A modern poem describing the West Lake

There is a paradise above, there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below, Suzhou and Hangzhou can be compared with the paradise can be said to be two pearls ah, and the West Lake is embedded in the paradise of a shining pearl. Come and enjoy the modern poem describing the West Lake!

West Lake

Clear, green

Wake up a piece of spring charm

West Lake

Broken Bridge beautiful legend

Thousands of years of breathtaking

Leads to countless romantic feelings

A Lake Jiangnan Rain and Smoke

A lake full of warblers singing and swallows dancing

A wonderful scene of gentle wind and rain

A piece of tired poetry rising in my heart

Under the oil-paper umbrella

Your gorgeous, graceful silhouette

And that one time when you looked back with deep love

It's still in the palm of my hand

The rich reflection in the lake

Is the dream of last night.

Some time

The cobblestone paths

That give off a green scent

Flow with dazzling lightness

A beautiful encounter

Thinned out my plump days

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The Legend of West Lake

Wandering around the West Lake, I saw a lot of people who had been in the lake for years. p>

Wandering in the gap of thoughts

Watching

The April rain in late spring

Sprinkled in any way it wanted to

On the shores of the delicate Xizihu Lake

The century-old lovers under the umbrellas

It is the smile of your glance back a thousand years ago

We met at the side of the Broken Bridge

In this life

I am chasing after a fate

The legend of the West Lake

I am chasing after a chance to be with you.

Looking across the Broken Bridge

Misty and rainy

Lining the white sky

But

Willow gently shakes

Shadowing the hibiscus that has not been seen in many lifetimes

Smokey and hazy waves

Passed by familiar and unfamiliar footsteps

The white embankment is long and slender

Who ****s the steps

To connect with each other, we must be able to see each other's path.

The promise of connecting each other

The wind is pushing the batter

Swinging up

The hurrying boat

Is it possible to cross the distance between you and me

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West Lake

The shimmering waves of the West Lake

The sky and the water are one color

The nicknaming of the silhouette looks like a swallow returning

I have been here for the past few years, and I'm sure that you will find it a lot easier to find the right place for me.

Here comes a boat

As clear as a dream

Look at her gaze

She is looking for

An unfinished love

Look at her hair

It is like willow threads

It brushes against my lonely heart

I wonder what she is thinking about right now. I don't know what she's thinking about right now

But I just want to know who she's upset about

A thousand years away, the land of happiness

A mirror honed by my heart

A season of autumn colors embellished with my heart's blood

Teach me how to be unaffectionate

The West Lake, our West Lake

I don't know what's going on in your mind

What can I do for you? What can I do for you

I just want to rest in your arms

Let your beating heart

Ward off the autumn cold

Then pick a few paulownia leaves

Put them on the surface of the water

Let Xizihu

Carry this parting grudge ......

West Lake, I stand on a high building and look at you

Pushing away the rolling hills

Pushing away the wandering clouds

West Lake, I stand on a high building and look at you

A moon with rippling waves

A sleeping white butterfly

A twirling body in a delicate dance


I see your rainbow-like Broken Bridge


The kite-like Three Fountains reflecting the moon


The Leifeng Pagoda pointing up to the sky

And the beautiful Suti and White Causeway


Boats weaving in the lake

Like notes of waves on the water

West Lake, in March

On the roof of a building where cherry blossoms are in full bloom

I saw a unique view of you

West Lake

You're as gentle as a gulf of spring water

You're lying in a deep sleep on a swing

The birds are singing

The branches are swaying

The squirrels are laughing behind the leaves

Don't go to sleep, wake up

The rain from Jiangnan has wet your dreams

It has blurred the mountains

It has blurred the trees

It has blurred the corridors

There is a soft thunder

You turn your body sideways

And a drop of water is coming from your head

You have been sleeping on the swing, like spring water.

A tear fell from your cheek

And you fell into the red dust

Turned into a white lotus flower?

West Lake Rain

All the way to pick up the dream, originating from twenty years ago

Love locks the West Lake, the rain gently come

Fog, white, the West Lake scenery without a trace

But to see the floating woman, along the lake murmuring

Umbrella, hold up a piece of the mood, speechless, but also warm.

Ripples of raindrops on the lake, a circle, two circles

Twenty years of dreaming, there are many feelings

Pick up a stone in the heart of the lake, far away from the surface of the lake

Originally looking for a dream, but can not see the past

West Lake in the rain, the non-mainstream image

Although the road wet shoes, there are still couples from the same

The original love never

I've thought about it for many years in my dreams, but I don't see it in front of me

My heart is like a lake under the ripples of water, still green

I don't know how many times I can look at it in the rest of my life.

The boat

Swinging in the green lake water

The ripples with the microwaves flying into the distance

The distant mountains like jasper

Reflected in the water

The spirit of the mountains

Bringing a charming flavor to the spring

The green

Full of the world's turquoise

Filled with the sea of the heart of the tourists.

The pleasure of the mind

Like the rosy mountain flowers

Swinging in the face

Flying laughter

Accompanied by the fluttering willows

Into the center of the blue waves

Along the path

Toward the sea of forests

The scent of the mountain flowers

Attracted the dance of the honey bees

Clustered in the middle of the blue waves

The smell of the mountain flowers

The smell of the mountain flowers

Attracted the dance of the honey bees

The scent of the mountain flowers

Couples clustered together

Whispering in close proximity

Sweet butterflies write down beautiful chapters

The long embankment in the distance

Willows hang low

Deep in the Broken Bridge

Love and hate are long and slow

Beneath the Leifeng Pagoda

The resistance pays the price for the pursuit of love

Over the past thousand years

West Lake's scenic landscape is a place where the world's most famous city, the West Lake, is a place where the world's most beautiful city, the West Lake, is a place where the world's most beautiful city is a place of love and hate. p>

View of West Lake

The cliffs that make people dream of emotions

Beauty

is only the appearance of West Lake

Love

is what has left a thousand myths for mankind

The heart of the lake in the blue waves

Who left the "bugs" behind

The wind and the moon are in the sky.

