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Famous quotes about West Lake

1. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"

Author Yang Wanli? Dynasty Song Dynasty

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.

Vernacular translation:

The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that in other seasons: the dense layers of lotus leaves spread out, connected with the blue sky, an endless expanse of It is verdant and green; the graceful lotus buds are in full bloom, looking particularly bright and red under the sunlight.

2. "Inscribed on Lin'an Residence"

Author Lin Sheng? Song Dynasty

In 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.

Vernacular translation:

The endless pavilions on the green hills are endless, when will the singing and dancing on the West Lake stop?

The warm and fragrant breeze made the nobles so drunk that they thought Hangzhou was Bianzhou.

3. "Picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is good after the flowers are fragrant"

Author Ouyang Xiu? The Song Dynasty

The West Lake is good after the flowers are fragrant, but the wolf is red. The flying catkins are misty. The weeping willows lining the stem are exposed to the sun's wind.

After the music and songs have dispersed, the tourists have gone, only to feel the spring sky. Drop the curtains. The two swallows return in the drizzle.

Vernacular translation:

Although the flowers have withered, the West Lake in late spring is still beautiful. The remaining flowers fall lightly, and the dots of residual red are particularly eye-catching among the complicated branches and leaves; catkins float from time to time, Sometimes they fly and dance, making them misty; the willows droop down, criss-cross, swaying in the gentle breeze, and feel content in the warm spring breeze, gently waving the lake water all day long.

The tourists dispersed after enjoying themselves, and the singing of shengxiao gradually subsided, and then it began to feel empty, and it seemed that this tranquility was needed. Returning to the living room, I drew the curtains and waited for the arrival of the swallows. I saw the two swallows returning from the drizzle, and then I drew the curtains.

4. "Picking mulberries: The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms"

Author Ouyang Xiu? Song Dynasty

The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms, and when you bring wine. No flags required. There are red buildings and green roofs in front and behind.

The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden. The mist and rain are slightly misty. Returning drunk with music and singing.

Vernacular Translation:

The scenery of the West Lake is beautiful, and the fragrance lingers after the lotus blooms. Boating carries wine and banquets to enjoy the scenery. There is no need for flags and honor guards. It has its own red flowers as a building and green leaves as a cover. Come.

The painted cruise ship sailed into the depths of the lotus bushes, and the aroma of wine with lotus fragrance appeared on the golden cup. In the evening, there was smoke and light rain, and amid music and singing, the boat carried drunken tourists back.

5. "Complaining of Heartfelt Love: Written by Baoyue Mountain"

The author is Zhongshu, from the Song Dynasty

Qingbo is surrounded by people outside the Qingbo Gate. Yang Hua sends him flying. It's Spring Festival Gala again in West Lake, with orioles singing in the water and trees.

A leisurely courtyard with small curtains. Return early in the evening. The bells have passed, the seal incense has just been lit, and the moon has reached the door.

Vernacular translation:

The gentle breeze blows outside the clear wave door, stirring people's belts, and poplar flowers are flying to greet each other. It was late spring evening at West Lake again, and a group of orioles were singing in the flower trees by the water.

The temple is quiet and quiet, the curtains are drooped, and I have just returned home in the night. The bell has already rung, the incense sticks have just been lit, and the moonlight is shining in front of the courtyard gate.