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.
The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of riders with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it. ——Liu Yong
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