The wind and moon in the night

The lonely lamps will go home

Sitting by the lake

Breathing in the breath of the lake

Feeling the depth of the lake

Wide waters

Boats are like jewels

Carrying the tourists

Weaving in and out of the reflections of the mountain peaks and hills

Looking at the distance in a quiet mind

The world is full of eyes

Let the soul wander in the sea of freedom

West Lake in the Smoke and Rain

As soon as I arrived at the West Lake, little drops of rain drifted down from the cracks of the clouds, and on my face there was the coolness of a kitten's tongue licking my kiss.

The wind rose, the scene of smoke and rain hard to get slanted.

An umbrella opened, adding, a leaf of green lotus in the lake.

The color of the mountains is empty, and the rain is falling. Today I bumped into, then practiced the invitation of the millennium.

In the rain, I gave myself to the West Lake.

Standing on the White Causeway, the lake is quiet, the sky is misty, and the mountains are far away. The West Lake &ldqu;fat &rdqu;.

Willow, fluttering clothes, meaning a splash of light ink marks, like a beauty's long eyelashes, flying lake's eyes.

Extreme mist, an ink, an ink, lying across it. That is the Broken Bridge, Broken Bridge constantly,

By a pool of water like tenderness, gently patted, as if it is in the heart, water ringing the song of the Yueju opera.

Suddenly phantom, a large red oil-paper umbrella, umbrella under two people, a white lady, a Xu Xian Lang ......

The shore, broken bridge remnants of the imperial monument wet, bolted to a side of the smoke and rain, pulling a touch of the bridge.

People passing by, cloud water and sky light, the bridge is broken, not broken, washed and poked the light and shadow, clear the legend of the millennium.

The love affair is far away and close.

Look, the bridge, two umbrellas, walking, how to walk into an umbrella?

A column of smoke, rising from the top of the willow, a group of birds, scurrying up and down around the drizzle column, turning the willow's deep hide.

Look at the Su Causeway, a long thin line, in the smoke and rain in the vast stretch to the white part of the lake.

The water and the sky are really one color. In August, the lake rain, hazy a poetic dream, and the soft willow, and cozy with the footsteps of the tourists.

From the air sprinkled with a grain of birdsong, remembering the two oriole song cui-liu poem, suddenly remembered the definition of prose poetry.

West Lake is not a beautiful chapter of prose poetry? The bridge is broken, and the air is full of smoke and rain.

An oriole sounding bridge shadow, an oriole sounding empty realm, the achievement of a wet ink West Lake picture.

Thinking about it, I saw a white egret in the lake sky;

And listen to the Lingyin Temple's temple bell, leisurely, calmly, rang up.

A green smoke, rising lake, surging tide broken bridge at ......

West Lake Dream

Tossing and turning all night dreaming, dreaming of the light of paradise at first glance

The next day I, as if cultivating to become an immortal

From the township of Fushan to Qingtian station to buy a ticket and wait for a train

From the cloudless sky to the sky

Twenty-five kilometers of the mountain road heh. Pan to pan to pan

Pan all my heart of paradise, and the other side of the shore

Always pulling the knot of the West Lake slender waist

Wheel tracks extend the dream, the midnight hustle and bustle of the early morning

loaded into a sleepy dream, hungry belly daze

From Jinyun Xanadu to Yongkang Fangyan

From the hot springs of Wuyi Yiwu Small Commodities Market

From Zhuji Wuhui to the West Lake in Hangzhou

Jinwen Railway carriages, rippling with every traveler's dream

I faintly see that there is always a ray of light

From the earth to heaven

A map of the distance to find the West Lake at six o'clock in the morning

Look off the wind that the public transport, do not dare to ask the visitor

Strange and I'm afraid I'll meet a bird of paradise

Playing the road to paradise, or

The moment I set out on my own, there's a heavenly view down to earth

Ancient Hefang Street, Fang Huichun Hall or Hu Qingyu Hall

The fragrance of the floating medicines is intoxicating to a world of lead.

Wushan Square's Tianfeng rolled up the wave of the most dazzling national wind

From Liu Lang Wenying to Broken Bridge, all the way to the scenery

Time goes too slowly, still hovering in the lakeside rain and shine

Broken Bridge and snow in a hurry, the Pinghu Lake Autumn Moon slowly come

Broken Bridge in my dream, who meets with me here

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Wet in the kiosk, wet in the Leifeng Pagoda look up

Wet all my loneliness

Wet the second paradise in Jiangnan

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West Lake under the moonlight

I love the West Lake under the moonlight

love her

I love the moon in the water

It's like an elegant and charming lady

It's like a fairy tale

It's like the wind in the sky

I love the West Lake in the moonlight

I love the night in the dream

I love the picture of the moonlight

It's a dreamy night

I love the picture of the moon

I love the picture of the moonlight

I love the picture of the moon in the dream

I love the picture of the moon in the sky

I love the picture of the moon in the sky

I love the picture of the moon in the sky

A lonely boat adrift

A long, cold raven playing in the water

Lightly flooded with misty phantoms