Twenty-Four Quatrains of East Lake in Wuhan
One
When the boat first comes, white waves roll up, and there are many colorful clouds where the sunset falls.
Outside Honglian Bishu Fishing Village, sit and watch dragonflies skittering across the water.
Two
In the dim dusk in Chu City, where can I find my way out of the boat?
With a glass of turbid wine outside the green mountains, listen to the sound of wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Three
The east wind brings peaches and plums into thousands of homes, the blue water ripples and the swallow shadows slant.
On a bright moonlit night on the Yanliu Painting Bridge, a few fishing boats circle the sand embankment.
Four
Dragonflies dance in the water, and lotus flowers bloom toward the sun.
The people in the willow waves are silent when they hear the orioles, and a light boat comes across the mountain.
Five
The spring breeze in March brings waves in the willows, and beautiful people walk everywhere in the East Lake.
I heard singing birds in Huangjiawan, singing all the way to Chucheng.
Six
Look at the sun rising outside the mountains from a distance, and listen to the birds chirping in the East Lake up close.
The shadows of flowers and butterflies are flying in the face, and people come to the island in small boats.
Seven
Dots of lotus flowers reflect the red sun, and the spring dawn on the willow embankment listens to the morning bell.
The Qin Feng and Chu charm follow the misty clouds, sitting in the lingering light of the green mountains.
Eight
The autumn wind ripples the blue waves on the river, and the red leaves dance on the shore.
Outside the Changtian Tower, fish are roiling in the waves, and birds are singing everywhere in the forest.
Nine
The willows of East Lake are new in ten miles, and the smoke-painted boat is in spring.
The sky is filled with rain and wind, and the sound of flowers outside is heard outside.
Ten
What time does the plum blossom bloom? Outside the East Lake, there is the Yuyu Qiongzhuang Quzi Temple.
Where do the birds’ cries go when the snow falls? The spring breeze has already picked up the green poplar branches.
Eleventh
The flying snow is dancing in the sky, and a cold plum blossom shines on the water.
It is suspected that the fairy girl is raising catkins, and the fragrance is flowing thousands of miles away.
Twelve
The plum blossoms quietly faded and the peanuts faded, and the willows walked up the bank of the pond.
In the midst of clouds of sand and gulls, distant mountains tower into the river city.
Thirteen
The shadows and birds in the ancient building mountain are calling each other, and there are some fishing boats.
The young willows first invade the grassy road, and the spring light can be seen all over the East Lake.
Fourteen
The trees are green and there is a gentle breeze, and the sunset is red on the reed bushes.
The boat suddenly entered the island in the middle of the lake, and hundreds of birds were frightened and flew to the moon like a bow.
On the 15th day of the lunar month
The water in Meiling of East Lake is just beginning to level off, and the sound of Chu music can still be heard in the wind.
The bamboo sea listens to the spring color of the waves, and I don’t realize that the boat is crossing.
Sixteen
Young ambitions are cut short, and the autumn forest and frost stain the Chu Tiantai.
My best friend is only Hushan, who invites me to raise a glass to the moon.
Seventeen
The birds in Huangjiawan are singing for the first time, and they are lusting after youthful love.
It’s a pity that even though thousands of sails have passed, I still come to the lakeside to listen to the wind.
Eighteen
A misty rain comes late in autumn, and the clouds have no intention and the water flows naturally.
It’s hard for wine to dispel the worries of a country, so why do we need a perfect jade from the southeast?
Nineteen
I often recall the days when I was young and fishing, and the wicker trees in East Lake were so comfortable.
The old friend is like a swallow in the spring garden, taking the breeze into the painting.
Twenty
The breeze on the lake laughs at my insanity, but Ling Yun has no choice but to go late.
When will I go back to Moshan to wear out my shoes and look for good poems?
Twenty-one
A child shouts in the shade of green poplars, and a pot of wine falls in the west.
The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, carrying the bright moon across the East Lake.
Twenty-Two
Several village children play with the waves, and the wild geese fall on the wild grass and flowers of Luzhou.
Looking deeper into the East Lake, fishing boats are dotted with the setting sun.
Twenty-three
The green frost and red leaves lock the traces, and there is a gentle breeze in the boat on the lake.
The fragrant petals of yellow flowers blow off, when will we meet in the east of Chucheng.
Twenty-Four
Looking at a few fishing boats in the distance in Chutian, the fragrance of osmanthus is approaching late autumn.
A clear song rises from the lake, and two or three girls count rows of gulls.
Picking lotus in East Lake
Dragonflies are perched on the leaves, dancing in the water with their waists low.
The paddle waves are in my heart, and the sun is setting in the flat boat.
The wind blows softly when picking lotuses, and the willows and grass are luxuriant.
I laughed into the lotus flowers, but when I came back I was lost on the road.
East Lake Miscellaneous
Playing chess pieces for a while, sitting and watching the white clouds return,
Flowers falling in the East Lake, birds singing in the valley.
Open a pavilion to welcome guests from afar, and look into the mirror to look after the clouds of servant girls.
Looking at the moon in a foreign country together, our hometown is separated by thousands of mountains.
Impressions of boating on the East Lake at dusk
The rosy clouds dye the trees on the mountains, and the sunset shines late as the boat crosses the horizon.
Chu was born with a jade mirror and drunkenly wrote poems on red leaves.
The golden chrysanthemums are covered with silver dew, and the beautiful woman leans on the cinnamon branches.
The moon rises above the sentimental lake, and I can’t bear to be separated.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, I took my wife and children boating on the East Lake to enjoy the moonlight.
The East Lake is boundless at dusk, and the sky is stained by the mist of the mountains in the distance.
Gradually the orchid boat floated to the bottom of the water, and suddenly it fell in front of the city with the fine waves.
The pearly and jade shadows were once like a dream, and the red candles and dark buildings looked like immortals.
The most beautiful thing is the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the family celebrates their reunion on the lake.
Spring evening scene of East Lake
There are wild grasses and flowers in the pavilion along the ancient road, and jackdaws are hidden deep in Moshan Mountain.
Smiling at the setting sun of the pagoda, and leisurely sipping East Lake Green Feather Tea.
Ten miles of willow embankments are paved with beautiful flowers, and several rows of egrets pass by the farmhouses.
The painting boat listens to the rising tide, trying to find the sound of the flute. The moon has already set.
East Lake Yong Huai
Throughout the ages, mountains and rivers have been cut, and you can see the sky open when you climb up the stairs.
Beyond the East Lake Fanyingmo Mountain, the sound of ancient temple bells comes from the Han River.
The grass and trees are rustling and the sky is empty, and the autumn wind rustles in my heart.
I advise you not to lament that you have few close friends, and China relies on talented people in its prosperous times.
Moon on the Xijiang River - Climbing the Chutian Terrace of East Lake
How about the willows by the lake? Don't come here for another three years. The shadows of green lotuses and fish fall in the sky, and the road is far away in the dusk.
When do you get used to the world? The future is as difficult as a dream. The wild geese fluttering outside the Chutian Terrace caused a lot of sadness.
Youth Tour - Climbing Chutian Terrace of East Lake
On Chutian Terrace, there are white clouds and gulls and herons standing on Tingzhou. Bishan cottage, deep in the green poplars, I visited several times when I was young.
Time is like water without a trace, and great ambitions are hard to achieve.
The rain falls in the middle of the lake, and the fishing boats are dotted. What owner is ups and downs?