Poems about the West Lake (at least 3 poems)

Hangzhou Chunwang Bai Juyi

The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankment protecting the river is covered with clear sand.

The sound of waves sounds at the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.

The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while the pear blossoms are blooming.

Who opens Husi Southwest Road? The grass green skirt has a slanted waist.

Bai Juyi returned to Hangzhou on the boat

After leaving the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, he did not drink much and lazily recited poems.

I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.

Answering guests’ questions about Hangzhou Bai Juyi

He hesitated to stop the wine cup for me and tell you a little bit about Hangzhou.

The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui Qingdai, and the name of the lake is Qiantang.

The large eaves are often decorated with goose teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads.

There are no three hundred waterways, so why do officials have to travel again?

Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou Governor Shi Li Bai

The west river is far away from Tianzhu, and the east is far away from Haimen.

Go and cut off your kindness to your relatives, and repay your country's worries.

The good wind blows the setting sun, and the flowing water makes a long chant.

Those who wear fur in May should know not to withdraw gold.

Sent Zhang Xiaobiao’s school book back to Hangzhou because it was sent to Yang Juyuan from Baishe

I once visited Lingyin Riverside Temple and stayed alone in the east tower to look at the Haimen.

The tide-colored Milky Way is paved with blue sky, and the golden pillars of sunlight emerge from the red basin.

You might as well lay down your official career and discuss the infinite poetry in detail.

If you visit Xu Ruzi, a county resident, you should ride to Shacun.

The first two poems of Hangzhou Zhu Tao by Xu Ning

If you don’t tell the sand embankment to the end, you will still bully the stone stack.

The snow is flying, don’t go to the green mountains.

Beat Qiantang Guo and drive away the white waves.

You will gain nothing if you swallow Wu, but you will lose five thousand families.

Tide Watching in Hangzhou Yao He

The building has the name Zhangting, and the waves come from ancient and modern times. The potential is as wide as the sea, and the color is darker than the white clouds.

The angry snow drives away the cold air, and the wild thunder scatters loud sounds. The waves are high and the wind is rising, and the waves are so fast that it is difficult for rocks to sink.

Birds are afraid of how far away they are, and dragons are frightened and dare not sing. The ao is like a jade hole, and the danger is like a walking Qiongcen.

But if there are thousands of souls, how can one know that Wu Xiangxin is in love? The shore is connected to the ancient road, and the island is connected to the jungle.

Tiaomo Mountain is all wet, and the river is half cloudy. Natural and Yu chi, who can find this reason?

Visiting Hangzhou, Gu Feixiong

The county of Guo is around the river, and people live near Baiyun.

Watch the late waves on the threshold, and hear the oars from across the city at night.

Puzhuan Mountain is beginning to disappear, and the rainbow and slanting rain have not separated.

Who knows what I mean? My thoughts are like a flock of gulls.

Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou by Zhang Hu

The towers are towering and lead into the center of the lake.

Mountains will always be moist without rain, and water will be cloudy without clouds.

The broken bridge is barren and the moss is astringent, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers.

I still remember the moon in the west window and the sound of bells in the northern forest.

View Hangzhou Zhezhi Zhang Hu

The dancing stopped, the singing stopped, the drums continued, and the cartilage fairy moths temporarily rose.

The red silk painted shirt comes out wrapped around the wrists, and the green crotch is carried on the waist.

The golden bell pendulum is patted on the side, but the sound of footsteps destroys the golden bells.

Looking at the folds of fragrant sleeves all over my head, the pink screen fragrant handkerchief is heavy again.

Inscribed on Zhang Hu of Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou

The southwest mountains are the most beautiful, and one boundary is the heavens. The road goes through the rock bamboo and flows into the temple spring.

Beside the Danjing Well and the Moon-watching Stone Bridge. The sound of the caves and rivers is far away, and the air from the towers is connected to the sea.

The tower is bright with snow on the spring ridge, and the bells disperse the pine smoke at dusk. Wherever I go, I still hate it, and I even look at the lotus on the top of the mountain.

