Poetry about Linping, Hangzhou

1. Poems about Yuhang

Linping Road is presented to people in the same boat by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty. Who can tell the north and south of the river in the distant mountains? The long road is empty and the trees are shallow and deep.

Wandering and wandering is so extreme, but you should know your heart as a traveler. Tianzhuyin's Reply to Wei Yingwu Tang·Wu Yun Looking for a long time in solitude, the scenery of the autumn mountains is clear.

There is only grass color here, and I can see passers-by when I look back. The deserted path is filled with pine nuts, and the sound of birds is lost in the depth of the path.

The whole area of ??Yangya is sunny, and the wide peaks are occasionally cultivated. Clumsy ignorance cannot tolerate the world, poverty and leisure have no feelings.

Fanjun Qiongjiu's gift, nothing can be accomplished in your laziness. Linpingwu Miscellaneous Topics Tang·Gu Kuang Furong Pavilion Lotus clothes are dried in the wind, and the bird's nest is cold behind the moon.

Wenyu turns over the leaves, and green feathers climb up the dangerous fence. Linping Lake. Lotus roots are collected on Ping Lake, and lotus root mud is used to seal the lotus root festival.

Don’t break the lotus stem when the boat’s shadow enters the river. But when he arrived in western Zhejiang, Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty died of running out of water in Linping, and the local community was in depression and the hotel was in autumn.

I lament that there are no beggars in the suburbs of Jin, how can I hope that the Wu customs will share their worries. The wild people raise their eyes in sorrow and complain about food, while the forest is full of mulberry trees and they look for what they are seeking.

The tyranny still exists but we should be cautious. The old man secretly paid homage to Qianzhou.

Nanhu, Tang Dynasty·Zhu Qingyu The breeze on the lake is cool, and the pond is full of water chestnuts. Wild boats land on the shore into the spring grass, and water birds carry the waves and fly into the sunset.

The sound of reed leaves sounds like the rain on the road, and the waves are endless like Xiaoxiang. The guests returning from the east canopy float in the air, looking at each other all day long and recalling the hometown of Chu.

Dadi Mountain Baiyuan (Jinjian) of the Tang Dynasty The top mountain of Tiannuo looks like a green space. The moss lines are broken over time, the clouds are deep and the ancient trees are idle.

Dan has gone as an adult, but Crane has not returned. There are still flutes blowing, and people are descending from the old mountain.

Mr. Guo Yuantong’s Thatched Cottage, Tang Dynasty Mr. Luo Yin said goodbye to his father, and he taught him several running scripts. It is difficult to find the secret of love, and the love is deep and there is more than hatred.

After the spring warms up in Shiqiao, Gouluo School has begun to take shape. Cherish the cloud nest crane and never settle down.

Passing Linping Lake by Zhang Hu, Tang Dynasty In March, the grass on Pinghu Lake is about to grow, and the green poplar trees are reflected in the long embankment. The birds are still barking at the beginning of the heaven, and the leopards are crowing when the drunkard wakes up.

The mountain sill is directly connected to Yezhu, and the water bank is newly built with rice seedlings. There are many divergent roads in the world, and the road to immortality is just around the corner.

Passing the Baita Temple in Yuhang, Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan climbed to Xishang Temple and stayed alone. The distant water is boundless, and the lonely boat has never returned.

The chaos of the peaks hides the benefits, and the egret can fly freely. How much innocence and fun, the distant heart is green and subtle.

Feelings after seeing peony in the West Pavilion of Huayan Temple in Linping (Part 1) Cai Xiang of the Song Dynasty Under the auspicious pavilion, thousands of branches are about to bloom and they are about to fall. However, the double red has a profound meaning, so it leaves people thinking about the spring color.

Passing Linping Lake in the Rain by Shen Kuo of the Song Dynasty The shallow water of green cattails is clear and loops, and the sound of rain rushes over the waves. The painted beams startle the geese far and near, and the mist seems to disturb the high and low mountains.

It is better to have a broken tent and a semi-open field, and the short cable will be broken and delayed. Xi Weng took advantage of the vastness that day, scratching his head and sitting among the smoke and clouds.

Touring Haiyun Cave, Song Dynasty, Zhao Bian You can hear the touching stone pool in the misty Qiyun Pavilion in the distance. Things are blooming and spring is in full bloom, and people's joy is boundless.

Luo Qi is spread all over the mountain, and the flags follow for ten miles. We return to the road between the flower sheds and ride around to watch the stars gallop.

