On Qiantang Lake in Spring钱塘湖春行

白居易

West of Jia Pavilion and north of Lonely Hill，

Water brims level with the bank and clouds hang low.

Disputing for sunny trees， early orioles trill;

Pecking vernal mud in， young swallows come and go.

A riot of blooms begins to dazzle the eye;

Amid short grass the horse hoofs can barely be seen.

I love best the east of the lake under the sky;

The bank paved with white sand is shaded by willows green.

孤山寺北贾亭西，水面初平云脚低。

几处早莺争暖树，谁家新燕啄春泥。

亂花渐欲迷人眼，浅草才能没马蹄。

最爱湖东行不足，绿杨阴里白沙堤。