Inscribed on Zhang Hu of Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou

The peaks and ridges are as wide as one palm, and the red sills extend in several rings. The Buddha's ground is divided by flowers, and the monk's room is divided by bamboos and springs.

The next month at the fifth watch is downstairs, and there is smoke in Guozhong ten miles away. Behind the back tower is the towering pavilion, and in front of the horizontal pavilion on the front mountain.

The creek is sandy and the water is calm, and the rocks in the stream are dotted with fresh moss. It's good to call the ape for a long time, and the sound will be deep in the west rock.

Playing with the moon in Hangzhou on the Mid-Autumn Festival night Zhang Hu

The essence of the taiyin of eternity grows on the sea during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ghosts worry about fate, and people love them wisely.

The stars are far away, and the stars are thin and faint. The shadows flow endlessly across the river, and the wheels drag the valley silently.

Like a mirror when the sun rises on a building, like a pearl emerging from a pond. The sand on the shore is all white, and the mountain trees are half white.

Look around the small threshold and step on the long embankment. The attentive guest has not returned, but the love comes at night in the smoke and water.

Peony at Kaiyuan Temple in Hangzhou by Zhang Hu

When the small medicine stall is opened for the first time, everyone leaves Chang'an melancholy.

The romance is Qiantang Temple, where you can see peonies without stepping into the world of mortals.

Hangzhou Jiangting left an inscription to overlook Xiang Si

Everywhere is selling well, and it looks like a morning in the evening.

The fishermen are playing drums and singing, and the sandbirds are playing to welcome the tide.

There are dense pavilions among the trees, and the city is connected to the Wu Temple far away.

Whoever reports hermitage will be able to plow and cut wood here.

Climb to Hangzhou City Zheng Valley

Beyond the Momo River, climb to the Reflection Room.

When the tide comes, you can see the other mountains.

Sandbirds fly far away on clear skies, and fishermen sing leisurely at night.

I am poor and have no return, but my heart returns piece by piece.

Climbing Qinwang Mountain in Hangzhou, Ma Xiang

Where to find the first division of Taiyi, the empty space changes people's hearts.

The sun and moon in the nine days move towards morning and evening, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers change from ancient to present.

The wind moves the water and the light swallows up the distant mountains, and the rain adds mist to the high forest.

The emperor of Qin made a plan to drive away the mountains, and the vast sea turned deeper.

Visit Wang Anshi at Shengguo Temple in Hangzhou

Climb high to see the mountains and rivers, and be in the middle of the water.

Looking down at the balcony, there are many green trees in the sky.

The floating clouds connect with the sea air, and the setting sun moves the light of the lake.

I sit down and play the horizontal flute, and the remaining sound enters Fuyang.

An old friend from Hangzhou wrote to Su Shi in Qi'an

Last night the wind and moon were clear, and I dreamed of being on the West Lake.

When I hear good words from the court, I will deduct Wu’s salary from my household.

Light round white sun-dried lychees, crispy red snail sauce.

I even gave Xi'an tea to persuade me to wash away the miasma in the river.

My old friend said that I must go west.

Two servants a year, and you will be fine even though you are thousands of miles away.

When I set up a book club on a regular basis, I was not afraid of offering poems.

I will also leave my dream soul behind and watch the river rise overnight.

Lu Xun prevented Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou

Qian Wang is still there on leave, and Wu Xiang is nowhere to be found.

In Pingchu, the sun is harmonious and the trees are strong, and the hills are full of fragrance and cover the high peaks.

General Yue is neglected in the tomb altar, and Meihe is desolate in the scholar forest.

It’s like traveling far away with your whole family, and you are walking in the wind and waves.

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Wu Mulian and Zhongsu were buried in the high tomb, and a new ancestral temple was built.

Bai Juyi returns to the West Lake in the evening and looks back at the Gushan Temple to present to all the guests

Liuhu Songdao Lotus Temple, returns to the temple in the evening.

The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves and water are cool.

Smoke waves shake the blue sky, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.

When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.

Farewell to Bai Juyi at the West Lake

The journey was miserable and windy, and the ancestral tent was separated from the music.