Dongxiao Palace, Song Dynasty, Zhao Bian The dragon's cave is stable, and the spring is clear in the palm. People in the mortal world have no worries, and they live forever in the daytime.

I understand Chongji, who cares about profit and fame. In the dream, I stopped pointing and laughing, and I also walked in the sky.

Sudong Xiaogong, Song Dynasty, Lin Bu. Dadi Mountain faces each other, and Huayang Road leads to it secretly. The wind and frost have decayed the Tang Dynasty, and the vegetation and temples are empty.

The moss and flowers on the sword stone are green, and the water in the elixir pool is red. On the side of the secluded Tianzhu, the hut spreads the pine breeze.

Autumn mountains cannot be painted, and autumn thoughts are boundless. The red leaves flow in the blue stream, and the green forest is dotted with white clouds.

A bird falls under the cool shade, and the setting sun is scattered by cicadas. Who can smell the banana rain on your pillow this night?

Faxi Temple Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty The white road lingers in front of the door, and the green moss among the green sand outside the door. The miscellaneous trees surround the flowers and the orioles leave, and the swallows return without curtains around the eaves.

Who drinks wine in front of the bottle when you are lonely? If you miss it, leave it on the table.

I recall my hometown but haven't returned yet, but I feel sorry for the emperor and I have to remind each other.

Visiting Jingshan Temple Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The peaks come from Tianmu Mountain, and they are as powerful as horses running towards Pingchuan. In the middle of the journey, the foot of a thousand miles is broken, and the golden saddle and jade stirrup are circling.

People say that mountains and water also live, and there is an eternal abyss of dragons below. The Taoist's heavenly eye recognizes the king's spirit, and he sits on the top of a barren mountain with a banquet made of thatched grass.

The spirit is cracked through the mountains and rocks, and the goddess is testing her face like a lotus. The cold window is full of warmth, and the water is falling in the night bowl.

The old man Xuemei knocked on the door, willing to practice meditation for his disciples. In the recent three hundred years of prosperity, Wu will lose money if he runs around.

The flying towers and palaces overwhelm the mountains, and the bells at morning and evening startle the sleeping dragons. In the clear sky, we occasionally see floating mirages, and under the setting sun, we see a few village kites.

If there is a living vagina covered in it, it will be cooked and fried with the paste fire. Recently, I have become more and more aware that the world is narrow, and every time I go to a wide place, I feel uncomfortable.

I am so old that I have lost everything, but my heart is at a loss when looking back at old learning. Asking the dragon and begging for water will return to Dharma Eyes. I want to read the fine characters and spend my remaining years.

Visiting Fori Temple Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Fori knows where he is, and there is a road leading to Gaoting. Zhongwen is forty miles away, and the door faces two or three peaks.

Tangcun is lucky and the salt river is in the rain. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. If Hu doesn't come back, he will be ashamed of Yuanming if he stays.

The salt issue is urgent, and who can support farming? When the dying day breaks out, everyone points to Luogoukeng.

The rain from the sky helps the government, and the clothes are wet with rain. Humans are like ducks and pigs, throwing themselves into mud and splashing each other in shock.

I dismounted and stood on the desert embankment, looking around at Danhu Lake. The line is not sufficient, and there is competition with cattle and horses.

Although it is humiliating to return to the fields, how can you lose your ability to walk in the mud? A message to my old mountain friends, be careful not to get tired of quinoa soup.

Inscribed on Ping'an Spring, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. I heard that the roots of the mountains have different origins. I moved the clouds to find the path and felt happy. If you dig open the sea eye, you will know the age; if you plant water chestnuts, you will not remember the year.

The tea-cooking monk boasted that the cup was full of snow, and the alchemist turned bones into immortals. Back then, Lu Yu had nothing to clean up, but Anping was left with a spring.

Dongxiao Palace by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. God is so high in the world, so he leaves the palace in the mortal world. The Nine Locks of Qingshan are not easy to reach, and the seven authors are relatively free.

Green dragons dance in the spring flowing under the courtyard, and flying squirrels and white crows crawl in the cave. Long pines and strange rocks are suitable for frost on the temples, and there is no need for golden elixir to keep the face.

Sending Master Yuanran back to Jingshan Su Shi of the Song Dynasty I used to be a guest on Jingshan, and I still write poems about the scenery of the mountains. The master has lived in this mountain for thirty years, and his witty words must be obtained from the bones of the mountain.

In June in Xicheng, the water is full of clouds, and the flying mosquitoes are as fierce as eagles. Abbot Xianshi is freezing in the ice and snow, and the blue paste does not move and keeps the light on.

