Perhaps, the infiltration of the West Lake into the poet's mind is too rich.
Perhaps, the poet's attachment to the mountains and rivers in eastern Zhejiang is too indulgent.
As soon as I turned around, the figure of the poet in the West Lake turned into green mountains and green waters.
So, from Hangzhou to eastern Zhejiang, we embarked on a poetic road.
Who would have expected that a small step in life has made a big step in history?
To the west, open the Silk Road.
To the south, leading the era of great navigation
To the north, the ancient tea-horse road makes the tea fragrance of Lingnan drift to Mobei.
If such a step is too heavy.
In the East, the poet's singing made him more relaxed.
Perhaps, it was originally a very personal pastime, seclusion and dwelling in a humble abode.
Therefore, this road of poetry, though beautiful and lonely, is lonely and reaches to the heart.
People in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Dynasties worked hard to explore the humanistic color in the landscape.
The Tang Dynasty pushed poetry to the peak of literature, but also brought landscape poetry into its heyday.
The road of poetry in eastern Zhejiang, during which more than 300 of the more than 2,000 poets in the whole Tang Dynasty walked.
The figures intoxicated in this landscape are Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and Meng Haoran. name
The mountains and rivers in eastern Zhejiang are picturesque and the streams are clear.
"Shi Shuo Xin Yu" said that "a thousand rocks compete for beauty, ten thousand valleys compete for flow, and plants cover it, so if the clouds are glorious, Xia Wei will be glorious."
Poets travel by boat, and when the water runs out, they climb mountains and sing.
From Li Bai's poem Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu, we can appreciate the artistic conception of the mountains and rivers in eastern Zhejiang.
"My heart and my dream are in Wu and Yue, flying over Jinghu and Mingyue overnight", isn't that what I want?
Entering nanxi river is like entering a fairyland in the clear mountain stream of the stone mast rock.
"Walking on a tree-lined road is like swimming in a mirror" (Wang Xizhi), what a wonderful poem.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain. How comfortable it is to be here alone.
The author wrote this article in Shiqiaoyan, nanxi river for reference.