Cui Dai is not required to stay with Wu Ma, Huang En is only allowed to stay for three years.

Singing mats are spread under the shade of green vines, and prostitute boats are moored among red lotus flowers.

Everywhere I look back I feel in love, but the hardest part is the lakeside.

Farewell to the West Lake by Li Shen

See the fallen plum leaves beside the lake, and the two birds on the waves are lonely.

It is easy to lose the flowers when playing the music on the blowpipe, and it is difficult to fly the feathers when learning from the weaving machine.

Snow bullies the early spring and destroys the fragrant calyx, and the falcons fly in the deep autumn to brush the green leaves.

The colorful hair has nowhere to go, and it becomes a bridge over the sad farewell stream.

Send Tang Zhongcheng to open a summer tour of Tao West Lake and tell the county people Zhu Qingyu

Ping'an New Taoist view of the blue sky, the drifting away suddenly becomes far away.

The isolated island in the spare time brings poetic scenery, and there are no more horizontal wickers blocking the way.

Hongzhao Road has secluded mountains and green wetlands, and the brocade sails are fluttering in the wind and waves.

*** I know that I am infiltrating the same Lei Ze, so I don’t think there are drought seedlings in the source of Sichuan.

Li Qi wrote about West Lake Wu Rong

I was drunk when I saw off the summer and welcomed the autumn, but I couldn’t bear to be rushed by the cicadas.

I follow the Weishui River and see the distance, and dream about Qin Yun's return.

If the drizzle is like a fishing boat, who will go to the singing stage again when the moon is bright?

Thousands of waves, strong west wind, even a cup of red sweet potatoes.

Qi Ji in the West Lake on a spring day

A water surrounds an isolated island, and the idle gate covers the spring grass.

There has never been an elder in the past. It is a waste of time to ask about aging.

Moved to the West Lake and composed two poems, Qi Ji

Fire clouds and sun flames are about to burn into the sky, and the small sills and quiet windows remind me of the old peaks.

White sweat flows down the pillow mat at this time, and the breeze moves the firs and pines wherever they go.

I am sleeping in the cool moon, and I hear the dawn bell in the distant temple.

Just waiting for the sound of autumn to cleanse my heart, and my clothes to be freshly washed and healthy.

The shadows of the trees in the official garden are cloudy during the day, but the coolness is so close to the heart.

Don’t teach others to control the peaches and plums, and don’t let me pursue the fireworks.

The worms make noise in the wind at night, and the branches are stable, and the emeralds sleep quietly in the deep place.

The struggle seems to be coming out of the dust, and the moss in the east forest leads to the west forest.

Miscellaneous Poems on the West Lake by Huang Ren

Taking care of visitors entering the painting, the embroidery on the terraces is mixed with the carpet.

The Song family conquered ten hectares of lakes in Qiantang from thousands of miles of Central Plains land.

The next time Lin Boyu's servant rhymed a spring outing to the West Lake, Lu You

I don't know the age of the West Lake, but the old traces are found again on the edge of Mailing.

Two egrets come and go in the distance, and the waves look up to the blue sky.

The wreckage feels difficult to support for a long time, and it is fate to meet each other with a smile.

My travels and meals in Beijing are full of poems and thoughts, and Xian Gong’s writing is full of thoughts.

Miscellaneous Feelings of the West Lake Qian Qianyi

Can you bear to hear the desolation of Bandang again? The smoke and mountains are like ocher and the water is burning.

Tang Dynasty grass grows under the white sand embankment, and Song Dynasty clouds grow beside the tombs of E State.

The oriole on the tree is now my friend, and the Du Yu on the branch was my king in the past.

The bells are ringing after the disaster in Kunming, and they are attached to the lakes and mountains to announce the sunset.

On one side of the beautiful West Lake, Wu Gen crosses the two corners.

The cranes in the lonely mountain are gone and the flowers are like snow, and the cuckoos in Geling are singing like frost in the moon.

The oil-walled light carriage comes to Beili, and the small part of the Liyuan plays in the west chamber.