Old friends in the mountains knew that I was here, and came to ask what I was like now. Because he is inferior to others in everything, his eyes can still read fine print.

Nanxiangzi·Songsup to the ancient Song Dynasty·Su Shi looks back at the chaotic mountains. No inhabitants, only the city.

Who looks like the towers and pavilions on Linping Mountain. Welcome guests to the west and see off guests.

The evening breeze is clear on the road. A cold dream will never come true.

Tonight, where the residual lamp shines slantingly, there is a glow. When it rains and clears in autumn, I shed tears.

Traveling to Jingshan Mountain by Su Che of the Song Dynasty Last year, I crossed the river to love Mount Wu, but suddenly I looked at the Shu Road and overlooked the Qinchuan River. The most beautiful place is to reach the mountain after Qiantang, where the lake is surrounded by water.

There is no doubt that Wu Hui will disappear, and the boat will reach the deep abyss many times. This autumn I returned to Jingshan Temple and was overwhelmed by the overwhelming force.

They punched each other countless times, and hugged each other like green lotuses. Scattered into clouds, mist and stars, gathered into winding pools and wells.

Before Qin Gong arrived, all the people disappeared, and he came to Zen from thousands of miles away. A hut was built in a deserted village, and the merchants from the sea were ordered to invest money.

The Dharma has been taught so far to break away worries. After a full meal, it is better to sleep peacefully. After undressing and throwing tin, they threw kites around.

In other words, it is not far away, there are few people on the sea and there is no trouble. In the deepest part of Yandang on the rooftop, the water-scented stone is thin and clear.

There is nothing you can't do in the green mountains alone, but there are many people who talk about the good and the ugly. In the end, I will go straight without far or near, and I will spend my poor years with rattan shoes and bamboo sticks.

Visit Linping Buddha Day. 2. What are the poems about "Yuhang"?

1. Yuhang is a famous county, and the county is close to the Yangtze River.

"The Second Year of Changqing" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

2. Lai is in Yuhang County, and the pavilion is surrounded by officials and officials. "The First Leading County Government Retires to the East Tower" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

3. From Yuhangguo to Luoyang Mo. "Luo Xia Buju" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

4. There are many people living in Yuhang who are poor, especially Xiao and Yin. "The Law of Rewarding Xiao and Yin for Drunk Rhetoric" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

5. I am becoming more leisurely and healthy from official duties, so that I am not tired of Yuhang. "Ode to the Scenery before the Year of La Hou" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

6. Yuhang has a shape that is superior to all directions, and the state is adjacent to the pillow lake in Qingshan County. "Yuhang Xingsheng" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

7. Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but it would be worse than excluding Yuhang. "A Reply to a Weibo's Praise for the House in Yuezhou" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

8. Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but it would be worse than Yuhang. "Reply to the Compliment of the House in Yuezhou" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

9. Pity the wind and snow in the east and west of Zhejiang, first count Yuhang and Kuaiji. "Replying to a Small Opinion? Facing the Snow in the County Tower" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

10. Apart from Bai Taishou of Yuhang, who can understand his love for Junxian better? "Inscribed on the Stone Mountain Man" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

11. I spent three years idle in Yuhang, and got drunk on plum blossoms several times. "Reminiscing about the Plum Blossoms in Hangzhou and sending it to Xiao Xielu for reminiscing about old travels" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

12. The white-headed Bai Taishou of Yuhang has been destitute and abandoned his reputation for a long time. "Su" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

13. Lu Ming Mansion in Yuhang County, a native of Bai She in Xubai Pavilion. "Gift to Lu Ji" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

14. Ask Magu to get drunk together and ask people to sell wine to Yuhang. "Wang Yuan Banquet at Magu Cai Jing's House" Cao Tang, Tang Dynasty

15. The stream contains a line of music that is clear to the bottom, and the wine is flowing in the Hangzhou and filled with bottles. "Send Off the Master to the Jin Tomb" Luo Yin, Tang Dynasty 3. What are the poems about "Yuhang"

1. Yuhang is a famous county, and the county is close to the Yangtze River.

"The Second Year of Changqing" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 2. Lai is in Yuhang County, and the pavilion is surrounded by officials and officials. "The First Leading the County Government Retires to the East Tower" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 3. From Yuhangguo to Luoyang Mo.

"Luoxia Bu Ju" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 4. There are many people living in Yuhang who are poor, especially Xiao and Yin. "The Law of Rewarding the Xiao and Yin Associations for Drunk Rhetoric" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 5. I am gradually leisurely and healthy in official affairs, so that you are not tired of Yuhang.

