There are many bird poems on the lake.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple