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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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 youPushing 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
Modern Poetry of the West Lake 10 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