"The Empress Dowager meets the scenery and chants the meaning before she is old" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 6. Yuhang has a shape that is superior to all directions, and the state is adjacent to Qingshan County's pillow lake. "Yuhang Xingsheng" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 7. Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but it would be worse than excluding Yuhang.

"A Reply to a Weibo's Praise for Yuezhou's House" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 8. Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but it was not as good as excepting Yuhang. "Reply to the Compliment of Yuezhou House" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 9. Pity the wind and snow in the east and west of Zhejiang, first count Yuhang and then Kuaiji.

"Replying to My Thoughts? Facing the Snow in the County Tower" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 10. Apart from Bai Taishou of Yuhang, who can understand the love of Junxian better? "Inscribed on the Stone Mountain Man" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 11. I spent three years idle in Yuhang, and got drunk on plum blossoms several times. "Recalling the Plum Blossoms in Hangzhou and sending it to Xiao Xielu for reminiscing about old travels" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 12. The white prefect of Yuhang, Bai Taishou, has been destitute and abandoned his reputation for a long time.

"Su" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 13. Lu Ming Mansion in Yuhang County, a native of Bai She in Xubai Pavilion. "Gift to Lu Ji" Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty 14. Ask Magu to get drunk together and ask people to sell wine to Yuhang.

"Wang Yuan Feasted at Magu Cai Jing's House" Cao Tang Tang 15. The stream contains a line of music that is clear to the bottom, and the wine is flowing in the Hangzhou and filled with bottles. "Sending Master Cheng to the Jin Mausoleum" by Luo Yin, Tang Dynasty. 4. A collection of poems about Hangzhou

"Recalling Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. The flowers on the river are as red as fire when the sun rises, and the river is as green as blue when spring comes. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

"Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" by Lin Sheng

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

The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.

"West Lake" by Ouyang Xiu

The fragrance of lotus flowers disappears and the paintings float, making Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.

Everyone will exchange twenty-four bridges of moon for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake

"Drinking on the Lake at the First Sunny and Later Rain" by Su Shi

The water shines brightly and the sky clears. Well, the mountains look empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. 5. Poems about Hangzhou

Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan": When recalling Jiangnan, the most memorable thing is Hangzhou.

Looking for cinnamon seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come again? Liu Qiqing's "Looking at the Sea Tide" The southeast is a beautiful place, the three Wu cities, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes.

Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.

There are many lakes and clear hills, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and fishes for the old lotus baby.

Thousands of riders with high teeth, riding drunkenly listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to boast.

There is no difference between the four seas and the south of the Yangtze River. A million soldiers are raised on the West Lake. The first peak of Mount Wu is on horseback. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in West Lake be closed? Spring trip to Qiantang Lake [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi Gushan Temple To the west of Beimao Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, but whose new swallows peck at the spring mud? The wild flowers gradually attract everyone's attention, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, the green poplar and the white sand embankment. Drinking on the Lake It is clear at first and then it rains [Song Dynasty] Su Shi It is beautiful when the water shines brightly, but it is also strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. Lei Feng Sunset [Yuan Dynasty] Yin Tinggao The smoke and light of the mountains play the role of money, and the thousand-foot floating map leans against the sky.

The painted boats on the lake are all gone, and the solitary peaks are still red with the sunset. Su Di Spring Dawn [Ming] Yang Zhou The willows are dark and the flowers are blooming. Spring is just right, and the mist on the heavy lake is scattered in the forest and sand.

Wherever the yellow crane broke through the silent smoke, and a cry passed over Su Dixiao. Qu Yuan Feng He [Ming Dynasty] Wang Ying In ancient times, Qu Yuan rested on the lotus pond, and the wind hesitantly brewed the fragrance.

Fairy Lingbo is so drunk that her brocade clothes are scattered and timid. Shuangfengchayun [Qing Dynasty] Chen Mi The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected.

When I came to Xinyu Lake in the evening, I saw a cloud of crazy clouds covering the two peaks. Pavilion in the heart of the lake [Qing Dynasty] Xu Chengzu I have traveled to Qing Dynasty for a hundred times and have not planned to return it, but the lonely pavilion is good among the water and clouds.

The pavilion is empty and bright on all sides, with a city on one side and mountains on three sides. With Yan Qiantang, climb Zhangting and look at the tide. [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran Hearing thunder and shaking for hundreds of miles, he stopped playing the string for a while.

