What are the poems that describe "fog floating on the lake, like a fairyland"?

The Moon over the Xijiang River

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xiaoxiang

The sound of the wind settling on the beach has not stopped, and the rain is coming under the canopy foretelling. The willows on the shore are the most sympathetic to her. I remember that the boat was once tied. ?

The fog on the lake swallows up the white pagoda, and there are green flags on the eaves. Drunk with three cups of village wine. It's cold and I'm sleeping.

Two poems about the first clear and then the rain on the drinking lake·Part 2

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The clear sky is good when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange .

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

Title: Qingcao Lake, Longyang County

Yuan Dynasty: Tang Gong

The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and the king of Xiang had many white hairs overnight.

After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.

Resent to Wang Sun·The wind on the lake is vast and the waves are vast

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The wind and waves on the lake are vast and vast. Autumn is late, and the red color is rare and fragrant. The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good. ?

The construction of Yanhu Lake in Qinyuanchun·Lingshan Zhai'an was not completed

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji made a new embankment road and asked when Yanhu Lake will be filled with smoke and water?

Moon over the Xijiang River·Inquiry about the Spring Scenery by the Lake

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xiaoxiang

Now that the world is used to it, my heart is at ease everywhere. The water under Hanguang Pavilion is like the sky, and there are flying sand gulls.

Huanxisha·The mountains surrounding the flat lake shake the city.

Song Dynasty: Zhang Yuanqian

The mountains surround the flat lake and the waves shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green mountains. Crystal downstairs wants to update three times.

Huanxi Sand·The Zhuqiao on the lake sounds like a painting wheel

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The Zhuqiao on the lake sounds like a painting wheel, the spring water is soaked in the spring clouds, and the green glass is smooth and clean. dust.

He Zhuan·Hu Shang

Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

Hu Shang. Looking around. The rain is falling. Yanpu Huaqiao Road is far away.

Pinghu Le·Cai Ling people's words separated from the autumn smoke

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Yun

Cai Ling people's words separated from the autumn smoke, the waves are as calm as horizontal practice.

Don’t let the scenery flow when you start, linger for a while, paint a boat and smile in the spring breeze.

Dawn on the Lake

Qing Dynasty: Li E

Out of Guo Xiao the color is faint, and the people near the water are calm.

Cold mist arose on the water and filled the sky forever.

There is a sound when the reeds are broken, but there is no shadow on the distant mountains.

On the first day of the lunar month, we can see the flowers blooming, and there are three or two rows of 舴苋.

An De learns from the wild ducks and chases the clear shadows.

Xiao Taohong·The willows are shady on the Bihu Lake

Yuan Dynasty: Yang Guo

The willows are shady on the Bihu Lake, and the silhouettes of people are immersed in the clear waves, which often marks the year. Enjoy flowers and drink.

Xizi Zhuangman·Qingming Tour on the Lake

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

The flowing water is full of dust, the bright sun is brewing the fermented wine, and the painting is like mist.

Visiting Kinmen, painted after the rain on the lake in July

Qing Dynasty: Li E

With the painting on the threshold, the rain washes away the dense autumn and the people are desolate. Across the water, the remaining clouds are bright, and there are three or four spots on the hills.

When will the boat sail? The lotus flowers are waiting to be folded. The green disk is sparse and pink every day, and the west wind has nowhere to stop.