Now that I have learned the Dharma of King Kong, I know that my past life has broken my heart.

The Five Wonders of the West Lake at Night by Su Shi

The soul of the new moon has not yet settled down, and then it breaks through the five and six and gradually becomes entangled.

Tonight it is as beautiful as half a piece of jade, and visitors have to look towards the third watch.

At the third watch of the night, the moon is gradually lowering, and the scenery is strange before it falls.

Who can predict the personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty?

The black dragon no longer has the power to fight, and the horns in the east rise to the level of the dragon.

It is not yet dawn when the fisherman closes his tube, and the only sound is the sound of wild cattails as the boat passes by.

The wild wild rice is boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blooms at night and is fragrant with the wind and dew.

Gradually I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and I waited until the moon was dark to see the light of the lake.

The light of the lake is neither ghost nor fairy, the wind is calm and the waves are full of quiet light.

I went into the temple in twos and twos for a while, and I couldn't see anything and was at a loss.

Spring outing to the West Lake Lu You

In front of Lingyin and behind Tianzhu, ghosts cut out the gods to make rock cliffs.

A bottle of wine in the cold spring pavilion can equal a thousand years of life.

After the Qingming Festival, in front of Shangsi, there are thousands of reds and purples vying for the enchanting concubines.

The sound of winter drums plays on the sidelines, and one swing on the swing is like ascending to immortality.

To be successful in life, you must be young and have white hair and smile to yourself.

You don’t see General Ba Ting’s accident, and the drunk captain is angry and doesn’t hear it.

Going on a boat trip to the West Lake with your children, the sun and the clouds change repeatedly throughout the day. Lu You

As soon as you see the garden, you will forget to return when you drink from the spring and sip the bamboo shoots.

Yang Hua is fighting for the way with others, and Jiu’s words are still urging rain to drop on his clothes.

The names of the ancient temples are still there, and the knowledge of the younger generation should be sparse.

Sadly, after more than sixty years, the twin towers are still in Cuiwei.

Title Lin'an Residence Lin Sheng

Outside the mountain, outside the Qingshan Tower, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed?

The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.

The Tomb of King Yue'e Zhao Zi'ang

The grass on the tomb of King E is separated, and the desolate and stone beasts are in danger in the autumn.

The monarchs and ministers crossing the southern border despised the country, and the fathers and elders of the Central Plains looked at the flags.

What's the point of lamenting when the hero is dead? The world will be divided and there will be no support.

Don’t sing this song to the West Lake, the scenery of water and mountains is so sad.

Leaving Jingci Temple at dawn by Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Drink Su Shi

The clear sky is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Lengquan Pavilion Lin Zhen

A stream of clear water can refresh the poetic spirit, and only oneself knows whether it is cold or warm in the years.

Singing and dancing out of the West Lake, looking back is not like when you were in the mountains.

Die Lianhua, West Lake Feeling Old, Ye Sen

The small courtyard is full of spring sorrow.

The clouds are passing through my eyes, and I remember the places I visited when I was drunk. Lonely now on Fangcao Road.

The Qingming Rain is green every year. The shadows of flowers and the heavy curtains are slanting at dusk.

The wine is cold and fragrant, but no one cares about the deep hatred. A gust of east wind blew the catkins.

Eight Sounds of Ganzhou, Wushen and then to the West Lake, Zhang Ye

Recalling the light of the lake, I have been drunk for several springs, and I am longing for it every thousands of miles.

Hate endless smoke and water, ruthless years, infinite lovesickness.

Thousands of miles of wind and sand make me sleep, and the mountains are jagged and green.

Looking at the glass mirror, I looked at my appearance.

If he wanted to write about the past, he arranged to draw a boat and prepare a new poem.

See the remains of the Six Bridges, supported by the mist and rain.

I blame the east wind, the red color fades and the green color increases. Compared with the past, I look like an old Xishi.

How do you get it? Liu Lang’s temples look like those of that time.

Parrot Song Recalling West Lake Feng Zizhen

Wu Nong grew up and lived in West Lake. Sitting on the boat and listening to my father's song.