The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The sun is shining, the autumn sky is clear, and the floating sky is clear.

The stormy waves come like snow, and a mountain is cold. Pinghu Qiuyue [Song Dynasty] Sun Rui The moon is cold and the springs are not flowing, where can I sing and return to the boat.

In the west wind, the white apples and red polygonum are reflected in the vast acreage of autumn light. Yongjinmen Jianliu [Yuan] Gongxingzhi The willows outside Yongjinmen are like gold. If they don't come for three days, they will become green shades.

Take a skill and go into the city to teach people that spring is deep. Nanping Evening Bell [Ming Dynasty] Wandafu The jade screen is surrounded by green barriers, and the dusk smoke is flying, giving the palace bell a faint sound.

The traffic on the trail scares the cranes in their dreams, and the mountains increase and they go back to pick up the firewood door. Night Floods over the West Lake [Ming Dynasty] Dong Si Zhang puts the moon over the West Lake, and the thousands of mountains are haloed with green autumn mist.

During the second watch, water birds don’t know where to stay and fly up to Wanghu Pavilion. Viewing Fish in Huagang [Qing Dynasty] Xu Chengzu The water is filled with fresh red and green, and the scenery of Luyuan is full of Qiu Ruins.

I only feel the joy of swimming in the fish, and I also forget about the joy of fish. West Lake Willow Branches [Qing Dynasty] Tian Shu The short and long strips brush the short and long embankments, and there are orioles chirping on them.

The green curtain of smoke and ribbons cannot be hidden, and a sound is heard in the west of the painted bridge. 6. Poems about Hangzhou

Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will we visit again? Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace.

A glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dances are drunk with hibiscus. See you again sooner or later.

On the night of May 15th, Bai Juyi is full of moonlight. The old acquaintance is happy, and he travels in the morning and at night. The spring breeze comes to the sea, and the bright moon is at the head of the river.

Every market is lit with lights, and music and music are played everywhere. It’s okay to miss Dili, but don’t hate Hangzhou.

Bai Juyi's spring trip to Qiantang Lake. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

"Willow Branches" by Bai Juyi "Liu Mo Shui Tune" is sung at every house, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere. Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches.

There are four or five trees in front of Taoling Gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp. How can it be like the golden branches reflecting the Luoyang Bridge in the second month of the Eastern Capital? Yiyi curls back to green, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze.

White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets.

Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping. You can praise the willows in Suzhou, and even the children in Shengguan in Qiantang.

If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar. The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has a special love before the willow wind.

The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute. The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.

The little tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them. People say that willow leaves are like frowning brows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.

Willow silk pulls the broken heart, and there should be no hope for each other. Spring Inscription on the Lake by Bai Juyi The arrival of spring on the lake is like drawing a picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon.

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 draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new grass.

If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Bai Juyi answered a guest's question about Hangzhou. He hesitated to stop the wine cup for me and told you briefly about Hangzhou.

The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui, and the lake is named Qiantang. The large eaves are often decorated with geese's teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads.

There are no three hundred waterways, so why do officials have to travel again? Returning to the West Lake in the evening, I looked back at the Gushan Temple and presented Bai Juyi to all the guests. I returned to the Songdao Lotus Temple in Liuhu Lake and left the Taoist temple in the evening. The rain is heavy in the low mountains, and the palm leaves and water are cool.

The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, 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 tents were separated and the music was swallowed. Cui Dai is not required to stay five horses, 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. I look back and fall in love everywhere, but the hardest part is the lakeside.

Bai Juyi on the boat back to Hangzhou After leaving the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, he didn’t drink much and lazily recited poems. I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.

Poppy Han Hui, Ten Miles of Gushan Road, West Lake. I still remember the lotus place.

Green stems and red pistils are the most related to love. It's not the wind that blows, it will clear up later.

Now I am getting old. Drunk and greasy, they lean on each other.

The sound of singing slowly returns from picking up incense. Like a dream, the new moon shines on the ripples.

Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou Governor Shi Li Bai. The west river is far away from Tianzhu, and the east is deep 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 the fifth month should know not to withdraw gold.

Baishe people sent new poems from Hangzhou, including the line "The willow color spring hides Su Xiaojia" Liu Yuxi There are strange sounds in the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, and he is temporarily relegated to an immortal official to lead a hundred cities. Female prostitutes are also famous in Xiaoxiao. Who can call you Qingqing?

Ao was shocked, the sea wind and thunder rose, and the mirage roared and the sky towers were completed. There is no doubt that the scholar is in Sanchu, and the literary star is now facing the bull.

