Two verses (or couplets) of famous places in various places, with the names of the places

Spring Hope in Hangzhou

Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

The Sea Watch Tower is brightly illuminated by the dawning sun, and the river protection embankment is covered with clear sand.

The sound of the waves enters the temple of the members of the army at night, and the color of the willows hides the home of Su Xiaoyi in spring.

Red sleeves weave silk and boast persimmons, while the green flag sells wine and takes advantage of the pear blossoms.

Who opened the southwest road of the Lake Temple? The green dress is a slanting one.

The Spring Walk to Qiantang Lake

Tang Bai Juyi

The Lonely Mountain Temple is located in the north of Jia Ting West, the water is flat and the clouds are low.

Some early warblers are fighting for the warmth of the trees, and some new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The flowers are all over the place, and the grass is the only thing that can't be found on a horse's hoof.

The most favorite thing about the east side of the lake is that it is not enough to walk on the white sandy embankment in the shade of the green poplar.

Hangzhou back to the boat

Tang Bai Juyi

Since I bid farewell to the Qiantang landscape, I have not been drinking too much and I have not been reciting poems.

I would like to report this intention to you by returning to the boat, and report it to the wind and moon of the West Lake.

The Scenic Spot of Yuhang

Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

The Scenic Spot of Yuhang is not found in any other place, and the state is surrounded by the green hills and the county is surrounded by lakes.

There are thirty miles of lotus flowers around the country, and a thousand pine trees in the city.

Meng'er Pavilion is known as Xie in the old days, and Su is the new name of the building for teaching prostitutes.

Only the ambassador is too old, the scenery is not white moustache.

Remembering the plum blossoms in Hangzhou and sending it to Xiao XieLu

Tang Bai Juyi

Three years of idleness and boredom in Yuhang, and I have been drunk with the plum blossoms for a few sessions.

By the side of the temple of Wu Xiang, it is like snow, and in the garden of the lonely mountain, it is as beautiful as makeup.

Spoiled with the tour rider's heart long cherished, folded and given to the hands of the good people also fragrant.

Since the first bloom until the fall, the joy of a small drink will become madness.

She is the first person to be buried in a new ridge, and she is the first to fly out of her hometown.

The songs and the wine are all scattered, but only the remnants of the head white old Xiaolang.

Hangzhou

Tang Gu Feixiong

The county is surrounded by the water, and the people are close to the white clouds.

The evening waves are on the threshold, and the night sculls are heard across the city.

The mountains are turning, and the rainbow is not yet parted.

Who knows what I am thinking, my mind is on the gulls.

Hanging out in Hangzhou

Tang Li Ying

The autumn moon is shining brightly, and the cold grasshoppers are singing, and the trees are pale.

The winds of the river are so strong that you can't sleep at night, and the sound of the twenty-five voices of the fall is long.

Denying the Qinwang Mountain in Hangzhou

Tang Ma Xiang

Where can I find the first part of Taiyi, but I can't find the heart of the people who have changed their minds.

The sun and the moon have shifted from day to day, and the mountains and rivers have changed from the past to the present.

The winds are blowing and the water is swallowing the highest peaks in the distance, and the rain is adding the air to the mountains and forests.

The Emperor of Qin made a plan to drive away the mountains, and the ocean turned deeper and deeper.

Hangzhou River Pavilion, the title of which is Deng Yue (登瞰)

唐项斯

处处日驰销，凭轩夕似朝。

The fisherman is drumming on his horses, and the sand birds are playing with the tide.

There are many pavilions among the trees, and the city is far away from the temple.

Whom to the hermit, the woodcutter and the plowman.

Two Songs of Zhu Tao Tou in Hangzhou

Tang Xu Ning

It is not the end of the sandy embankment, but the stone stacks are still stubborn.

It's a good idea to send a message to the white snow, but not to hit the green hills.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get back to her family.

Swallowing Wu is not enough, but losing five thousand families.

Hangzhou tide

Tang Yao He

The building has a Zhang Ting number, the waves from ancient and modern. The potential is even broader than the sea, the color is deeper than the white clouds.

The snow drives away the cold, the thunder scatters the sound. The winds of the waves are high, and the rocks of the waves are fast.

Birds are afraid to pass by, dragons are afraid to chant. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the water, and then you can see the color of the water.

But it's not just a matter of being able to get away with it, it's also a matter of being able to get away with it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.

All the mountains are wet, and the sun is half cloudy. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this.

The Peony of Kaiyuan Temple in Hangzhou

Tang Zhang Hu

The peony is in full bloom at the beginning of its colorfulness, and everyone is disappointed to go out of Changan.

It is the Qiantang Temple that is so popular, and I don't step on the red dust to see the peony.

The Temple of the Lonely Mountain in Hangzhou

Tang Zhang Hu

The tower towers over the blue sky, and a path leads to the center of the lake.

The mountain is always moist without rain, and the water is cloudless.

The broken bridge is mossy, and the empty courtyard is deep with fallen flowers.

The moon in the west window is still remembered, and the sound of the bell is in the north forest.

The Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou

Tang Zhang Hu

The peaks of the mountain ranges are open to a palm, and the thresholds of the vermilion thresholds are a few rings of extension. The flowers in the Buddha's land divide the boundary, and the bamboo in the monk's room leads to the spring.

The moon is downstairs at five o'clock, and the smoke is in the middle of ten miles of Guo. The tower is behind the pavilion and the mountain is in front of the pavilion.

