There is a poem about Hangzhou 1. Poems about Hangzhou.

Poems about Hangzhou are:

1, On Hangzhou Gushan Temple by Zhang Hu in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The balcony rises above the blue cen and extends to the middle of the lake. There is no rain, the mountains are long and moist, and there is no cloud and no water.

The broken bridge is barren, and the empty courtyard is deep. I still remember the moon at the west window and the bells ringing in the forest of steles.

Translation:

The balcony stands high on the steep hill and a path leads to the center of the lake. The mountains are often wet without rain, and the water is dark blue and cloudless.

The broken bridge is mottled with moss and the quiet courtyard is full of flowers. Still thinking about the scene of looking at the moon from the west window, melodious bells came from the forest in the north of Huangyushan.

2. Bai Juyi returned to Hangzhou in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

I haven't drunk much since I left Qiantang Mountain River, and I'm too lazy to recite poems.

I want to report this intention to West Lake.

Translation:

Since I bid farewell to Qiantang water, I seldom drink and recite poems.

I want the romantic moon in the West Lake to know this feeling when the boat returns.

3. Spring on the Lake by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and chaotic peaks are scattered 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 of it was this lake.

Translation:

When spring comes, the lake looks like a painting. Surrounded by peaks, the water surface is flat. The pine trees on the mountain are lined with layers of emeralds, and the moon points out a pearl to the heart of the wave.

The green carpet is piled with long-drawn early rice, and the blue ribbon of the skirt is a tightly stretched new pu. I can't leave Hangzhou for other places, partly because I miss the West Lake.

4. The Spring of Hangzhou by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning is bright and the river bank is white. That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.

Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears. Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.

Translation:

Wanghailou is bathed in the bright morning glow, and on sunny days, white sand flashes on the berm. In the middle of the night, the sound of waves reached the soldiers' temple, and the dark flowers were hidden in the Su family.

Skillful hand-woven persimmon silk cloth, bought wine, and took advantage of the early spring pear blossoms. Who built the southwest road leading to the Lake Temple? The grassy area looks like a beautiful woman's skirt.

5. Lin Sheng's title of Lin 'an Prefecture in Song Dynasty.

Original text:

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

Translation:

There are endless castles in the green hills. When will the songs and dances on the West Lake stop?

The warm and fragrant wind made the nobles drunk, which simply made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.

6. Bai Juyi's Three Records of Jiangnan in Tang Dynasty (Part Two).

Original text:

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

Translation:

The memory of Jiangnan can best evoke the memory of Hangzhou: you visited Tianzhu Temple in Mid-Autumn Festival to find laurel trees, boarded the county pavilion, rested on it and enjoyed the tide of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again?

2. Ask for poems about Hangzhou

1. Recalling the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.

Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.

2. The pottery of Juanjiangyue Zhejiang Pavilion should be hung with Song, Wu, Ju and Yuhong, and the green hills are faint as touch. Suddenly, I felt the wind blowing on the sea, as if spring had come.

The white horse flies in the air, Qiong Yao drives the water and flies into the sky day and night. Flying dragons dance with phoenix, and green onions surround the five mountains.

The world should not have this scene, and the southeast is invincible. The grand view is really amazing. Just like Wu's Flying Color, vultures fall in the autumn snow.

The yellow house is in the sky and the water curtain is surrounded by clouds. Listen, go to the stream.

The night is quiet, and the bright moon flies in Haimen. 3. And Xichuan Li Shangshu Hanzhou Yue Wei Tour Room Taiwei West Lake Liu Tang Yuxi Luohanchuan Night, West Lake hangs a jade hook.

The flag was surrounded by water and the ship was submerged. I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a * * *.

Seven laws have been in existence for a long time, and the rhyme is sad for autumn. 4. The parrot song recalls the West Lake Yuanfeng Zizhen Wu Nong lived in the West Lake since childhood.

Fu listens to Acura's father. Su Causeway is still alive, and Quyuan is full of wind and rain.

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of 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.

