1. Poems describing the West Lake

Poems describing the scenery of the West Lake The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.

The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and the finger on the anvil of pounding clothes still comes back. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.

I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. ——Tang Dynasty - Zhang Ruoxu's poems "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" and "Ten Scenes of West Lake": One peak and one tall man, two people talking to each other.

There is a West Lake here, and I refuse to go there. (Two peaks stand in the clouds) The lake air is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow.

If you are willing to abandon Three Pools, the people of Hangzhou will not look at the moon. (Three Ponds Reflect the Moon) The tall willows shade the long embankment, and the moon is missing.

I walked lamely on the loose sand, as if I was walking on snow. (Remaining snow on the broken bridge) The night air is dark and the light mist is as thin as paper.

The bells sound from above, crossing the empty river at night. (Nanping Evening Bell) The smoke of willows curtains the peach blossoms, and the red jade sinks into the autumn water.

Wen was so weak that night, Xishi just woke up. (Su Di Chunxiao) There is a slight blush on the cheeks, and Xie Yi smiles.

What is the drunken lotus? The warm wind is like wine. (Lotus in the Wind of Quyuan) The deep willow tree calls out the oriole, and the clear sound enters the green sky.

If you have a poetic heart, you should not compare it to advocacy. (Sounding Orioles in the Willow Waves) The ruined pagoda faces the shore of the lake, looking slumped like a drunken man.

The wonders are in the rubble, why use artificial intelligence. (Leifeng Sunset) The bright moon is seen in the autumn sky, and the cold air enters Lin Gao.

Listen quietly to the solitary flying geese, their voices are light and the sky is high. (Autumn Moon over Pinghu) I deeply hate the release pond and create a fish prison for no reason.

Coming to Huagang today, are you willing to be restrained? (Watching fish in Huagang) Visiting Gushan on the twelfth lunar month to visit the two monks Huiqin and Huisi (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The sky is about to snow, and the lake is full, and the towers are clear of the mountains. The water is clear, there are countless stone fish, and there are no birds in the deep forest.

If you don’t return home during the twelfth lunar month, you will treat your wife and children as if they are seeking the Tao. Where does the Taoist dwell? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.

Who is willing to stay in a lonely mountain? A Taoist knows that the mountains are not alone. The bamboo house with paper windows is deep and self-heating, and I sit and sleep in the brown cattail garden.

It's cold and the road is far away, and the servant is worried about it. The whole drive is urging me to return and it's still late. When I came out of the mountain and looked back at the clouds and trees, I saw wild falcons flying around.

I am enjoying my trip here, and I feel like I am in a dream when I get home. When writing poems, I am in a hurry to pursue death, and it is difficult to copy the beautiful scene once it is lost.

Plum Blossom (Song Dynasty) by Lin Bu. All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming small garden: sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board *** Jinzun Plum Blossom (three poems recorded in one) (Song Dynasty) Lin Bu The smoke scene in the small garden is desolate, and the cold fragrance presses on the musk deer navel. The sparse shadows are moving in the lake water, and the eaves of the roof are leaning into a low branch.

The title of the painting can be read when I am free, and the poems and customs are not included in the story title. I feel ashamed that the oriole is like a butterfly, I only know that the spring scenery is in Taoxi.

(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou at that time) On the long solstice day, he and his companions traveled to Beishan. (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda At the end of the year, the mountains were the same color, and the lake was flat and the fog did not close. The cold clouds are low and the snow is falling in the pavilion. It is a quiet time to mourn during the festive season.

The bamboos and cypresses stand tall and tall, and the Puhes are in full bloom. A thin person knows his strength, a political person knows how to travel well.

Liu Shaoqing (Song Dynasty) Zhou Mi The crane flew away at night. Fragrant green moss, jade-dotted ice branches.

The ancient meaning is high wind, secluded empty valley, quiet mountain and deep curtain. God knows the beauty of your heart.

Let’s dance drunkenly and wear lace hats. I love Gushan the most, after the snow has cleared and the moon is still shining.

Red lips and subtle fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Shipeng The snow path is deep, the northern branches are greedy to sleep and the southern branches are awake. Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, the solitary fragrance dominates the top of the group.

The jade and ice poses decorate the garden scene. Leaning on the railing and chanting, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling the peacefulness of the forest in the past.

Snow Plum Blossoms on Gushan (Ming Dynasty) Ling Quhan The frozen wood smelled in the morning, and the scenery of Gushan is as beautiful as the picture. The kingfisher's nest is dysfunctional and difficult to recognize, and the crane's cage is empty and uninvited.

