Walking west from the west gate in the north of Hangzhou, you can see the Baotu Pagoda standing in layers of cliffs, and (the poet) has already flown to the West Lake. At noon, I arrived in Zhaoqing, drank tea and rowed into the West Lake. The mountains are green, just like beautiful eyebrows; Spring flowers (on the shore) are bright red, just like a girl's cheeks; The breeze on the lake is as intoxicating as wine; The ripples in the lake are as white as silk. When I looked up, I didn't feel very good, and I was completely drunk. At this time, I want to use a word to describe it, but I can't describe it. It seems that Cao Zhi returned to the fief from Luoyang, Kyoto, and passed through Luoshui. In a trance, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman by the water, the God of Heluo, so he used many gorgeous words to describe the beauty of Luoshen and admired it. I started to visit the West Lake this time, which was on February 14th, 25th year of Wanli.