Located in the west of Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, West Lake is the first batch of national key scenic spots in Chinese mainland and one of the top ten scenic spots in China. It is one of the main ornamental freshwater lakes in Chinese mainland, one of the few lakes in the World Heritage List, and the only lake cultural heritage in China.

3. Seek poems about Hangzhou

Bai Juyi's Miscellaneous Songs recalls Jiang Nanyi in the south of the Yangtze River, and Hangzhou is the most unforgettable one.

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. To teach messengers to sell spring wine, we 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.

4. Who has a relationship with the poems about Hangzhou?

Wangchun Baijuyi Wanghai Building in Hangzhou shines in the morning, and the berm is covered with white sand.

That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun. Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.

Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist. Bai Juyi, who returned to Hangzhou, has not been drinking much since he left the Qiantang landscape, and he is too lazy to recite poems.

I want to report this intention to West Lake. The guest asked Bai Juyi of Hangzhou to stop the wine lamp for me and ask you to talk about Hangzhou.

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? Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou for a long time. Li Baiyuan is in Tianzhu, Xijiang River, and deep in Haimen in the east. Cherish love and serve the country with sorrow.

Good wind blows the setting sun, and running water sings Long song. Those who wear fur in May should know not to bring gold.

Send Zhang Xiaobao's proofreading back to Hangzhou. Juyuan Yang, the White Snake, visited Lingyin Temple, leaving the East Building alone to see Haimen. The tidal milky way is covered with blue sky, and the golden pillars in the sun are red pots.

It's better to talk about your infinite poetry in your official position. If you visit Xu Ruzi, a county resident, you should go to Shacun by bike.

The first two songs in Hangzhou, Xu Ning, don't know how to finish the sand embankment, but they still dominate the stone stack. Send a message to snow, don't go to Qingshan.

Knock Qiantang Guo upside down and drive white waves. Wu Xiu also lost five thousand.

Hangzhou Guanchao Building has a pavilion number, and pottery comes from ancient and modern times. The potential is wider than the sea and the color is deeper than the white clouds.

Angry snow drives away the cold, and crazy thunder scatters the sound. The waves are higher and the wind is stronger, and the waves are harder to sink.

Birds are afraid to go as far as dragons are afraid to sing. Yu is like a jade cave, and danger is like a trip to Qiong Cen.

But the spirit of a thousand people, you know the hearts of five people. The shore destroys the ancient road, and the continent rises to the jungle.

When the mountain is wet and the river is half cloudy. Nature is the same as Yu chisel, so who sent this reason?

Passing Guo, Gufeixiong County, Hangzhou, people are near Baiyun. Looking out of the window at night, smelling at night across the city.

At the beginning of Puzhuan Mountain, the rainbow and oblique rain did not divide. Who knows what I mean? I am chasing sheep.

Zhang Hu Tower of Hangzhou Gushan Temple shrugged off the pen and went all the way into the middle of the lake. There is no rain, the mountains are long and moist, and there is no cloud and no water.

The broken bridge is barren, and the empty courtyard is deep. I still remember the moon at the west window and the bells ringing in the forest of steles.

Watching Hangzhou Zhezhi's Hu Zhang dance stop singing and drumming, Chondrofairy moth got up temporarily. The red shirt wraps around the wrist and the blue shirt has a square waist and back.

I patted the golden pendulum, but the footsteps were overwhelming. Looking at the wrinkles all over my head, the powder screen fragrant handkerchief is heavy again.

Tianzhu Temple is the best in the southwest mountain of Zhang Hu, and the world is a paradise. The road passes through the rock bamboo and flows into the temple spring.

Nie Yundan Well, Wangyue Stone Bridge. The river is far away, and the building is connected with the sea.

It snows in Xunchunling, and the bell scatters dusk smoke. Where to hate, but also depends on the peak load.

The peak of Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou opened a palm, and the threshold of Zhu extended several times. The boundary between Buddha and land leads to the spring.

The fifth watch went downstairs the next month, and Guo Zhongyan was ten miles away. There are towers and pavilions in the back, and front hills and cross pavilions.

The river sand is quiet, and the moss on the stone is fresh. Call it an ape for a long time, and the west rock is deep.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night in Hangzhou, playing with the moon, Zhang Hu was born in the sea during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ghosts worry about fate, but people love fate.

