Qi Jieren: The verse is the salt that recalls dinner

The four seasons of the homeland are like wine, and poetry is the container for this wine. I tried to make these sentences rhyme with the past, and I hoped that they would be fermented and crystallized over the years and become the salt in my memories of dinner. It has been exactly twenty years since I left Hangzhou, and people's feelings are like ephemeral flowers looming, red dust is still the same, mountains and rivers are like yesterday, but the original intention has not changed. I would like to write "Nine Songs of Hangzhou" to remember. (Qi Jieren)

1. Qiantang

The old things of Shitang are scattered like smoke,

Flying to the building is a giant river.

Under the moon,

Stream fireflies in front of the dancing king.

Second, on the lake at dawn

An empty mirror reflects the lonely boat,

Lotus lifts the breeze white mist stream.

The mountain color is light and dark as the ink,

Dots are thick with willow smoke.

3. Climb Mount Wu

The city god sits in the clouds,

Half cheng lake and half mountain.

More gushing fireworks,

Through Wu Yue is full of color.

Fourth, the feeling of hiking

Meijiawu leaves no dust,

Bamboo path cloud perch rain hit spring.

Trickle nine streams clean land,

Tiger run Nanyue dream come true.

5. Santai Mountain

Mountain flowers such as embroidered bathing in the bay,

Quietly, liuxia is idle.

Stone garlic maple red green,

Tianxiang Fa rain there is no room.

6. Ginkgo biloba

The relics of the ancient world,

It is yellow gradually in marbling Aoyama.

The most memorable morning light floating and falling,

Thousands of gold leaf race poplars.

7. Nostalgia

Scaly clouds through the sun covered with gold armor,

The geese flew high out of the dust.

Wu Mu's grave before the humble decay,

Purple flowers on the branches of the ancient catalpa are new.

Eighth, miscellaneous feelings

The light has a heart of footprints,

Self-natured storm spring water culvert.

The stagecoach stream grows old,

Before the flowers is still the old Talk.

9. Snow watching at the North Peak

Embracing the lake, mountain, heaven and earth white,

Rest in the heart of the pine snow knot clear joy.

The wind blows in the world,

And on the peak of the cave grand view.