The water is bright and the eyes are bright, and the mountains are rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
On June 27, Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, sent Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
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.
The quatrains in early summer of Lu You, a poet in Song Dynasty.
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
The West Lake Miscellaneous Poems by the Qing Dynasty poet and family member of the Tibetan Emperor.
Cherish tourists' paintings, embroider the wrong platform, and spread it in the shade.
The song dynasty bought thousands of land and won Qiantang ten hectares of lake.
Lin Sheng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was named Lin 'an House.
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.
Xia Meng by Jia Mao, a proofreader in Tang Dynasty.
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Colin, a poet of the Song Dynasty's West Lake Fu.
There are many scenic spots in the west lake, and flying to the top is fun.
2. Five ancient poems about Hangzhou season "Qiantang Spring Tour" [Tang] Baijuyi Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
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. This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in spring, and the white sand land is now Bai Causeway.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
This is a description of the lotus scenery in the West Lake in summer. Jingci Temple is Jingsi Temple, which is now under the Leifeng Pagoda. "West Lake" [Song] Ouyang Xiu's fragrant paintings made him forget Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in autumn.
"Plum Blossom" [Song] Lin Bu's flowers, shaking off their unique charm, occupy a small garden: the shadows are shallow, and the faint fragrance is floating in the 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. This is a description of plum blossom scenery on the Gushan (existing Gushan Park) near the West Lake, which should be winter or early spring.
(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Hanggu Mountain) Visiting Huisi, two monks [Song], Su Shi wanted snow in the sky and went to the lake, but the tower cleared 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. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
3. Poems describing the four spring seasons in Hangzhou: A spring outing in Qiantang Lake Bai Juyi (Tang) Gushan Temple in the northwest of Jiating, with a flat surface and low feet.
Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I like the lake without eastbound, with green poplars and white beaches in the shade. Xia: After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Autumn: Yingzhou hosted a banquet in the West Lake Pavilion (Tang Dynasty). I don't know how to return the West Lake banquet of Xu Hun. I have a song and a glass of wine.
The city takes the sunset to smell the drums, and the temple looks at the balcony against the autumn water. Lantianke is still noisy, and Guiyan is a rare bird.
If you want to sign a car to cross Gongluo, the frost chrysanthemum will go around the pool. Winter: "Boating on the West Lake after Winter" (Tang) Li Ying, after the sun was born, the yin was exhausted and the ice on the upper layer of the lake broke.
When the mica fan shakes, the temple color, the coral tree is full of branches. There should be a feeling when the oblique scenery moves fish, but it is not known when it is born in extreme waves.
The ruins remain in the shallow shadow of the mountain, rippling in the cold sunshine. The cliff collapsed and the reed beach was scattered vertically and horizontally, and the blue boat fragments followed.
Once I saw the Yellow River, Dapeng flew up and blew on the destroyer Xuefeng.
4. Five ancient poems of four seasons in Hangzhou, spring tour of 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.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in spring, and the white sand land is now Bai Causeway.
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.
This is a description of the lotus scenery in the West Lake in summer. Jingci Temple is Jingsi Temple, which is now under the Leifeng Pagoda.
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.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in autumn.
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.
This is a description of plum blossom scenery on the Gushan (existing Gushan Park) near the West Lake, which should be winter or early spring. (Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou)
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.
Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
5. Bai Juyi, describing the ancient poem "Qiantang Spring Tour" in Hangzhou
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.
Linlinsheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm wind makes tourists drunk and makes Hangzhou a continent!
Ouyang Xiu's West Lake
The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months will be exchanged for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. "
Sauvignon Blanc (Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng
The wind is smoked and the willows are light, the mountains and rivers are flat and cloudy, and the laughter is full of fragrant paths;
Thinking about the past and looking at the starry sky, people lean on the broken bridge and travel west, and the moon shadow is drunk and tender.
Su Shi's Pan-West Lake Night Scene
The water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night.
Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake.
6. About the ancient poems of Hangzhou, Bai Juyi's Miscellaneous Songs recalled Jiang Nanyi in the south of the Yangtze River and remembered Hangzhou best.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?
Bai Juyi plays Mo Yan, a scholar of Lu, and does not bully the secretariat of Hangzhou. Drunk guests, please open your eyes. There is a red flag under the green wind.
Bai Juyi's tide only flows 60 times a week in January after the early tide. Not only is time changing, but Hangzhou is getting old and being urged by the tide.
Bai Juyi and Tongzhou assistant minister Yang Youzhi sent a poem to Feng Yi, recalling the time when Yuhang was the prefect. You usually lose me, but Zhezhi was ten years late to see the school.
Bai Juyi remembers three Jiangnan Ci poems (this song is also called Xie Qiuniang, with five sentences each) Jiang Nanyi, and Hangzhou is his favorite. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will you revisit? Bai Juyi gave Lu Mingfu a land machine in Hangxian and a white house in Xubaiting. Today will be like snow, and a cup of advice will be sent to the last spring.
