In the southeast, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.
There are many lakes and mountains to offer Qingjia. There are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. The Qiang pipes played the harp, the watermelons sang throughout the night, and the old lotus babies played and fished. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to Xiaogu, singing and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.