Titled Lin'an Residence of the Song Dynasty Lin Sheng Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

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

Lengquan Pavilion Lin Zhen A clear stream of water can refresh the spirit of poetry, and only oneself knows whether it is warm or cold in the years. There are songs and dances flowing out of the West Lake, and looking back is not like when I was in the mountains.

Lao Tan Lu You was in his eighties but not yet over seventy, and there was a man on the top of the mountain and at the end of the river. The long roar is like a wild crane, and the business is like a withered plant.

In the early days of Lin'an Palace's operation, Yin'an was intoxicated with the West Lake every day. There is no need to count the old drunkards, there are no children back then and today! Look at the sea tide and Liuyong. The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoked willow painted bridges, windy green curtains, and hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless.

The city is lined with pearls, and the households are filled with luxury goods. The stacked lakes are clear and beautiful, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus.

The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus baby plays and fishes. Thousands of horses are riding high, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, and admiring the haze.

There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to boast. He and Yan Qiantang climbed to Zhangting Pavilion to watch the tide, as Meng Haoran did. Hearing thunder and tremors for hundreds of miles, he stopped playing the strings for a while.

The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The autumn clouds are shining brightly, and the floating sky is wide.

The stormy waves come like snow, and it feels cold when you sit down. Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful with a short canoe, green water, and long embankments of fragrant grass.

Faint music and music are everywhere. There is no wind on the water, the glass is smooth, and I don't feel the boat moving.

The slight ripples startle sand birds and fly across the shore. Picking Mulberries Ouyang Xiu 10 poems The West Lake is beautiful with a short boat trip, green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and songs everywhere.

The glassy surface of the windless water surface is smooth. Unconsciously, the boat moves and ripples slightly, causing sandbirds to fly across the shore. The deep spring rains pass by the West Lake, and the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are buzzing, and the sunny days make the flowers feel warm.

Lan Rui's painting boat leisurely goes away, it is suspected that it is an immortal. When the waves return, the water is broad and the wind is soaring. It is good to paint a boat carrying wine on the West Lake, with urgent pipes and complicated strings, and jade cups urging the transmission, while the steady and smooth waves allow you to sleep drunkenly.

The floating clouds are under the rowing boat, and the water is clear and fresh. As you look up and down, you may wonder if there is a special sky in the lake. The West Lake is beautiful after all the flowers are blooming, the wolves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willows are dry in the wind.

After the music and songs have dispersed and the tourists have gone, they finally feel the spring sky, the curtains are lowered, and the two swallows return in the drizzle. Who understands the beauty of admiring the West Lake? There is no time for beautiful scenery. Flying canopies chase each other, and the drunken jade is greedy among the flowers.

Who would have thought that in the quiet place of the balcony, the fragrant grass glows diagonally, the water is far away, the smoke is faint, and the little Cangzhou egret flies. On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is already beautiful. It is full of prosperity. We are fighting for who can get there, and the green willows and red wheels are driving the car.

The tourists are leaving at dusk, they are drunk and noisy, the road turns and the embankment is sloping, and there are always flowers all the way to the top of the city. The West Lake is beautiful when the lotus blossoms. When wine comes, no flags are used, but red banners and green canopies follow.

The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are slight, and the song returns drunkenly. The sky and water in the West Lake are beautiful, the clouds and objects are all fresh, the gulls and herons are sleeping leisurely, and you should be used to listening to orchestral music.

The wind is clear, the moon is white, and it is a good night. There is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires the Luan is like an immortal in the boat. The setting sun shines brightly on the West Lake, Huawu is beautiful, the waves are flat for ten hectares, and there is no boat crossing the wild shore.

The floating clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, the sill is cool, the lotus root is fragrant, and the wind on the water surface wakes you up. I have loved the West Lake all my life. I have come to embrace the red wheel. I have been surrounded by wealth and wealth, and I have been admiring it for twenty years. 7. Looking for poems about Hangzhou

Bai Juyi’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Recalling Jiangnan When recalling Jiangnan, the most memorable thing is Hangzhou.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

Bai Juyi The Drunken Guest Don't say that the scholars of Lu are cowards, and don't bully the governor of Hangzhou. Drunk guest, please open your eyes. There are red flags under the green poplar wind.

Bai Juyi Tide The early tide falls and the late tide comes, flowing sixty times per week in a month. Not only does time come and go, but Hangzhou is also driven by the tide as it ages.