It seems that Huaxing is far away and thin and dizzy. Liu Jiang's endless shadows, the wheels dragging the valley silently.

Such as the mirror when the building is bright, such as the pearl out of Pu Ying. The shore sand is all white, and the hills are half clear.

Look at the small sills in a circle, and the long embankment is forming. When guests don't return, smoke and water come to love at night.

Zhang Hu, the peony of Kaiyuan Temple in Hangzhou, opened a small medicine at first, and everyone left Chang 'an disappointed. Romance is Qiantang Temple. You can see peony without stepping on the world of mortals.

Hangzhou Jiangting left a topic to see Xiang Si everywhere, and it was like a night in the morning. Fishermen idle drums, sand birds play to meet the tide

In the dense forest of Jinting, the city is far from dock temple. Whoever reports a hermit will have to dig firewood here.

Climb over the Momo River in Zhenggu, Hangzhou, and climb into the bright room. When the tide comes, there is no other pool, and when the wood falls, it sees other mountains.

Sand birds fly away in clear weather, while fishermen sing at night. I can't get it when I am poor, and my heart is still sailing.

Where to find Tai Yi in Maxiang in Qinwangshan, Hangzhou, and how to leave incense will change people's hearts. In nine days, the sun and the moon moved to dusk, and the mountains and rivers in Wan Li changed from ancient times to modern times.

Wind, water, light and water devour the distant mountains, while rain adds haze and gas to the forest. Qin Huang made a plan to drive away the mountains, and the vast sea became deeper.

Visiting Guo Sheng Temple in Hangzhou, Wang Anshi climbed the mountain to see the scenery and was in the water. Looking down from the balcony, there are many trees in the sky.

Clouds meet the sea and air, and the sunset moves the lake. I played the flute, and the sound went into Fuyang.

Su Shi, an old friend of Hangzhou, believed it. Last night, it was clear in Wan Li and he dreamed of the West Lake. If you smell good words in the morning, every household will deduct them.

Light round and white sun-dried litchi, crispy red snail sauce. I even went to Xi 'an to make tea and suggested that I wash the river.

My old friend was very affectionate and said that I was going to the west. Two servants a year, thousands of miles to ask how you are.

Book friends are not afraid of poetry accounts. I will go back to my dream and go to the river overnight.

To stop Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou, Lu Xun and Qian Wang are still on vacation, and Wu Xiang can't find it. Harmony is different, resentment leads to depression, and mountain fragrance spreads all over Gao Cen.

There is no one in front of General Yue's grave, and there is no one in Meihelin. It seems that the whole family is traveling, and the wind and rain are full of songs.

-I recalled my dream of meeting Xizi Lake in Zhang Huangyan, West Lake, and I didn't know it was vague until I woke up. The Wu Tomb of Gaoling is connected with Suzhong, adding a new temple.

In the evening, the West Lake returned to Gushan Temple and presented Bai Juyi's Lotus Temple in Liuhusong Road to the guests, and returned to the radial Dojo in the evening. The dew orange is low and the rain is heavy, and the palm leaves are cold.

The water vapor on the lake, the turbulence of microwave and the color of water are seen at the bottom of the Pearl Hall, staggered and reflected in the sunset. Back to the other side, please look back. Gushan Temple seems like Penglai Palace in the mountains, located in the center of the water.

Bai Juyi's trip to the West Lake was miserable, and his ancestors left a throat. Tristan doesn't have to keep five horses, and Huang En can only stay for three years.

Song mats are laid under the shade of green vines, and prostitutes boats are parked in red lotus flowers. Looking back everywhere, you can love, but it is not the lake that is difficult.

Farewell to the West Lake, Farewell, Farewell to Pu, Farewell, Farewell, Watching the fallen leaves return to their roots and the birds on the waves lonely. Wind pipe music is easy to scatter flowers, but loom feathers are difficult to float.

Snow deceives spring and destroys fragrant calyx early, while falcon stirs autumn and blows green. Colorful hair has no place to live, and sighing at the bridge is a kind of sadness.