Thousands of willows on Su Di are left in spring, and the wind in Quyuan is full of flowers and rain.

There is a waist skirt with luxuriant grass, and the soft green broken bridge is slanting away.

Ask Lin Bu to tell the story of success and failure. He is drunk at the top of the plum blossom house.

Go fishing and go boating on the West Lake in spring

The West Lake is swollen, there is a new rain, and the wind is soft outside the dust waves.

Lan Zhou went to Yuanyangpu, where the weather was tender, cold and warm.

The curtain is half rolled up. A ray of time and a cloud of songs will not hinder the peach blossom fan. Ying Jiao Yan Wan.

If you are a mad visitor without a heart, and if you are a king and grandson with hatred, don’t put the wine glass in a shallow position.

On the banks of the hanging poplars, there are red pavilions and green pavilions. Nowadays, I am too lazy to travel.

The mountains and water are still in good condition, but the clouds are scattered.

I don’t see you. The place of singing and dancing, green weeds everywhere, becomes an autumn garden. The sun sets late again.

The catkins are falling and the flowers are flying, spring is about to leave, and the water and the sky are far away.

Jintangchun West Lake Liuying

The water is full of fresh green in Tingzhou, and the clouds are blooming and the peaks are slightly green.

After the remaining red disappears and becomes cloudy, there is no sound.

Smiling and proud Po Gong once dreamed, and romantic Du Mu lived three lives.

West Lake is still popular among people, but it is difficult to come and go.

Poems describing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake

It is beautiful when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. (Su Shi)

The solitary cattails are boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blossoms at night are fragrant in the wind

Su Shi's "Five Wonders of the West Lake at Night"

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are at the soles of my feet.

A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and some new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The flowers are becoming more and more charming, and the grass in Asakusa is free of horse hooves.

My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.

Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are unique.

Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"

Spring Inscription on the Lake

(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

The arrival of spring on the lake is like drawing a picture, Chaos peaks are spread around the level.

The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.

The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the green nepotism is showing the new crop.

If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of it is this lake.

The poem "Sugong Embankment" by Wang Ying of the Ming Dynasty "The willows hide in the thick smoke and the orioles are singing, and the fragrance is dispersed by the wind and the flowers chase the horse's hooves". The poem focuses on describing the intoxicating scenery of Su Causeway. "The scenery of the West Lake has six bridges, one willow and one peach." Every March in Yangchun, the willow silk will flutter lightly, the green waves will rise in the sky, the green peaches will bloom, the ground will be filled with red clouds, and the ten-mile long embankment will be filled with green smoke and colorful mist, and the fragrance will be fragrant. , intoxicating. Zhang Ning's poem "Spring Dawn on the Su Causeway" of the Ming Dynasty said: "The long embankment is full of willows, and the road is not lost in the bright flowers. The boat painter has not yet risen, lying on his side listening to the song of the oriole.

"Wu Weixin of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote a poem in his poem "Qingming Festival at Su Di": "When the evening music is gone, thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles. "Lu You also has a poem about "the Su Di is full of flowers and willows are full of smoke". It can be seen that writing about Su Di is inseparable from the smoke of willows, red peaches, and singing orioles.

Most of the poems describing Hangzhou revolve around the West Lake:

For example

Two poems on the lake after the clear rain (Part 1)

Su Shi

The clear water is good only when the water is shining, The color of the mountains is also strange in the sky and rain.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always suitable to use light makeup and heavy makeup.

Describe the flat lake and the autumn moon of the West Lake: the vast lake is as flat as a mirror, and the moon is in four seasons. Autumn is the best time to visit

Magnolia blooms slowly (Farewell to the Two Poet Monks on the West Lake)

The tender cold urges guests to drink wine and return with poems. How many hopes. The bridge of Sansheng River is full of sorrow, and the green clouds are not like the drunken dream, and the imperial city is shining brightly.

Mi Mi. Looking back, only you know. When I think of the egrets on the Wujiang River, I still feel the resentment of the cranes on the lonely mountain. When I wake up from the dream, I will remember you at the bottom of the window. I also asked for an appointment to send plum blossom branches to Yu Xian.

