Spring outing in Qiantang River (Bai Juyi)
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Going to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, I stopped for a moment and looked up, but I saw the water level rising and the white clouds drooping, which was beautiful.
A few orioles, scrambling to fly to the sunny tree, whose swallow brought spring mud to build a new nest?
Colorful flowers, almost charming eyes and green weeds just covered the horseshoe.
The scenery in the east of the lake is unforgettable, and the most lovely thing is the white sand embankment hidden by Populus davidiana.
Extended data:
Spring Tour in Qiantang is a famous seven-character poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty, describing the West Lake. By describing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in early spring, this poem expresses the author's joy in visiting the lake in early spring and his love for the scenery of Qiantang River, as well as his love for the beauty of nature.
Especially in the middle four sentences, the description of the scenery seen in the spring outing of the West Lake is meticulous, vivid and affectionate, which accurately and vividly shows the lively interest and elegant leisure of natural things. The whole poem is rigorous in structure, natural in connection, accurate in antithesis, simple in language, accurate in words and fresh in rhythm, and has become a famous sentence chanting the West Lake in previous dynasties.
This poem is like a short and pithy travel note, from Gushan and Jiading to Hudong and Bai Causeway. Along the way, in the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, green mountains and green waters, the poet feasted his eyes, sang and danced, and was intoxicated by the birds and flowers. Finally, he reluctantly left along the white sand embankment under the shade of willows.
My ears are still echoing the hymns of spring played by all things, and beautiful poems full of the interest of natural integration flow in my heart involuntarily.