Autumn West Lake Poems

Tang Bai Juyi

The journey is full of tragic ups and downs, and my ancestors left my throat.

Tristan doesn't have to keep five horses. Huang En is only allowed to keep them for three years.

Song seats are laid under the shade of green vines, and prostitutes boats are parked in red lotus flowers.

When you look back everywhere, you can love it, but it is a lake.

Hangzhou Fang Hui

Tang Bai Juyi

Since I left the Qiantang landscape, I haven't drunk much and I'm lazy to recite poems.

I want to report this intention to West Lake.

Send the title of Yuhang County Building to Ambassador Pei.

Tang Bai Juyi

The official calendar is 20 years, and the official tour is 30 years.

Jiangshan and romance, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou.

At the end of the sand embankment in the north, at the head of the stone embankment in the West Lake.

Green flowers send guests off in spring, and red candles return to the boat at night.

I dare not leave my love, but I miss the old days.

With this sentence sung by Jun, the topic is the building.

He Xichuan Li Shangshu Hangzhou Yue Wei Tour Room Taiwei West Lake

Yuxi Liu Tang

Trees fall in Hanchuan at night, jade hooks hang on the West Lake, flags ring the water, and boats flow in the middle.

I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a trip. Heptachlor has been gone for a long time, and I feel sorry for autumn.

Yingzhou is having a banquet at the West Lake Pavilion.

Don Xu Hun

I don't know how to return to the West Lake banquet, with a glass of wine.

The city takes the sunset to smell the drums, and the temple looks at the balcony against the autumn water.

The cicadas in Orchid are scattered, but Guangxi people come with some birds.

I only want to drive through Gongluo, and the frost chrysanthemum will bloom around the pool.

Tiaoxi fishing map

Tangluoyin

In those days, Lv Wang exhibited temples, and the straight hook fishing country was even better.

If you teach students to live on the West Lake, you must also provide fish for the house.

Farewell to West Lake

Don Li Shen

The leaves of Pu look withered, and the birds on the waves are 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 falcons stir autumn and blow green.

There is no place for colorful hair, and it is sad to say goodbye to the bridge.

Topic Andy Lin

Song Lin Sheng

When did the West Lake stop singing and dancing?

Warm winds intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.

Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao

Song Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

Drinking on the lake, it rains after Chu Qing.

Song sushi

The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.

Su Shi's poem Pan-West Lake at Night;

The water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night.

Gradually, I saw the lights in the temple in the distance. I didn't see the lake until the moon was dark.

And the poem "Night on the Lake":

I don't drink enough, but it tastes long when I'm half drunk.

When I arrived in inaccessible Shanxi, the night was gloomy, because I was dreaming and forgot my words.

I still remember Lihua Village and even smelled a faint fragrance.

And the poem "Hu Huaixi sends her younger sister to tide":

The West Lake has the most beautiful scenery in the world, and no traveler is a fool.

I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. I specialize in landscape music and give it to Ning Fei.

Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. You know what you have achieved is hard to spread.

So far, I have dreamed of a clear night, which is refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.

Clean and beautiful, Ann is willing to be a gentleman. Hu doesn't ride, but sleeps on the monk's couch for a while.

It's cool and annoying to read my poems on the wall. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.

You should meet the old fisherman, reeds are bound together. If you have, you can buy fish instead of money.

Likui jy s poem "West Lake";

Boko account opens peach bank, and the blue radial system is Liu Jin. Birds sing like a toast, and flowers smile to keep people.

At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.

Su Shi s poem "Opening the West Lake";

Great men don't ask much, but they are self-satisfied.

Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.

Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.

The stars in the sky are also happy, and the moon is bathed in golden waves.

Zhou's poem West Lake;

Pinghu is as green as the sky at the beginning, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the years.

At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.

Xia Wei's West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci;

There are bursts of laughter all around, and the lake is the clearest today.

Boat people don't decide where to swim, but see where Yuanyang sleeps.

Only the sun is blind in Pinghu. I don't believe it's the only place in Shaoguang.

Laughing and picking up flowers is half an arm, for fear that Lang will be afraid all night.

Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time.

Seeing whose horse is golden, the camel walks towards the lonely mountain in spring.

There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home.

The strange spring breeze keeps coming back, and plum blossoms are stuck in my head.

Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake";

The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.

They all exchanged twenty-four bridge months for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.

Zhao Ziang s poem "West Lake";

Chun yin catkins can't fly, and cattails are greener and fatter.

Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.

Yuan Hongdao's poem "Overview of West Lake";

Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. Ten miles of wind in Su Qiao is better than one day in January.

There is no good place in Qianci, only a good stone courtyard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.

A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old.

Chu people have no feathers and can swim across.

Fan's poem West Lake;

How many tourists are there by the lake? Half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.

Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills.

Zhang Dai's poem West Lake;

Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name? When you meet the West Lake, you will be deeply impressed by the ancients.

Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain. Why don't you shout affectionate?

When you look at the smoke, you can't find it.

Splashing ink on Mi Dian's paintings, I felt the same way about Bo Ziqin. The south China is full of autumn water, which is admirable throughout the ages.

Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.

Between the lines is the true meaning, no makeup. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.