strange manners

Vow to meet a white-haired man

Added a little warmth of visiting relatives and friends.

May this kindness

Like the West Lake, the water is thin and long.

Water flows around the mountain.

Mountains surround the water.

Fish and water play happily and live up to this beautiful spring.

Spring-like love is as beautiful as flowers

Willow swaying in the wind

Decorate our golden fleeting time

Modern poems describing the West Lake in Hangzhou 6

Look at Minghu, and the six bridges lock the smoke water.

The tower shadows are uneven, and painting boats come and go.

Two rows of weeping willows, long banks dyed green.

The wind is fine and the flute rhyme is melodious again.

Looking around the green hills, there are peaks in the north and south.

The mountains are empty, with bamboo and wood charming posture.

Explore the ancient cave of misty clouds, green and eyebrows.

In the evening rain, the bell rang outside the forest again.

The natural beauty of the Great Lakes and mountains is so unique.

The lake is clear and the mountains are green.

Sunny, sunny, with the color of rain.

Beautiful makeup is better than calligraphy, and heavy makeup is always appropriate.