The poet of Drinking Rain in the Lake after the Qing Dynasty is Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
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On sunny days, the West Lake is full of blue waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
The poet who wrote about Lin 'an House was Lin Sheng, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
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Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains, and overlapping green hills hold it in their arms. There are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings, and cruise ships on the West Lake sing and dance day and night. Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different.
Yang Wanli, a writer in the Song Dynasty, was a poet who "saw Lin Zifang at Jingci Temple". The full text of his ancient poems
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
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The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; That graceful lotus flower is in full bloom, and it is particularly bright and bright red under the sunlight.
"The West Lake is better after picking mulberry seeds and flowers" comes from "300 Song Poems". The full text of his ancient poems
Flowers bloom, West Lake is good, wolves are disabled, sheep fly and weeping willows wither.
When all the tourists are gone, they feel that spring is empty. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
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Although the flowers have fallen, the West Lake in late spring is still beautiful, and the residual flowers are light, and the residual red is particularly eye-catching among the branches and leaves; Catkin sometimes floats, sometimes spins, and the dance is misty; Weeping willows crisscross, swaying in the breeze, enjoying themselves in the warm spring breeze and brushing the lake all day.
The tourists enjoy themselves and disperse, the flute becomes quieter, and then they begin to feel empty, as if they need this peace. Back to the bedroom, pull up the curtains, waiting for the arrival of the swallow, only to see Shuang Yan coming back from the drizzle, and then pull up the curtains.
The classical Chinese "Looking at the Lake and Pavilion Snow" is selected from the encyclopedia of classical Chinese in junior high school, and its poems are as follows:
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In December in Chongzhen, I lived by the West Lake. It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It was even more settled, so I took a boat, held my clothes on fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the snow alone. Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board.
On the gazebo, two people sat opposite each other. A boy was cooking wine and the stove was boiling. Yu Daxie said, "There is no such person in the lake!" Pull me together and drink with me. I tried to drink three glasses of wine and then said goodbye to them. Ask them what their surnames are. They are from Nanjing and are guests in this place. While waiting for the boat, the boatman murmured, "Stop talking about your Excellency, you idiot, and people like you are crazy!" " ! "
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In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, the poet lived in the West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. That night, after work for the first time, I rowed alone, dressed in leather and with a stove, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to enjoy the snow scene. The lake is full of ice flowers, and the sky and clouds are integrated with the mountains and water, and it is white. The shadow on the lake is only the faint trace of the West Lake long embankment in the snow, a little bit of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a poet's boat, and two or three people like rice grains on board.
On the pavilion in the middle of the lake, two people sat opposite each other with felt mats. A child is cooking wine, and the wine in the wine stove is boiling. When they saw the poet, they were very surprised and said, "I didn't expect there to be people like you in the lake!" " He took the poet to drink together. The poet tried to drink three glasses of wine and then said goodbye. Ask them their last names. They are from Jinling and live here. When getting off the boat, the boatman murmured, "Don't say" xianggong "is stupid, there are others as stupid as you!"
The author of Sunset on the West Lake by Picking Mulberry Seeds is Ouyang Xiu, a poet and writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems
The setting sun shines on the West Lake. The flower dock is flat, ten hectares are flat, and there is no boat on the wild shore.
The southwest moon is far away, the porch is cool, the lotus is in Qing Xiang, and the water is windy and sober.
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The scenery of the West Lake is very beautiful. Looking at the sunset reflecting the twilight, the flower dock on the shore and the small continent covered with aquatic plants are orange-red. The wide lake is as flat as a mirror, and the boat leans against the silent and deserted shore. The clouds cleared and the bright moon appeared in the southwest. A cool wind gently blows on the railing beside the water, bringing a fragrance of lotus seeds. The cool wind blowing water awakened the tourists' wine.