Sending Tang Zhongcheng to visit the West Lake in the summer shows that Zhu Qingyu, a county native, sees peace and blue clouds, and the middle stream is suddenly far away. You can come to a desert island to write poems when you are free, and wicker is unobstructed.

Red fork in the road, the mountains are green and the water is wet, sailing and drifting. * * * knowing that penetration is the same as Razer, why worry about Sichuan Yuan's withered seedlings?

Next topic, Wu Rong of West Lake sent Xia Yingqiu to get drunk, and she was urged by cicada. I returned to Weishui and dreamed that Qin Yun was back.

If the rain clears, if it is a fishing boat, who will return to the stage in the next month? In the west wind, thousands of waves are rushing and redder. Have a drink.

In spring, there are isolated islands around the West Lake, and the idle doors cover the spring grass. There has never been an elder, and it is useless to ask about aging.

I moved to the West Lake and wrote two songs: "Miracle's Yunyang is about to burn out" and "A small window misses the old peak". At this time, white sweat is flowing, and the breeze moves the pine.

Cangeng just slept in the cool moon, and the distant temple heard Xiaozhong. Just wait for the autumn sound to wash your heart and your clothes to be healthy.

The shadows of the official garden are gloomy during the day and cool at hand. Don't teach peaches and plums

5. Are there any poems describing Hangzhou?

Two poems about drinking rain on the lake after the Qing Dynasty (1): Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake with those who study Chinese characters. Pinghu, which describes the West Lake, is as flat as a mirror in autumn. In April, Yulan had better be slow (unlike the two poets of the West Lake) to urge guests to carry wine. There are several degrees of oblique photos in the imperial city. It's full of smoke and water. In retrospect, only you can know. I miss the Wujiang heron, but I have something to do. When I wake up at the peak of Yun Qi, it's time to sing a fine song and remember you at the bottom of the window. Find a date in the future, and send the rest to Mei Zhi first. Ten Poems on the West Lake (Tanchun and Su Causeway Chunxiao) sing in the garden, and the herons in Zhongzhou rise, and the clock is sparse and cloudy. Take advantage of the Lakers' lack. Sweep water, wind and flowers are in the air. Recalling the Chinese New Year, the flag pavilion sings wine. The sound of spring is faint, the car is Baole, and the second city is open. Only by getting up early will you not feel too cold. The east wind stands idle, who sweeps the old red? [Fujian's Hangzhou] is selected from: All Tang Poetry Author: Mourong West Wind blows cold and wears mink. Don't worry about listening to music under the lamp. When you think of the prosperity of Hangzhou, you should put aside your troubles before respecting it. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four o'clock in June when you saw Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli in Jingci Temple. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers are red in the morning.

6. Su Dongpo's poems about Hangzhou

Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi drinking Ming Che, the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. [Note] 1. Shiny appearance. 2. Empty and hazy. 3. Strange: Great. This is the second song. The first sentence "Bright water" describes the water in the West Lake on a sunny day: in the bright sunshine, the water in the West Lake is rippling and sparkling, which is very beautiful. The second sentence "The mountains are strange when it rains" describes the mountains on rainy days: under the cover of the rain curtain, the mountains around the West Lake are charming, as if nothing had happened, very wonderful. Later, it began to rain. In the eyes of poets who are good at appreciating natural beauty, the sunny posture and rainy state of the West Lake are wonderful. "The sunny side is good" and "the rain is strange" is the poet's praise for the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup." The poet wrote the charm of the West Lake with wonderful and appropriate metaphors. The reason why poets compare the West Lake is not only because they are the same. They also have graceful female beauty, and more importantly, they all have natural and beautiful postures, and they can show their beautiful charm at any time without the help of foreign objects or artificial modification. Whether it is sunny or rainy, the West Lake is wonderful and charming. This metaphor has been recognized by later generations. Since then, "Xizi Lake" has become another name of West Lake. This poem is very general. It is not a description of a scene or a scene of the West Lake, but a comprehensive evaluation of its beautiful scenery. The spread of this poem adds luster to the scenery of the West Lake.