Ten Odes of the West Lake (Exploring the Spring Dawn on Su Di)

The crows crow in the Shangyuan, the egrets rise in Zhongzhou, and the clouds pass through the sparse bells. . The seals are cold and the incense is shining in the bonfire, the lamp is covered with dust, and the lingering dream is still singing the grass.

Put your head and look at the rolling curtain, where you can see the six bridges of smoke and willows. Take advantage of it. There are few people in the lake. The wind and flowers are lingering on the water. I still secretly recall the spring singing and drinking in the flag pavilion, and the only way to go out in Fengcheng is to go out. >Heart, even if you get up early, you don't mind the cold wind. Who can sweep away the old red in the east wind?

The west wind blows coldly through the mink fur, and the sails carry the sunset over Yuepu.

My heart follows the bright moon to Hangzhou, and I hear the dream of hometown in the clear wind, and hear the songs in confusion under the lamp. Don't worry.

When I think of the new place in Hangzhou, I should talk to you about it.

I leave Jingci Temple to see Yang Wanli off in the morning.

After all, it's June in West Lake. The scenery is different from the four seasons.

The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun.

Stay in Sun Ti, Zhejiang Province.

Bianzhou. Entering the river pond at night, the dew is white and the wind is high and the air is desolate.

The tide has not yet returned in Fuchunzhu, and the sky is setting at the edge of the mountain.

The smoke and water are vast and bitter, and I can hear the river. Shangyue people chanted.

When did you see Luoyang City Tower? Urgent, try to take advantage of the high autumn to be a matchmaker.

I heard that I was leaving alone in Guanshan, and I saw the wind and rain coming at the end.

I also know that it is cold and I have to say goodbye, but I don't want to be warm in Pingting. Don't go back.

Try to cross the Fuchun River. There is still a pond in my hometown.

Send Judge Li to Dongjiang Wangwei.

Wen Dao Huanghua. The seal is inscribed with Zuoyu, and the crown becomes a tattoo. I know the official who distinguishes the jade from afar, and I am so kind to the person who weeps the pearl.

Ten poems about trees and rocks in Si Pingquan·Er Yuan Li Deyu

The ripples of the fishing sea water are mixed with the Fuchun Mountain.

Apes chirp at night on the pines, and the clear sound echoes in the valley.

When I rushed to the net, I suddenly saw the restraint, so the mountain was gone.

There is no way to drink from the green pool, and strive to catch the green radish branches.

Remembering the Six Poems of Mountain Dwelling · Diao Shi Li Deyu

The bright light hides the rich spring, and the mountains and streams are blue.

What you are catching is not the fish, just swing your fiber to suit yourself.

I admire the gentleman and want to sit on the stone.

With this, I will return to Yichuan and relax and comfort myself.

Send Mr. Wang back to Hangzhou by Han Hong

On the way back to the boat, I turned around Qingping, and I wanted to follow the tide to Fuchun.

Lu Ji in Wu County is called a landlord, and Su Xiao in Qiantang is a fellow villager.

A handful of kudzu flowers can eliminate alcohol, and a bunch of gardenia seeds are good for giving away.

Sooner or later, I will pass Yupu Su again, and I will find new ones in the box of beautiful poems from afar.

Fuchun Wu Rong

There are both water and mountains in the world, and the mountains and rivers of Fuchun are unique to human beings.

Changchuan River is not green in spring, but the reflections of thousands of peaks fall into it.

Fuchun Wu Rong

The water flows to the mountains to welcome Fuchun, and the river is picturesque and clear in the evening.

The clouds are low and the sails are heavy when crossing the distance, and the tide is cold and the sand birds are descending frequently.

It may not be that there are no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.

The everlasting light and gentle breeze are here, and I dare not stop to pay more attention.

Send Judge Lu back to Hangzhou, Jiaoran

On Qianzhou Road, ride on the grass and drive again.

The remaining flowers are under the old forest, and the waning moon is by the old pond.