The stream sand and water are quiet, and the stones in the stream are freshly moss-dotted. The best thing is to call the apes for a long time, and the deep sound of the western rock is not even.

Title Hangzhou Tianzhu Temple

Tang Zhang Hu

Southwest mountain is the best, a world is the heavens. The way up is through the rock and bamboo, and flows into the temple spring.

The clouds are by the Danjing, and the moon is by the stone bridge. The sound of the river is far away from the cave, and the sea air is connected to the platform.

The tower is bright with spring snow, and the bell is scattered with twilight pine smoke. I'm not sure where to go, but I'd like to see the lotus at the top of the peak.

Mid-Autumn Night in Hangzhou

Tang Zhang Hu

The essence of the ancient Taiyin was born on the sea in mid-autumn. Ghosts worry about the edge of the moon, but people love it for its brightness.

The stars are far away, and a thin halo lingers in the fall. The shadow of the river is not exhausted, and the wheel of the valley is silent.

Like a mirror when the building dawn, like a pearl out of the Pu Ying. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

Small threshold cycle look, the long embankment step on the line. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the place, and you will be able to see what is going on.

Deng Hangzhou City

Tang Zhenggu

Desert river and sky, climbed to return to the light between.

The tide is coming from no other pool, and the wood is falling from other mountains.

The sandbirds fly far away in the clear sky, and the fishermen sing at night.

It is not yet possible to return to the city, but I will return to the city with the sails.

Guardian of Zhejiang Wave

Tang Xu Ning

Zhejiang long sea west green, shocking wave day and night two overturned.

Qiantang Guo Li tide watchers, until the white head to see not enough.

Crossing the Zhejiang

Tang Lu Lun

Front and back of the boat before and after the boat, five or two head of the flat north wind rush.

The sun is dim, half of the sails are wet.

Night stay in Zhejiang

Tang Sun Ti

The flat boat entered the river pool at night, the dew white and windy.

The tide on Fuchun islet has not yet returned, and the beginning of the month has fallen by the side of Tianmu Cen.

The smoke and water are full of pain and suffering, and I can hear the Yue people chanting on the river.

When will we see the Luoyang City Que, and when will we see the northwestern floating clouds all night long?

Zhejiang evening ferry Huai Gu

Tang Liu Cang

Cicadas noise autumn wind full of ancient embankment, ogi flower cold ferry thought luxuriant.

The sound of the tide returning to the sea and the birds coming down,

The color of the grass is even in the river. The blue sunset is clear outside of Pingchu, and the green mountain is out of the west of Muling in the evening.

When I see the people who are looking for a place to hang out, I remember my old home at Mingyuexi.

Shaoxing Taoist Association

Tang Luyan

Once in a while, I took a ride on the Green Emperor out of Penglai, and my sword and halberd were all over Gaixiang.

I am at present unknown to the people, in order to leave a hat not to be buried.

Counting the different sceneries of Qiantang

Tang Fang Gan

The warm scenery is melting and the cold scenery is clear, and the wind of Yue Tai sends the sound of the bell at dawn.

The fire in the suburbs burns the smoke and the moon, and a shocking wave shakes the county town.

The night snow is unknown to the east bank green, the spring breeze is still released half a river clear.

There is a place where Mr. Xie is chanting, but no one has ever succeeded him in the world.

The Qiantang River in Autumn

Tang Guanxiu

The giant dipped in the east corner of the pole, the mountain swallowed the big field flat.

It is because I know that Wu Xiang hates the sound of the sea waves.

Black air is like a scaly cave, and autumn clouds are like a city of war.

The tourists have traveled thousands of miles, but the white moustache was born here.

The tide of the Qiantang River

Tang Luoyin

The sound of anger is so fierce that the ground by the Rakshasa River wants to float.

It is a great belief that there is a great deal of faith in the way we travel, and we know that the tide is going to flow evenly.

We are not sure if there is a bottomless pit, but we will have to go through the Xiling.

Who will be in charge of the day's work? I'll ride the red carp and ask the Yang Hou.

Qiantang Ferry

Tang Shi Shougou

The moat of the sky is vast and even Wojiao, the Qin Emperor why do not worry about the bridge.

There is no money in Qiantang Ferry, and the two letter tides of Xixing have been lost.

Evening View of Qiantang Lake in Early Spring

Tang Zhang Hu

The sun is setting on the forest, and I'm looking at the trail ahead.

It was ripped dry and flowed back to the lake, and the snow was falling on the peak.

Looking up at the sky, I climbed down to the clouds and trees.

When I asked about the real world, last night I saw the bells of the western mountains.

Lin'an spring rain first clear

Song Lu You

The world flavor of the year is thin like a veil, who makes horseback riding passenger Beijing.

Small buildings listen to the spring rain overnight, deep alleys sell apricot blossoms tomorrow morning.

The paper is slanting, and the milk is fine, and the tea is divided.

There is no need for a plain coat to be worn, as long as it is clear enough to reach home.

Bidding farewell to the West Lake

The Tang Dynasty's Li Shen

The plum leaves at the edge of the river are withering, and the birds on the waves are going to be lonely.

The flower is easily lost in the wind, and the feather is difficult to float in the weaving machine.

Snow destroys the calyx in the early spring, and the falcon whips the green cock in the deep fall.

The colorful hairs are nowhere to be found, but they are all a part of the sadness of the bridge.

Remembering the West Lake

Ming Zhang Huangyan

Dreaming of meeting the West Lake, who knows the dream woke up but blurred.

The high tomb of Wu Mu even Zhong Su, added a new shrine a no.