Hangzhou folk poems

1. Hangzhou Folk Poetry Qingming Poetry

day of mourning

(Tang) Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

cold drink and snack

(Tang) Han Yi

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

The door is that thing

(Tang)

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;

Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

Qingming Festival (Song) Wang Yuqiao

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.

(Song) Wu Weixin

Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.

At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.

Cold Food on the Tomb (Song) Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Doing things in the suburbs (Song) Cheng Hao

Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;

Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;

Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;

Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.

"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi

All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.

In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.

Mid-autumn festival poems:

Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Du Fu on the night of August 15th.

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si!

Nan Zhai Wan Yue Wang Changling

Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon. The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.

Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate. Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.

A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

Su Shi in Mid-Autumn Festival

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Mid-Autumn Festival and Full Moon

The sky in Wan Li is cloudless and wet, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.

Guan Shanyue Li Bai

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Thinking about Li Bai at night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Liuyueye

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Changshangyin

The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Shuang Li Yue Shang Yin

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

Meng Haoran was pregnant under the autumn night and the moon.

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

2. Hangzhou folk poem Qingming poem "Qingming" (Tang) Du Mu's Qingming Festival is rainy, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. "Cold Food on the Road" (Tang) Song immediately met cold food, and it was late spring on the road.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night. "Cold Food" (Tang) Han Yichun City is full of flowers, and the cold food records the east wind and willows.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. "The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Fuzhao loves boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

"Qingming" (Song) Wang Yuqiao lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and his interest was as bleak as a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

"Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" (Song) Wu Weixin pear blossoms are in Qingming, and wanderers are out of town looking for spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.

On the Tomb of Cold Food (Song) What is the father of Yang Wanli! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. "Things are in the suburbs" (Song) Cheng Yi grass green fields wantonly, spring into the surrounding mountains and rivers; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.

"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi's face was covered with blood and tears, and he was sad to go home after the chaos. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations. Mid-Autumn Poetry: Drinking the bright moon alone, Li Bai pours a pot of wine himself, and I drink it alone in the flowers. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.

Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Thinking that the foot of Li Bai's bed is so bright at night, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation. Under the autumn night and moon, Meng Haoran hangs in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

3. Three essays on local customs or five ancient poems related to the seasons in Hangzhou. Thanks for "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.

4. Three essays about Hangzhou customs or five ancient poems related to seasons. Thank you for "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" [Tang] Baijuyi Gushan Temple is 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.

5. What are the sentences describing Hangzhou 1? Hangzhou is the capital of Zhejiang Province and the political, economic, cultural, financial and transportation center of Zhejiang Province.

Founded in the Qin Dynasty, Hangzhou is one of the eight ancient capitals in China. It was the Xifu of wuyue in the Five Dynasties and existed in the Southern Song Dynasty. There are many places of interest in the city, such as West Lake and Xixi Wetland, as well as institutions of higher learning such as Zhejiang University and China Academy of Fine Arts.

After the Song Dynasty, there was a reputation of "heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". It is a national key scenic tourist city and the first batch of historical and cultural cities.

Hangzhou is an important transportation hub in the southeast of China, one of the sub-provincial cities, a sub-central city in the Yangtze River Delta, the largest economic circle in China, the permanent venue for the World Leisure Expo and China International Cartoon & Animation Festival. 2. The snow on the broken bridge and the rain on the West Lake let me into your beauty. The waves in Bai Causeway and the tides in Qiantang let me feel your magic. When I walked into you, I was a red carp in Huagang, a magical Hangzhou, feeling you. I am an warbler in the willow waves. Ah! Charming Hangzhou, you leave my heart here, a flower and a tree, that is my breath, ah! Charming Hangzhou, you left my dream here, and one mountain and one water is my memory.

A city with a long history will inevitably produce advanced culture. The beauty of a place will inevitably attract scholars from all over the world to live and send. Hangzhou is such a typical ancient city, where people with modern education are also emerging one after another. Following thousands of years of cultural heritage, generations have come to this day. Seeing this city full of China cultural classics and customs, what can I offer to praise you! The five counties (cities) under the jurisdiction of Hangzhou are also beautiful, with simple folk customs and a long history. There are many tributaries of Xin 'anjiang River in the southwest of the jurisdiction, with fast-flowing water, beautiful canyon beaches and beautiful morning mist and sunset glow.

Qiandao Lake formed after the construction of Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station, with large and small islands 1078, is like a goddess scattering flowers in the lake, beautiful and charming. Fuchun River, with steady water flow, beautiful mountains on the shore and lush sandbars on the river surface; The picturesque scenery of the two rivers and the picturesque scenery of the Thousand Islands are known as "the water from Xin 'an comes to heaven" and "the beauty of the world pushes Fuchun from ancient times".