The peak of the Yunduan Temple, the sound of the tide, the sea and the sky.

In Fuchunzhu in the Ming Dynasty, we should see Xie Gongchuan.

At the send-off party, the people returned to Fuyang, bright and clear

The long and vague nature belongs to the cold wave, so what is the meaning of returning to the temple?

Reminiscent of Guzhou in February and March, Spring Mountain prefers Fuchunduo.

Farewell to Sun Yuan and Lang Shiyuan

A leisurely visit to Fuchun, recalling the return with the twilight tide.

The people who promote you are envious of many people, just like the king who is alone and rare.

The turbulent river crossing is shallow, and the sea and mountains are faint in the distance.

If you visit Xin'an Road, there is Diaoji in Yanling.

Send Xi Jia back to Wu Lang Shiyuan

Fuchunzhu in the southeast was once visited by Xie Gongyou.

Xi Sheng is leaving today, it’s autumn in Xin’anjiang.

The clear water welcomes passers-by, and the frosty leaves fall on the boat.

I remember from afar under the red pavilion, I heard the apes responding to the sorrow at night.

Early departure from Hangzhou, Panfuchun River sent land to the Thirty-one Duke, Quan Deyu

At dawn, the Chunjiang River is full of good winds. White waves connect to the blue clouds, rippling in the morning light.

Looking around is boundless, and I feel worried about this. I am still on the road, but I am afraid I will become a miserable man.

Looking down to see the bait scales, looking up at the sky. The dust is getting thicker every day, but when will my heart be empty?

In this world, everything is caged. Just respond to the contents of the cup, and wake up from drunkenness.

The old friend hangs in the garden, and the trees are lush and green. When this mountain finally goes away, it will be covered with orchids and cinnamon bushes.

A trip to Luoyin on the Fuchun River in autumn

The far bank is as flat as a shear, and the Chengjiang River is as quiet as a pavement.

The immortals with purple scales control them, and the golden Li Heng slaves.

The Lengdian mountains are vast and clear, and all phenomena are unique.

Yan Ling also has a good opinion, and it is a good idea to go back to bed.

Pan Fuchun River and Lu You

Double oars rock the river and stack drums to urge Bo Fu back to his homeland.

Looking at Yupu from the end of Qiu Mountain, you will leave Diaoyutai when the sun rises at dawn.

The official road has passed away in sorrow, but the guest clothes still regret the wind.

When I returned home to the Chicken and Dolphin Club, my neighbor was left laughing.

Reading History Lu You

The world is full of dangers, and you only know what your dreams are when you sleep.

Don’t blame the travelers on the Fuchun River for never getting tired of fishing.

Fame Lu You

The young man’s vain pursuit of fame may make him look foolish to his old eyes.

Although the golden armor is like a court captain, the sheep fur will eventually be ashamed of Fuchunsheng.

Lian Juan is surrounded by mountains as the moon sets, and the lonely cold wave dips into the shore.

It is necessary to know how to release Weng Xinyi, there are many places where polygonum flowers are used to catch boats.

Reminiscent of Lu You

The autumn wind blows the clothes in the cold wind, and the illness is covered by the day.

Peerless people originally wanted to be independent, and they no longer care about flying in groups.

Think carefully about the use of the eternal name, who will return to the Nine Plains of Taixi?

It is unreasonable to be buried close to each other. There is Moss Island beside Fuchun Beach.

Qilu·He Liu Yazi and Mr. Mao Zedong

Drinking tea in the Guangdong Sea can never be forgotten, and the leaves in Yuzhou are yellow.

Returning to the old country in the thirty-first year, reading the beautiful chapter when the flowers are falling.

Complaining too much will prevent heartbreak. People should take a broad view of the long-term scenery.

Mo Dao Kunming Pond is shallow and better for watching fish than Fuchun River.

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The Bai Juyi Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the spring of Hangzhou, and the embankment protecting the river is covered with clear sand. The sound of waves fills the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house. The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while enjoying the pear blossoms. Who opens Husi Southwest Road? The grass green skirt has a slanted waist.

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