Yao thanked Wei Deyu, the captain of Hangzhou, for his permission to worship the Hangzhou altar, but it was difficult to thank Jing. Stealing a white-headed painting halberd makes the four gods shudder.
Ninety-eight wandering poems of the little fairy in the thatched cottage: Eight scenic winds returning to five phoenix cars, and seeing peach blossoms in Kunlun Mountain. If you teach messengers to sell spring wine, you must find other people in Hangzhou's grandmother's house.
Ninety-eight fairy poems in the thatched cottage have been written in the cave sand stream for twenty years, facing the sky day and night in Minghang. Alum smoke is as cold as mercury, so I don't think Xiaolong sleeps under the bed.
Jong Li sent Taoist Jade to gather and disperse through Mishima, and the stars were clearly in a pot. Laughed and said that the rest of Hangzhou went to sell wine, and Cai's family would be important to Ma Gu.
When Bai Juyi's Shutong Pavilion dismounted in front of a heavy topic, Liang wrote this poem. Tragedy makes a king, and old pine trees are sparse.
I went back to my hometown and went to Hangzhou. Feng, Du Fu's fifth brother, has been alone in Jiangzuo for nearly three or four years. He asked me to send these two songs. I heard that you are in Yishan Temple and Hangzhou is going to Yuezhou.
Dust flooded another day, Jianghan lost its clear autumn. Shadows cover ape trees, and souls float on a mirage.
Spring water will come next year, and the oriental white clouds will be full. Bai Juyi met at the age of fifteen, and he was happy on the fifteenth day of the first month.
Spring breeze comes to the seaside and the moon is in the upper reaches of the river. Lights are everywhere, and music is everywhere.
It's okay to think of Dili, not tired of Hangzhou. There are 23 poems by Bai Juyi and Wei, and three poems by me. I am 57 years old, and I am honored.
There are three branches, Suzhou and Hangzhou. Talent is shallow, but heart is weak and hard.
May drift with the tide and die of dust. Where are Bai Juyi and Chunshen's 20 Chunshen? Chunshen is the home of prostitutes.
Eyebrows deceive willow leaves, skirts envy pomegranate flowers. Blue musk deer smoked quilt, gold and copper nails rode by car.
Su Xiaoxiao and Hangzhou are the most human. Luo Yin's three poems about Mr. Xuan Tong's thatched cottage often arouse memories and discussions, but vivid events still exist.
The wine is all over Hangzhou, and the clouds are pale and arrogant. There is no way to go back and forth, just go home.
Since then, I haven't said anything, and I should close the door. Bai Juyi met the scenery before the end of the year. The sea plum is half white and half yellow, and the frozen water has been melted for a long time.
There is no bitter frost in the twelfth month, and the spring scenery is good. In the county seat, I listen to the official drums at night, and in the city, I lean against the female wall.
Business is becoming more and more leisurely and healthy, so that you are not tired of Hangzhou. Bai Juyi's remaining Hangzhou shape is better than the remaining Hangzhou shape, and the state is next to Zhenhu Lake in Qingshan County.
Three miles around the lotus, there are 1000 pine trees in Fucheng. Meng Erting was called Xie in ancient times and taught prostitutes to build a new surname Su.
It is too old to be alone, and the scenery is not called white mustache. Bai Juyi is satisfied with Hangzhou and Vietnam's neighbors except the observer in eastern Zhejiang. First of all, he gave a long sentence, Jishan water mirror changed oil, and rhinoceros was awarded the gold medal.
Although the official position is smaller than your school, your government and I are neighbors. The county building plays a thousand peaks and moons, and the river boundary divides the spring on both sides equally.
Hangzhou-Vietnamese master of landscape poetry and wine, who is more suitable for you? Bai Juyi replied with a little boast that the state government of Yue congratulated the people on their return to the newspaper, and the state government was like Xianju.
I've been watching Fengyi for a long time, but I'm glad to see the beginning of Lanting Tobacco Field. The sunrise flag is angry, and the pavilion is empty in the middle of the month.
Knowing that you are secretly counting Jiangnan counties, Hangzhou is not as good as Hangzhou. Bai Juyi answered my humble opinion (when the county building greeted the snow). For the poor scenery and things in Zhejiang, count the rest of the trip first.
Jade Temple is not as envious as Tianzhu Temple. The dusty cranes are warm in spring, while the wet wings of Sha Ou are low.
Do you love Xue Loujun more? The red column is filled with silver mud. Bai Juyi's "Spring Scene on the Lake" is like painting a picture, with chaotic peaks around the checkpoint.
There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon. Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu.
I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half the sentences were left in this lake. Bai Juyi won the favor of Cui Eighteen Ambassadors in Huzhou, and the neighboring counties of Hangzhou and Vietnam became attached to the three counties because of their growing sentences, and Zhenyuan was the first in the same year.
So, after I opened the book with joy, I thought of the old things in front of me. The state of Yue sealed the border and swallowed the blue sea, while the tower of Hangzhou melted into smoke.
