The water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night.

Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake.

And the poem "Night on the Lake":

I don't drink enough, but it tastes long when I'm half drunk. The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold.

Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray. Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten.

I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.

And the poem "Hu Huaixi sends her younger sister to tide":

The West Lake has beautiful scenery, and no one is stupid or smart. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.

Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.

Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.

So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.

Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.

Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.

When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.

Likui jy s poem "West Lake";

Boko account opens peach bank, and the blue radial system is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.

At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.

Su Shi s poem "Opening the West Lake";

Great men don't expect much, but they will enjoy themselves.

Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.

Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.

The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.

Zhou's poem West Lake;

Pinghu is as green as the sky at the beginning, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the years.

At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.

Xia Wei's West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci;

There are bursts of laughter all around, and the lake is the clearest today.

Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.

Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here.

Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night.

Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time.

Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain.

There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home.

Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom.

Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake";

The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.

Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.

Zhao Ziang s poem "West Lake";

Chun yin catkins can't fly, and cattails are greener and fatter.

Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.

Yuan Hongdao's poem "Overview of West Lake";

Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win.

Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.

A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north.

Chu people have no feathers and can swim across.

Fan's poem West Lake;

How many tourists are there by the lake? Half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.

Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills.

Zhang Dai's poem West Lake;

Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name? I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients.

Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain. I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings.

When you look at the smoke, you can't find it. My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake.

Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin. The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages.

Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.

Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.

And the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake":

One peak is in the upper position, and the two have a good talk. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go.

(Two peaks in the cloud)

The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow. Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon.

(Three pools print the moon)

High willows and yin gongs, sparse missing the waning moon. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow.

(Broken bridge and residual snow)

The night sky falls to the south screen and is as thin as paper. The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night.

(Nanping Night Clock)

Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep.

(Xiao Chun, Su Causeway)

There is a slight wrinkle on my cheek, which makes me smile. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine.

(Qu Yuan Feng He)

The deep willow is called oriole, and the clear sound enters the empty green. If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching.

(Liu Lang Wenying)

Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake. Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor.

(Leifeng Sunset)

Look at the bright moon in autumn, air conditioning into Lin Hao. Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high.

(Autumn Moon in Pinghu)

I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason. When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound?