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.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
[Song] Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
West Lake
[Song] Ouyang Xiu
The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Chinese plum
[Song] Lin Bu
All the fragrant stones are exclusive metaphysics, occupying all the amorous feelings of the small garden:
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
Visiting two monks, Qin Hui and Huisi, on an isolated mountain in Largo.
[Song] Su Shi
If it snows, go to the lake and the balcony will destroy the mountain.
There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest.
I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month.
Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road.
Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains.
Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying in the garden.
In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave.
Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks.
Being indifferent is better than being happy, and coming home feels like a dream.
It is difficult to copy a poem after it is lost.