Bai Juyi and Yang Shilang of Tongzhou praised Zhezhi and sent him a message, and recited Feng Yi's poem to the emperor in detail, recalling the time when he was the governor of Yuhang. You have a problem with me. Zhezhi has been in school for ten years.

Bai Juyi's Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River (This song is also called "Xie Qiuniang", each song has five lines) When reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the one I most remember. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will we visit again? Bai Juyi presented it to Lu Ji. He was from Lu Ming Mansion in Yuhang County, and was from Bai She in Xubai Pavilion. Today we meet, my head is like snow, and we have a cup of encouragement to send off the remaining spring.

Yao He drove to Hangzhou to thank Li Taiwei Deyu for the emperor's favor to pay homage to Hangtan. It would be difficult to go to Xie Jingzhao. Secretly imitating the bald head and looking at the painted halberd, the four gods are all radiating cold.

Ninety-eight Poems of Xiao Youxian by Cao Tang. The Eight Scenes Return to the Five-Phoenix Cart and See the Peach Blossoms on Kunlun Mountain. If you want to teach the envoy how to buy spring wine, you must look for Yuhang's mother's house.

Ninety-eight Poems of Xiaoyouxian by Cao Tang. For twenty years in Shidong Shaxi, Xiangminghang has been facing the sky day and night. The alum smoke is gone and the mercury is cold, and I don't realize that the little dragon is sleeping on the bed.

Li Zhong Farewell to Taoist Yu The haze gathers and disperses across the three islands, and the stars are clearly visible in a pot. He joked that Yu Hang was going to sell wine and that the Cai family would meet Magu.

Bai Juyi's Tongshuguan re-inscription. When dismounting in front of the steps, there is a place where the poem is inscribed on the beam. The miserable disease has made you miserable, and the old pine trees are sparse.

After sighing in return, he went to Hangzhou again. Du Fu's fifth brother, Feng, is alone in Jiangzuo. There has been no news for the past three or four years. He is looking for an envoy to send these two poems. I heard that you are in Yishan Temple, Hangzhou and Dingyuezhou.

The wind and dust flooded the farewell day, and Jianghan lost its clear autumn. The shadow covers the crying ape tree, and the soul floats and forms a mirage.

Next year there will be spring water, and white clouds will appear in the east. Bai Juyi On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people who are acquainted with each other are happy, and they travel in the morning and at night.

The spring breeze comes to the sea, and the bright moon is at the head of the river. Every house is lit with lights, and music and music are played everywhere.

It’s okay to miss Dili and not hate Hangzhou. Bai Juyi Twenty-three poems by He Wei·Three poems by He and I. I am fifty-seven, and how many honors have I received?

The three majors of A and B are the masters of Suzhou and Hangzhou. His talent is shallow and his mental strength is weak and he works hard.

Maybe he will follow the crowd and grow old in the dust. Bai Juyi's Twenty Poems on Harmony with Spring Where is the best place for spring, at the house of a prostitute?

My eyebrows are jealous of willow leaves, my skirt is jealous of pomegranate flowers. Orchid and musk deer smoke the quilt, and gold and copper nails ride on the carriage.

Hangzhou Su Xiaoxiao, human nature is the most obsolete. Luo Yin wrote three poems about Mr. Xuantong's Thatched Cottage. I often recall discussions, and the past events are still there.

The wine is gone to the rest of the hangar, and the clouds are fainting. There is no Taoist companion when traveling, but there is grace when returning home.

From then on, the mysterious words are gone, and the door of the cave should be closed for a long time. Bai Juyi's poem about encountering scenery before the end of the twelfth lunar month: The sea plums are half white and the willows are slightly yellow. The frozen water is beginning to melt and the day is getting longer.

There is no bitter frost in Du Ladu, and there is good scenery first to welcome the spring. In the county, I get up at night and listen to the yamen drums. I walk up the city and lean against the female wall.

I am gradually becoming more leisurely and healthy from official duties, so that you are not tired of Yu Hang. Bai Juyi Yuhang's shape is good. Yuhang's shape is good in all directions. The state is adjacent to Zhenhu Lake in Qingshan County.

Thirty miles around Guo there are lotus flowers, and there are a thousand pine trees in the city. Meng'er Pavilion was named Xie in ancient times, and his surname was Su in the new way of teaching prostitutes.

You are too old to be a handsome man with a white mustache. Bai Juyi was the observation envoy in addition to the eastern Zhejiang Province in Yuan Dynasty. He was delighted to find the neighboring state of Hangzhou and Yue. He first presented a long sentence: Jishan mirror water is a place for joyful travel. The rhinoceros wears a gold medal and is honored.

