And Nishikawa Li Shangshu translated by Yueweifu West Lake in Hanzhou.

Original: Hanchuan fell trees at night, and jade hooks hung on the West Lake. The flag was surrounded by water and the ship was submerged.

I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a * * *. Seven laws have been in existence for a long time, and the rhyme is sad for autumn.

Tonight, we will visit the West Lake together. The moon hangs in the sky like a golden hook. Yellow leaves fall on the banks of the Tuojiang River. Flags and ceremonial ceremonies are stationed around the West Lake, while the cruise ship of the guest of honor drifts freely in the middle of the lake. Looking around with all my eyesight, I can't help recalling our old friendship. (although we haven't known each other for a long time, but) because our hearts have long been linked together, it seems that they have been linked for many years. The story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi getting to know each other because of the sound of the piano has long been a thing of the past, and only the sound of pines is still conveying the sad rhyme of the autumn chill.