On Qiantang Lake in Spring錢塘湖春行

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.

孤山寺北賈亭西，水面初平云腳低。

幾處早鶯爭暖樹，誰家新燕啄春泥。

亂花漸欲迷人眼，淺草才能沒馬蹄。

最愛湖東行不足，綠楊陰里白沙堤。