I have seen thousands of flowers blooming in Beilong, but don’t teach them to fall into the West Lake. The sun will soon clear and the moon will be at dusk, and the sparse shadows will be carried around without support.

Willow Shao Qing Farewell to the Gushan (Qing Dynasty) Xia Ji Guyu Plum Blossom. Lin Gong's old house is surrounded by smoke and water.

The moon is white and cloudless, the wind is clear and there is no rain, no one can smell the fragrance. Sir, looking at the end of the city, recalling the farewell time, he vomited strange flowers in spring? In summer, fish sink, and in autumn, wild geese disappear, all paying tribute to the clouds.

It is good when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when it is empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

——Su Dongpo The south of the Yangtze River 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’t forget Jiangnan. When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.

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 gentle breeze blows, the willows are light, the lush green mountains and rivers are level, and the laughter is full of fragrant paths; thinking about the past, looking at the stars, people leaning on the broken bridge and the clouds traveling westward, the moon shadow is intoxicating with tenderness. The green hills outside the mountains and the towers outside, what time does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. ——(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng and Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" in the West Lake. North of Gushan Temple and 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 random 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 there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees. Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains. Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. I left Jingci Temple at dawn to see off Lin Zifang [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night": The wild wild rice is boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blooms at night and is fragrant with the wind.

Gradually, I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and when the moon was dark, I could see the light of the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": Great men don't ask for more when making plans, and things are decided by themselves.

It is still green and pure even if the turtles and fish are released, and it is willing to allow Xiaowei to block the front slope. Who can continue the good deeds of one day? A hundred feet of green cliff can still be polished.

The stars in the sky are also happy, the moon is shining and bathing in golden waves. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": The fragrance of lotus flowers dissolves the paintings and floats, making Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.

Everyone will spend twenty-four bridges of moon in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" in the West Lake. North of Gushan Temple and 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.

Drinking on the Lake after Sunny and Rain by Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look empty and rainy is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.

Send Lin Zifang off at dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night": The wild rice is boundless and the water is vast. 2. Poems about the West Lake

"The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. It is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to use light makeup and heavy ink." This is what the Northern Song Dynasty writer Su Dongpo said in After viewing the West Lake, he gave a wonderful description of the West Lake. He compared the West Lake to a beauty from the Yue Kingdom during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, a beauty with oriental charm - Xi Shi.

"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." This is a poem written by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Song Dynasty, describing the lotus flowers in West Lake. Whenever summer comes and the breeze blows, the lotus leaves will sway and be graceful, giving people a beautiful enjoyment. "Lotus in Quyuan" is one of the ten scenic spots in West Lake. Watching lotus flowers in West Lake in summer is full of meaning and very pleasant.

"Autumn Moon over Flat Lake" and "Remnant Snow on Broken Bridge" are both on Baidi. Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, served as governor in Hangzhou and managed the West Lake. Later generations named it Baidi in memory of him.

Bai Juyi wrote a poem about this embankment: "I love the lake I love most when it goes eastward, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees." "Pinghu Qiuyue" faces water on three sides, and a platform is built on the water in front of the building. On the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the lake is as flat as a mirror, with a vast expanse of clear light. You can sit on the platform to admire the moon and drink tea, which is endless fun. "The Broken Bridge with Remaining Snow" is at the east end of the Bai Causeway. In the folk tale "The Legend of the White Snake", the White Snake and Xu Xian met on this broken bridge. 3. What are the poems describing the West Lake

1. Qingshan Tower outside the mountain Outbuilding, what time does the West Lake singing and dancing close?

-- "Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" by Song Linsheng

2. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.

-- "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty

3. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

-- "Drinking on the Lake, First Clear and Later Rain" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

4. When spring comes in the south, flowers are like embroidery, and after the rain, the water of West Lake is like oil.

-- "Happy Spring" by Yuan Cao Mingshan

5. When it is neither cold nor warm, flowers decorate the West Lake like Xi Shi.

-- "Red Embroidered Shoes" by Zhang Kejiu of the Yuan Dynasty

6. I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.

-- "Hangzhou Return Boat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

7. The beauty of the West Lake is great, and the good name of Dongying is good.

-- "Recitations of the West Lake" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

8. The portrait of Lang Guan of the East Pavilion is skillful, and the scholar of the West Lake is wonderfully expressive.

-- "Huanxi Sand" by Ge Shengzhong of the Song Dynasty

9. The spring shirt is still there, Xiaoman's needlework has been wet by the rain from the West Lake.

-- "Jiang Can" Tang and Song dynasties

10. Look at the red medicine and climb up the stairs, and take advantage of the Spring Festival at West Lake.