Nanchuan lay man
As we approached the West Lake,
Close to a kind of tenderness.
The hand of writing,
Grow into thousands of willows on the shore,
Every night, sparkling, crystal clear.
Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi,
In this light wave,
Singing with pride and passion,
Hum people's feelings and sufferings;
Write this poem as Bai Causeway,
Give the word Su Causeway.
Yue Fei's loyal soul,
The spirit of Su Xiaoxiao.
Brave and gentle,
Standing on the shore.
I'm thinking about coordination,
Suddenly I remembered the choppy waves in Qiantang.
And the beauty of Xizi Lake.
Light rain falls from time to time,
Give Xu Xian a chance,
Give the world a story.
People without umbrellas,
Get wet by memory.
There is no troubled fahai,
This story is not very exciting,
White snake will live a plain and happy life.
Is there a Leifeng Tower?
Will the West Lake care?
Only by constantly breaking the bridge,
Lack of romance and interest.
Miss the West Lake,
Longjing is fragrant and delicious.
The night bell in Lanping is clear and exciting.
Qu Yuan's lotus wind washes away troubles and worldly affairs.
Outside the castle peak building outside the mountain,
Listen to the willow waves and hear the sound of warblers,
Look at seclusion,
Sleeping on the shore of the West Lake at night,
Dreaming of writing,
Unwilling to wake up.
I'm afraid I'll sleep here,
It is also a kind of beauty.
Can you believe it?
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