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.

The bow is thin and the stern is fragrant.

Short stripes brush short long dikes with an oriole Chen Wenjing crow on them. You can't hide the smoke in Cui Mu, and the west of the bridge is one painting after another.

In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place. Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint. Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse. Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.

Loneliness and water are boundless, and lotus flowers bloom at night.

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.

When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away. There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn. The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass. Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, new swallows peck at spring mud, flowers are more and more colorful, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes.

Don't stop in Suzhou for the prostitute banquet tonight. Go to Jinghu Lake in the Ming Dynasty. Don't go boating to find Fan Li, follow five horses to find Luo Fu.

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

Jiangnan gardens are the best in the world, and Suzhou gardens are the best in the world.

Hand over the seal. I'm right in front. The village is old, and the east looks the same.