The "name" of Qiantang lies in its prosperity, and the "name" of West Lake lies in its beauty.
The spring on the lake is like drawing a picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.
The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new grass.
I couldn't leave Hangzhou, but half of my stay was this lake