First, the charm of Zhuhu Lake is long-awaited, leisurely in the wetland, riding the east wind.
Poems travel thousands of miles, and there are several clusters in Desenne Bay.
The dripping Metasequoia forest is full of eyes and empty of fragrant wine.
Stay awake on the beach and ask the ferryman to drive the canopy.
Secondly, I asked the ferryman to drive the tent, which I dreamed of for many years.
The misty rain and waves in Jiangnan push the waves. The scroll was lost in the wind.
Water chestnut blossoms with thousands of snows, and purple leaves are full of fans.
The blue boat laughed and wanted to call the fairy gull to heaven.
Thirdly, I want to call the fairy gull to the sky, and the microwave reflects Wu Peng.
Idle people watch birds on the pile platform, while Guigui rocks the boat in the drizzle.
A thousand acres of lake light is clear water, and a picture scroll dances in the south wind.
Money and honor go to fame, only poetry is sent to the garden.
Fourth, only send poetry to the garden and feel the mountains and rivers in the sky.
Huang Yunyu adds a new color, and reeds shake the canopy.
Dancing in the painting, the Iraqis gently sang the ink man into Wuzhong.
I seem to have forgotten my way, but I still borrow the May wind.
Fifth, it also gave birth to a green seedling cluster by the gentle May wind.
Grass people guard homesickness, and machines work hard.
The fertile soil cultivates everything, and the ditches stand upright and lush.
I always chat while swimming and bid farewell to the twilight of Zhuhu Lake.