There is only one poem praising the shores of Lake Baikal, which is "Borders of Lake Baikal" written by Bing Jiguo
"Borders of Lake Baikal"
Text/original ink original name / Bing Jiguo
Cried in the wrong spring and autumn, the rain flooded the starry sky,
The night silently hurt the mist in the oil paint,
In the palm of the moss, There is a strange shadow.
The clouds resting on the shores of Lake Baikal,
The dandelion season has just begun,
The ripples will wither in the heart of the lake
Radically dance the brief sunshine.
The setting sun becomes my joyful poem,
The red tail cuts off the white light,
It dyes the four seasons of life,
In the heart of a flower that wants to speak
Start traveling to a strange country.
The roses picked up everywhere are so greedy that they can’t wipe out the night dew.
When the breeze comes, they close their hypocritical mouths.
Another thunder and lightning, changing seasons,
The eaves pieced together into a very close lake,
reflecting the sadness of losing the bluebird in the sky.
Cold love, passionate love
It is all love, because it has been here before.
When the parting smile becomes a sculpture in the distance,
The depiction lurking in the heart loses its tenacity.
The figure that has been running in the wheat fields by Lake Baikal,
tramples the dim and unclear light,
When I turn around, the sunrise is no longer a signal of rebirth;< /p>
The tide of happiness recedes quickly,
leaving behind an empty horizon and the time behind the singing.