In addition, the mighty spring tide of Qiantang River, the boundless forest of Tianmu Mountain, the splendid cultural relics of Liangzhu and the melodious ancient rhyme of Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal are all fascinating and unforgettable. Hangzhou has a long history and rich ancient cultural heritage. As early as four or five thousand years ago in the Neolithic Age, our ancestors created a splendid Liangzhu culture.

During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the economic development in Hangzhou brought about the prosperity of culture, especially the prosperity of poetry. Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, and Su Shi, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, both worked in Hangzhou and wrote a lot of famous articles about the landscape of the West Lake, which are well-known and have been passed down to this day.

Seal cutting, ceramic culture, printing culture, silk culture, tea culture, food culture, traditional Chinese medicine culture, religious culture, calligraphy and painting and their creators and achievements, which represent the achievements of China's traditional civilization, can be found and appreciated in a large number of museums, memorial halls, rural waterfront, famous temples, old streets and ancient towns and literary classics in Hangzhou. 7. When Bai Juyi was working in Hangzhou, he wrote: Wang Chun of Hangzhou. This poem projects the most distinctive scenery of Hangzhou in spring in an article, just like drawing a picture with five-color markers. Wang Chuntu, Hangzhou: Wanghai Tower is brightly lit, protecting the river bank and stepping on the 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 Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist. 8. When I come to Hangzhou many times, it always rains in Mao Mao for a few days. I didn't feel the inconvenience God gave me, but I felt very comfortable. Whenever I go out shopping or stroll by the West Lake, I never take a bus or bring rain gear to let the flying Mao Mao rain hit me all over. Visiting the West Lake in Hangzhou can be enjoyed in different periods, and each period has its own unique scenery.

In the morning, the West Lake is a paradise for the elderly, doing morning exercises leisurely. During the day, tourists at home and abroad enjoy the beauty of the West Lake in batches, and at night, it is a world of lovers. Su Causeway and Bai Causeway are lovers. The beauty of the West Lake lies not only in the lake, but also in the mountains.

Around the West Lake, there are Longjing Mountain, Li 'an Mountain, Nanfeng Mountain, Yanxialing Mountain, Daci Mountain, Shilin Mountain, Nanping Mountain, Phoenix Mountain and Wu Shan in the southwest, collectively referred to as Nanshan. There are Lingyin Mountain, Beifeng Mountain Mountain, Xiangu Mountain, Qixialing Mountain and Baoshi Mountain in the north, collectively referred to as Beishan Mountain.

They hold out the pearl of the West Lake like everyone's heart. The height of the mountain is no more than 400 meters, but the peaks are beautiful and the nymphs are beautiful.

The north and south peaks are far apart, towering into the sky. 9. The West Lake is a poem, a natural picture scroll and a beautiful and moving story. People who have lived here for many years, or travelers who pass by in a hurry, are fascinated by the beautiful scenery of a Chinese Odyssey.

In the spring of March, Fei Ying grass begins to grow. The two dikes are plain white, and the peaches and willows sandwich the shore.

There are waves and cruise ships on both sides, and empty mountains and green waters in the distance. Walking on the embankment at this time, you will be amazed at the scenery in front of you, even ecstatic, and wonder if you have entered the fairyland.

I really want to stay in Hangzhou and not go home ~ ~ It's so beautiful ~~ 10. The West Lake is a poem full of natural charm, a natural and beautiful landscape scroll, and a beautiful and moving story that can never be told. Since ancient times, people who have lived here for many years or travelers who have hurried by have all been fascinated by the beauty of a Chinese odyssey. In the spring of March, Fei Ying grass begins to grow.

The two dikes are plain white, and the peaches and willows sandwich the shore. There are waves and cruise ships on both sides, and empty mountains and green waters in the distance.

Walking on the embankment at this time, you will be amazed at the scenery in front of you, even ecstatic, and wonder if you have entered the fairyland. 1 1, the lotus pond in the West Lake is far and deep at first glance, and the red carp in the lotus pond is jumping, as if urging lovers to love.

Looking at the six bridges on the Su Causeway of the West Lake in the moonlight, we first crossed the Yingbo Bridge, then the Shiplock Bridge, then the Wangshan Bridge, the Dike Bridge, the Dongpu Bridge, and finally the Hongqiao Bridge. Every bridge is a landscape, and every bridge is a chapter touched by the moon.

When you face six arch bridges with different styles and shapes, you will feel how lucky the water in the West Lake is. Water is lucky, there are many bridges like jade to rely on, and the lake is surrounded by it. However, the pavilion and three pools in the middle of the lake.