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?

(Watching fish in Huagang)