Although my official position is smaller than yours, I am my neighbor in the feudal territory. The county tower plays with the moon with thousands of peaks, and the river boundary divides the spring on both sides equally.

The wine master of Hangyue scenery and poetry, who is more compatible with him? Bai Juyi responded to a slight compliment about Yuezhou's house. He congratulated the Master on getting a newspaper when he came back, and he praised the house in Yuezhou as if it were a fairyland.

I am tired of watching Feng Yi wind and sand for a long time, but I am happy to see the smoke scene in Orchid Pavilion at the beginning. The sunrise flags are full of life, and the moonlit pavilions are empty.

Zhijun secretly counted Jiangnan County, but he was not as good as Yuhang except Yuhang. Bai Juyi's reply to my humble opinion (when I was facing the snow in the county building) The scenery in the east and west of Zhejiang is pitiful. I will first count the rest of Hangzhou and Kuaiji.

The Yu Temple is not as good as the Tianzhu Temple, and the Qian Lake is not as enviable as the Ruoye River. The spring fur of the wild crane is warm in the dust, and the gull's wings are wet and low when patting the sand in the water.

Whether I love Mr. Snow Tower or not, the red column is dotted with silver mud. Bai Juyi's "Spring Inscription on the Lake" The coming of spring on the lake looks like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally.

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 draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new growth.

If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of the remaining lake is this lake. Bai Juyi got Cui Shiba of Huzhou, Jun Shuxi, and the neighboring county of Hangyue sent congratulations and messages on their growth. Why did the three counties become connected? Zhenyuan Kedi was born in the same year.

After opening the book happily, I think about the past. The country of Yue closed its territory and swallowed the blue sea, and the towers of Hangzhou merged into the blue smoke.

Wu Xingbei, the young king, surrendered because he was the last immortal in Penglai. Bai Juyi wrote about the people of Shishan. They are soaring in the world, and the noble and the humble, the wise and the foolish, come and go.

Drinking is the only thing at the feast, and the singing bells will be at the lonely thinking mountain. The gods do not allow three corpses to live there, and there is no need to mix with common people and have spots on the temples.

Except for Yuhang Bai, who understands his love for Junxian better? Bai Juyi went to Suzhou and Changzhou, and answered the people of Jiashe. Hangcheng transferred to Sutai the next year, and he returned with five horses.

My eyes close when I am tired of seeing books, but my eyebrows temporarily open when I am happy to have a glass of wine. Years of unpaid favors have gone by in vain, and those who wish to achieve meritorious service and fame cannot come back.

One by one, Cheng Ming has three leading counties. It is a talent to be willing to follow the humane way. Bai Juyi answered a guest's question about Hangzhou. He hesitated to stop the wine cup for me and told you briefly about Hangzhou.

The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui, and the lake is named Qiantang. The large eaves are often decorated with goose teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads.

If there are no three hundred waterways, why should the officials have to travel again? Bai Juyi's old shirt. The dim scarlet shirt is called the old body, half draped and half dragged out of the red door.

On the sleeve is a new poetry book from Wu County, and on the lapel is traces of old wine from Hangzhou. The remaining color is beyond the plum blossoms, so the fragrance still remains due to washing and smelling.

I have been writing for three years, but I want to throw away the empty box like Shao En. Bai Juyi's three poems sent to me at the end of the year. I can't say farewell for a long time without sighing. How can I avoid feeling sad when I know that there are few letters left.

After half a hundred years, time is about to end. The ice in the pool is glued together at the bottom of the boat at dawn, and the snow on the building is clear, revealing the tile ditch.

I feel that the joy is decreasing day by day, and Suzhou is not as happy as Hangzhou. Bai Juyi presented his third brother as a gift. As a young man, he was in charge of two thousand soldiers. He listened to music and singing during the day and cut off the camp at night.

On the other hand, Qiu Yuan’s head is all white, but his eyes are still clear every time there is a flag or drum. In Hangzhou, I was drunk and lying in bed at dusk, and in Wu County, I went on a horseback riding tour in the spring.

I am ashamed of myself that A Lian was slow in his official position and only taught his brother to be the envoy. Bai Juyi Yonghuai Suhang has been known as a county since ancient times, and Mu Shou is now a good official.

The two places have been devastated, and the wind and moon will fade away in five years. When the wine cup was abandoned, I didn't look at the flowers and branches.

My head is full of gray hair, and my passion for poetry and wine is gradually fading.