Xing Wu, a modest gentleman, is the last fairy in Penglai. Bai Juyi's topic is that Shishan people are standing in the world, and noble people are virtuous and foolish.
Drink alone at a greasy feast, and the bells will sing alone at the mountain. It's okay to save the gods and ban the three corpses.
Who cares more about your leisure than the satrap of Bai Hang? Bai Juyi went to Suzhou to Changzhou, and Hang Cheng, who answered Jia Sheren the next year, turned to Su Tai, and also restrained the previous five horses.
I hate to close my eyes before reading, but I like to open my eyebrows for a while after drinking a glass of wine. If you don't pay, you won't come if you want to make meritorious deeds and become famous.
First, don't inherit the county with three collars, and be willing to be a rough talent with humanity. Bai Juyi asked Hangzhou to stop drinking for me and made an appointment with you.
The mountain name Tianzhu heaps indigo, and the lake name Qiantang flows green oil. There are many geese's teeth under the big eaves, and there are faucets painted on the boats.
Without 300 waterways, why do officials have to swim again? Bai Juyi's dark and gloomy shirt, called the old woman, came out of Zhumen half-covered and half-mopped.
Wu Jun's new poems are on the sleeve, while Hangzhou's old wine marks are on the front. The residual color is too beautiful to look at, so the fragrance is still there because it has been washed and smelled.
It has been rotten for three years. It seems ungrateful to throw away the empty box. Bai Juyi published three micro-poems at the end of the year. I can't sigh for a long time, but I don't care about returning the book.
More than half a century has passed, and Jiazi will die at the age of one. Xiao He stuck to the bottom of the boat by the pool, and the bottom of Luva ditch was completely snowed.
Self-conscious joy is decreasing day by day, and Suzhou's heart is not as good as Hangzhou's. Bai Juyi sent away his three brothers and teenagers, who had commanded two thousand soldiers and camped at night listening to songs.
The head of the reflexive mountain garden is all white, and the flag is still bright every time. Hangzhou drunk in bed, Wu Jun spring outing.
Ashamed of Allen's slow official position, he only taught his younger brother to be your younger brother. Bai Juyi praised Suzhou and Hangzhou as a famous county in the past and now they are good officials.
Two places and the whole country have been smashed, and five years of romance will cripple them. When the wine lamp has been abandoned, where is the flower?
The white hair is full, and the poetry and wine are fading. Ancient poems about the West Lake: Looking at the tide of the sea, winning the southeast in June and July, being a metropolis in March and March, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless.
City pillar, household surplus Luoqi, Hao Jing.
7. Hangzhou Four Seasons Poetry: Spring in Qiantang River Bai Juyi (Tang)
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 warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I like the lake without eastbound, with green poplars and white beaches in the shade.
Xia: I went to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli (Southern Song Dynasty).
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.
Autumn: Yingzhou is engaged in the West Lake Pavilion Banquet (Tang) in Xu Hun.
I don't know how to go back to the West Lake for a feast, but a song and a glass of wine.
The city takes the sunset to smell the drums, and the temple looks at the balcony against the autumn water.
Lantianke is still noisy, and Guiyan is a rare bird.
If you want to sign a car to cross Gongluo, the frost chrysanthemum will go around the pool.
Winter: boating in the West Lake after winter (Tang) Li Ying
After the sun was born, Yin Qi was exhausted and the ice on the upper layer of the lake was broken.
When the mica fan shakes, the temple color, the coral tree is full of branches.
There should be a feeling when the oblique scenery moves fish, but it is not known when it is born in extreme waves.
The ruins remain in the shallow shadow of the mountain, rippling in the cold sunshine.
The cliff collapsed and the reed beach was scattered vertically and horizontally, and the blue boat fragments followed.
Once I saw the Yellow River, Dapeng flew up and blew on the destroyer Xuefeng.
8. The ancient poems describing Hangzhou are one peak and one master, and the two complement each other. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go.
(Two peaks in the cloud)
The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon.
(Three pools print the moon)
High willows and yin gongs, sparse missing the waning moon. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow.
(Broken bridge and residual snow)
The night sky falls to the south screen and is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night.
(Nanping Night Clock)
Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep.
(Xiao Chun, Su Causeway)
There is a slight wrinkle on my cheek, which makes me smile. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine.
(Qu Yuan Feng He)
The deep willow is called oriole, and the clear sound enters the empty green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching.
(Liu Lang Wenying)
Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor.
(Leifeng Sunset)
Look at the bright moon in autumn, air conditioning into Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high.
(Autumn Moon in Pinghu)
I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound?
(Watching fish in Huagang)
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.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in spring, and the white sand land is now Bai Causeway.
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.
This is a description of the lotus scenery in the West Lake in summer. Jingci Temple is Jingsi Temple, which is now under the Leifeng Pagoda.
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.
This is a description of the scenery of the West Lake in autumn.
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.
This is a description of plum blossom scenery on the Gushan (existing Gushan Park) near the West Lake, which should be winter or early spring. (Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou)
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.