West Lake Mengxun
by (qing Dynasty) Written By Zhang Dai And Translated By Luo Wei
About This Novel
This book provides a comprehensive description of the important landscapes, Buddhist temples, sage shrines, etc. In Hangzhou. It is written in the spatial order of general record, north road, west road, middle road, south road, and exterior scenes, showing the past and present of Hangzhou in front of readers. What is particularly important is that the author selects several poems (pieces) by sages and people after each narrative, which adds to the splendor of the landscape. These poems and essays are collected into a collection of West Lake poems and essays. Among the seventy-two narratives, there are many related to the rise and fall of temples, which can provide rich information for those studying Buddhism. This book "Dream Seeking the West Lake" was written by Zhang Dai based on his life in Hangzhou. Among them are detailed records of the West Lake's scenic spots, as well as the unbreakable memories of the six bridges of smoke and willows, and the recitation of lake and mountain poems written by the romantic predecessors. They vividly show his life as a young man who used to sing about the phoenix and the moon and wander around the mountains and rivers.
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Official(2)Scraped 11d ago
The cold weather prompts me to change my kapok fur, and I rely on the original works in the suburbs to travel closer. Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair.
The spring breeze sees off guests and makes them sad, but the spring breeze is not the spring when the guest travels. When the orioles stop singing, they will grow old. There are still people who have not returned from the end of the world.
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Official(2)Scraped 11d ago
The cold weather prompts me to change my kapok fur, and I rely on the original works in the suburbs to travel closer. Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair.
The spring breeze sees off guests and makes them sad, but the spring breeze is not the spring when the guest travels. When the orioles stop singing, they will grow old. There are still people who have not returned from the end of the world.
